Until Death Do Us Part (Undertaker x reader)

5

After half a week off and a day of traveling with Randy Savage later the bus finally stops.

You stare out of the window at the arena, it's one you've not yet been to. Even a company as big as this misses arenas, and this for you is a first.

Two years you've been working for Vince, travelling around the states and occasionally overseas to do shows, but still you hadn't been here.

This for you meant a new challenge, a new crowd to impress. Especially with tonights match.

The feeling of Alundra Blayze tapping frantically on your leg sends a wave of happiness up your spine.

You've won.

The woman's championship belt is yours.

You let go of the blonde, standing up. The ref raises your hand in victory and you smile, almost snatching the title from his hand.

You raise the belt high in the air, when the lights cut off.

Undertakers theme starts up and you let out a low growl, you are not going with Paul.

You thought you'd made it quite clear last night that you would not be going with Paul, but apparently not. The lights come back on and you watch as Paul walks down towards the ring, Undertaker hot on his heels.

You can feel Undertakers eyes on you, causing you to look down, hoping no one notices the light dusting of red that has made its way onto your cheeks.

Paul and Undertaker make their way into the ring, standing opposite you.

"Come with us Y/n. This is the only time I will ask nicely" You shake your head, walking backwards until you hit the ropes, holding your hand out for a microphone.

"No. Not a chance Paul. I told you last week, you are not my boss" you rest your title on your shoulder and cross your arms.

"Your boss signed a contract which says you're with me" you shake your head again, laughing slightly. "You know you want to" You glare at Paul, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut. No matter how much you like Undertaker, you are not going with Paul.

Paul walks towards you, but you stand your ground. "You are coming with us Y/n"

"In your dreams Bearer" you say, sending a grin his way before running past him and sliding out of the ring.

"Get her!" Paul demands. You turn around to see Undertaker stalking towards you.

You let him come close, winking at him.

"Come on Deadman, come get me" he reaches out for you but you duck under his arm, spinning and going to kick him in the face, but of course he catches your leg. Without a moments thought you jump, turning in mid air, catching him out with your use of an enziguri. He stumbles back, but recovers quickly. You watch as he slowly lifts his arm and rubs the side of his face.

A pang of guilt strikes and you freeze, watching him for any sign he's okay.

Suddenly your feet are lifted off of the ground, you hadn't seen him move and grab you, but apparently that was what had happened.

With ease he throws you over his shoulder, making his way backstage, carrying you down hallways you're still not familiar with.

Undertaker stops, but doesn't put you down, and you hear a door open.

"Now Y/n, we are going to do this live, so you just don't struggle and everything will go to plan"

"What do you mean everything will go to plan? Paul?!" you shout, but he only laughs.

"You want revenge on Vince you have to play along. He doesn't want you to enjoy your time with us, but under certain circumstances you will." he nods his head in the direction of Undertaker, who changes the position of which he carries you so you lie in his arms.

Undertaker begins to walk once more, but not very far.

"Tonight you said no, but tomorrow you will say yes. Your legacy will live forever, and you will be the first Undertaker does not put to rest" with that you feel yourself be lowered onto a cushioned surface, being laid there carefully.

Your eyes widen as you realise what is going on, and you find yourself staring into Undertakers eyes, calming yourself.

"With a blessing we lay you to rest, for tomorrow you will be reborn" Paul comes into veiw and you open your mouth to say something to him, but you find your words stuck in your throat, and you instead find your gaze upon Undertaker, of whom has a hold of your hand.

Slowly he moves your arms to rest on your stomach before moving out of sight. Not a moment later he returns, a bouquet of purple and black roses in his hand. He places them in yours, gazing down at you.

A small smile makes its way onto his lips, seeing you laid there, reminiscent of the dead.

You'd expect nothing less, Undertake, once a mortician, used to preparing bodies for a funeral.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Paul asks. Undertaker says nothing, opting simply to brush a strand of hair from your face. You watch, intrigued as he studies your face.

The moment is over quickly and he steps back.

You watch as Paul reaches over the casket and takes a hold of the lid, lowering it slowly.

Seconds later you find yourself enveloped in darkness. You close your eyes, letting the moment sink in.

You can hear Paul finishing the segment, but his voice is muffled, not allowing you to hear what he says.

Everything goes silent, and you can very faintly hear shuffling in the room, the walls of the casket blocking out most of the sound.

Inside the casket you find yourself unusually relaxed, the cushion beneath your head soft, the flowers in your hand cold, but still full of life.

You breathe in deeply, slowly exhaling, finding the darkness welcoming.

The darkness behind your eyelids disappears, but you keep them closed, not wanting your peaceful state to be disturbed.

"Perfect" Paul says, "You'll do just fine tomorrow" slowly you open your eyes to find Paul stood behind Undertaker.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask.

"You look.. well. Dead" Paul states. "Help her out of the casket" Paul looks at Undertaker, but he doesn't respond. "Undertaker." Paul raises his voice and Undertaker's gaze is snatched away from you. "Help her out" Undertaker nods once, leaning over the casket and scooping you up in his arms.

He steps away from the casket, holding you for a second longer than he probably should before placing you on your feet.

You pass the flowers to Paul who takes them and walks to the other side of the room, sitting them in a glass vase.

"Go back to your bus, get some sleep. You'll need it. I've been told we're getting a script tomorrow for a whole storyline" you nod, Paul's words sinking in half as much as they should.

He a gestures for you to leave and you walk towards the door, turning as you stand just outside the doorframe.

You see Paul talking to Undertaker, but you can't hear anything, and decide to head off, the image of his green eyes ever so carefully examining your face burnt in the back of your mind.