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Author's Note: I changed Ashley's last name.. I'm sure some of you noticed the mistake. Someone informed me that Punk's last name was Brooks and I didn't know this. Ashley and Punk are not related. Just wanted to clear that up. Her last name is now Martin.

Chapter Three
The Photographer

"Schedule?" I asked my assistant, Ted as I entered my locker room and started dressing in my gear. My curiosity with Ashley would have to wait until I had time. With a house show this evening and another early flight in the morning to do an autograph signing in Los Angeles, California, I was too busy to satisfy my curiosity of the new photographer.

"You don't have an appearance at the house show tonight. Instead you have a photo shoot with the new photographer."

I stopped in mid dress and faced my assistant. "What?" I barked.

He nodded with affirmation. "Mr. McMahon didn't want you or Punk to make an appearance until Smackdown on Friday. He wants to keep the fans on the edges of their seats for the rest of the month. He said too many—."

"Wardrobe?" I asked; interrupting his rambling.

He looked down at the clipboard in his hands once more. "Wrestling gear and street clothes. It was the photographer's idea to do a series of shots in street clothes than a series of shots in your wrestling gear. She's going to have them ready for your autograph signing tomorrow which is from ten to two."

Frowning, I continued to get dressed. Two series of shots; one in street clothes and the other in my wrestling gear. That's just stupid. The reason for the signings is for fans to meet the Undertaker. Who the hell is going to want pictures of me in street clothes? Well, I was just going to have to tell her I wasn't doing any pictures of me in street clothes.

"After the photo shoot?" I asked before my assistant walked out of the door.

He stopped and turned to look at me. "You're free until the signing." He said before slipping out the door.

I nodded and finished dressing. Once finished, I headed out towards the main part of the arena and came to an abrupt stop. Ashley had set up two separate scenes inside the ring. On the right a dark black cloth with a night scene on it had been hung up and a rather large tree stump sat in front of it. A fog machine was off to the side, plugged up and ready to be used. The left side had a green back drop hung up with several props off to the side. A half ladder, a straight back chair that looked to be ancient, and what looked to be the front end of a bike that was mounted on a steel base. Several cameras were set up around the two scenes.

As I approached, Ashley heard me and turned around. I waited for the shaking and the fear, but instead a small hint of a smile crossed her face. I bet she was absolutely gorgeous if she actually let her face light up with a smile.

"Hi. You're a little early, but I'm almost ready. Since you're in wrestling gear, we're start there first." She declared before turning her back to me. I shook my head and climbed into the ring. Since this very room was going to be packed with thousands of fans, I knew we wouldn't be here long. While waiting for Ashley, I turned my attention to the large back drop with the night scene. I couldn't help but be drawn in by how real it looked.

It was a scene from a grave yard. A very old one for the head stones were very old and falling apart. The grass looked damp and there wasn't any flowers. An old oak tree took up the whole left side and it dominated the grave yard. The old branches seem to reach out to touch the head stones. The branches and the tree itself looked wet. A large full moon took up the right side and it lit up the grave yard. The scene looked spooky and surreal.

"Life like, isn't it?"

I looked over my shoulder and found Ashley to be standing behind me. I grunted my answer and another hint of smile tilted her mouth.

"I took the picture." She replied.

That surprised me. "It's not painted?" I asked. She looked surprised at my question but recovered quickly.

"Nope. This was taken at old cemetery not far from where I grew up in Stull, Kansas. It's the Stull Cemetery, but it's more famous nicknames are The Seven Lost Gates of Hell, The Cemetery of the Damned, Satan's Burial Ground, and the most notably is The Seventh Gate to Hell. This cemetery is often said to be where Satan the Devil himself holds court with his lost worshippers."

I had never heard her say so much and in one complete sentence. She was animated and her brandy colored eyes were shining with knowledge. When I didn't say anything she went back to talking, but I was okay with that. I liked listening to her talk. She had a honey coated voice.

"The legends also say that the Devil has been appearing here since the 1850's and insist that the original name of the town was "Skull" and that the later corruption of that into "Stull" was simply to cover the fact that the area was steeped in black magic. It was said that the witchcraft-practicing early settlers were so repentant about their past deeds that they changed the name of the town. In truth, the town was called "Deer Creek Community" until 1899, when the last name of the first postmaster, Sylvester Stull, was adopted as the name of the village. The post office closed down in 1903, but the name stuck."

"You know a lot about this subject." I stated.

She shrugged. "I did a Halloween calendar for this small town store a couple of years ago and it was all about haunted cemeteries. This one was just my favorite because I didn't live far from it."

I nodded. "So you took the picture?" I made it into a question.

She nodded in replied as I turned to face her. "I did. It was a very cold October evening and there was already ice everywhere. I thought it would be the perfect scene for the Undertaker."

I nodded in agreement. She was right. It was the perfect scene for my character. "How did you get it onto something so large?" I asked; curious.

She blinked those beautiful eyes in surprise. I guess I shocked her with a whole question. "With digital cameras and computers, I can put any picture on anything I want. We have some amazing technology now."

She was teasing me with that last sentence and I was suddenly more interested in her than I was before I got here. The shy scared of her own shadow little girl was gone and in front of me was a confident woman that loved her job and she was good at it too. Just from this one cemetery scene, I could tell that she was essentially talented. However, I was more intrigued of what had put the fear in her eyes and made her shake in her shoes just this morning, because right now there was no signs of that girl.

"First, we'll shoot some of you in front of the grave yard with your wrestling gear and then we'll go from there."

I nodded and stood in front of the back drop. I thought I wouldn't mention the street clothes thing until after we finished this session. She snapped a few shots of me before I could blink. She began to bark out orders; turn your head this way, move your hand this way, and tilt your head that way. Hell, before I knew it an hour had past and we were finished. She took the little card out of the camera and inserted it into her lap top.

"Come here and take a look. See if you like them." She ordered me and I felt myself responding. Who knew being ordered around by a five foot two inch little girl would turn me on, but then again she was a sexy little thing.

Looking over her shoulder, I watched as she went through the pictures one by one. I didn't know how she did it, but these pictures were simply remarkable. The look in my eyes was pure malice and that's perfect for the Undertaker. The background popped out and shined, but it didn't surpass me. If anything the background made my character stand out more. She was talented.

"Do you like them?" She asked.

I nodded. "I do."

Another small hint of smile twitched her cupids bow mouth and I was suddenly struck with the urge to make her really smile. I wanted to see her face light up.

"Which two do you like the best?" She asked.

"Why?"

"I'll take the two you pick out and make sure the lighting is good and there aren't any imperfections, then I'll get them printed out for tomorrow."

I nodded and picked out the two that I like the best. One of them was of me just standing there but I looked evil as hell and it captured the Undertaker's attitude. The second one was me with my eyes rolled back in my head and slicing a finger across my throat. A perfect signature of the Undertaker. She tagged those and started clicking away on her computer.

"You going to L.A.?" I asked.

She nodded. "I am. I have a flight in the morning at eight." She replied as she closed the application on her computer. She turned her back on me and grabbed another camera. "Do you want to go change?" She asked.

I let out a sigh. She wasn't going to like it, but I wasn't going to do any pictures in street clothes. "No." I said.

She frowned. "What?"

"I'm not changing clothes."

Her frown deepened. "Why?"

"No one wants a picture of me in street clothes. I'm the Undertaker and that's what I'm there for."

"You would be surprised. I'm sure there's going to be a lot of people there that want a picture of you dressed up in your gear, but you in street clothes in going to be popular too."

My eyes narrowed and she blushed. Did she find me attractive? I wanted her to, but I still wasn't going to take pictures in my street clothes.

I shook my head. "Not happening."

She lets out a sigh and I wondered if she was going to give up or pull the Vince card. I hope she didn't do either. I wanted to see her come alive with an argument. I bet she was sexy as hell when she got all riled up.

"Go change. Please. I promise you won't be disappointed. I know what I'm talking about." Her back was to me so I couldn't see her face, but I wanted to. She wasn't whining or pleading and she didn't raise her voice, she was just speaking what she thought was the truth.

"If I do, how do you plan on taking these?" I asked.

She finally turned around and her brandy eyes were shining with mischief. "On the bike."

I frowned. "What?" I barked.

She rolled her eyes. "I'll put you on the bike and take a few pictures then later I'll photo shop in a motorcycle of your choosing."

I grunted and ducked out of the ring. I made it back to my locker room and changed into a pair of tight black jeans and an even tighter black t-shirt. I pulled back my shoulder length auburn hair and slipped into a pair of tennis shoes. I scrubbed my face clean and made my way back to the arena.

To my surprise, she was finishing up with Punk and he too was in street clothes. He gave me a dirty look, smiled at Ashley and ducked out of the ring.

"You finished with him?" I asked.

She nodded. "He did his wrestling gear before you got here."

I nodded and grabbed the bike. "Where?" I asked.

She pointed towards the night scene. "There."

I placed it in front of back drop before climbing across it. She raised her camera and set to work.


Later That Night—

The little brandy eyed beauty had talent and lots of it. She shot over a dozen different poses of me on that damn bike, but she never came near me. She gave me commands but other than that she kept quiet. She never once showed any fear of me or anything else around us. She was quiet, confident, and cute as hell. She would bite her lip and cock her head to the side before hitting that damn button and the camera would flash. By the time she had finished the pictures, my tight pants were even tighter and I was in a lot of pain.

I wanted her and when I want something, I take it. I didn't question why I wanted her. I just did and I had a feeling she would be dynamite in the sack. And since she was staying in the same hotel I was, she would be easy to find and that's all I needed to know. Except for her room number which I didn't know. Grabbing my wallet, key card, and cell phone I headed towards the front desk. I guess I was going to be spending another fifty bucks.

Another lady was at this desk, but this one was young and looking at me like I was dessert. Maybe I wouldn't be spending any money after all.

"Can you tell me what room Ashley Martin is in?" I asked her.

She giggled. For what, I don't know, but I didn't care. She immediately went to tapping on that computer. When she stopped tapping, she looked at me with a glint in her eye. She licked her lips and her eyes traveled the tall length of my body.

"There is no Ashley Martin staying here."

"What?" I barked harshly. She jumped at the tone of my voice, but nodded. "Ashley Martin is not at this hotel." She said again.

Could she be lying? I had to be sure. "Are you sure? My sister said she was staying here." The small lie slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

She shook her head and her long blond hair moved with her. "No Sir, I'm sorry."

What the fuck was going on?


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