A/N: I had NO idea what to call this one and my sister got to thinking about it and goes: Tear Me Down. Well... yeah, works for me. Thanks Tiggy!

Chapter 1

"Whoa, wait a minute… are you serious?"

Mark Calaway smiled, his green eyes crinkling at the corners and nodded down at his date; Raine Evans. Of course to people around the world they were more often known as the Undertaker –no explanation needed- and Raine Michaels, the daughter of the famous HBK Shawn Michaels. "Yeah, I'm serious."

"You've been married… three times." Raine whistled, shaking her head then laughed at his sheepish expression. "You don't have luck with women, do you?"

"Well now darlin', the first one was straight outta high school and lasted maybe… three months." Mark admitted, now feeling a bit foolish because she was outright laughing at him. "The second two were… mistakes."

"How long did these uh, mistakes, last?"

"Total of five years, both of them included in that count."

Raine nodded, trying to keep a serious expression on her face. "Well, so… yeh know what ya gotta do, don't you?"

"What's that?"

"Don't get married again, dumbass."

Growling, he bent down to press his nose against hers. "Are you taunting the Undertaker?" He demanded, trying to hide his own amusement when her green eyes sparkled in the street lights they were walking under.

"I am." Raine nodded, stopping and jabbed a finger in his chest. "And if 'Taker is smart, he'll back off a'fore I whoop his ass, again."

"That's a low blow, darlin'." He grumbled, but he did back off. To his eternal shame, Raine had WHOOPED his ass the night before at a house show. Thank God it hadn't been televised, he would NEVER have lived it down.

As it was, the locker room was enjoying ribbing him about it and he didn't see the jokes stopping anytime soon. Unless of course, he made an example of someone.

Namely Glenn, who was the main instigator.

"You never woulda done it if I hadn't had my back to you."

She nodded in agreement, knowing that was the truth but at the same time, a victory over the Undertaker… she'd take it however it happened. "Well, all in all, this was a fun night." She said, tactfully changing the subject, knowing how sore Mark was over that loss.

He was a proud man and she had definitely wounded his pride.

"Yeah, it was." He agreed quietly; reaching out to take her hand. It had been eight months since she win over David as well as announcing she wasn't retiring and within the past two they had started going out. Nothing major. Just a movie here and there when they could manage it, sometimes dinner. A lot of boxing matches as Raine was still interested in learning the sport. He had even once taken her to a horse race though she hadn't really liked it.

The miracle was: he was actually taking things slow. He had too. She had too. They had both messed up in the past and he wasn't going to rush her into anything. Then he'd be making the mistakes Shane had, as well as committing his own trespasses again.

This hand holding stuff was a recent development and to Mark it felt like a milestone, knowing Raine was comfortable around him enough to let people see small displays of public affection between them.

"Alright Calaway, yeh best be getting me home before I turn into a pumpkin." She teased, breaking the silence as she glanced down at her wristwatch. "Glenn and I have a photo shoot tomorrow."

"Oh yeah… I forgot about that." Actually, he hadn't because Glenn wasn't letting him. Glenn had been teasing Mark incessantly about the fact that he was Raine's tag team partner, and how they now held gold when all Mark held was his own dick.

Stephanie had had to scrap the man/woman tag team division because there wasn't really any interest in it not to mention the Divas had basically told Stephanie if she thought they were going up against the likes of Kane or Triple H, she was out of her mind.

So Raine had moved from the semi-Diva category into straight wrestler. While she and Mark had sexual chemistry on screen, she and Glenn just had chemistry. They worked well together and even when they were heels, they were fan favorites.

Stephanie had left that formula alone.

Once back at the hotel, Mark walked Raine to her room, watching as she unlocked the door and stepped back; knowing damn well she wouldn't invite him in. "Have fun with that shoot tomorrow."

"Oh yeah," She pulled a face. "Tons of fun, you know?"

Smirking, he reached out to finger a lock of her longer hair. Thankfully she had grown out that pixie cut so now the ends brushed her shoulders, and she had gone back to her natural brown. Which in his opinion, suited her much better than the black. "Just try not to have TOO much fun, darlin'."

"Ya know, I think I'm gonna whoop you again, old man." Raine said thoughtfully, her eyes way too innocent.

"Rai, what the hell are ya doin' girl, close the damn door!"

"Shawn?"

"Yeah, he flew in tonight and forgot about makin' arrangements so I'm letting him crash on the couch." She rolled her eyes and closed the door partially, leaning towards him. "Personally, I think Pops is tryin' to babysit me, you know how it goes."

Oh yes indeed he did. Shawn was notoriously overprotective when it came to the daughter he had adopted when she was only ten years old, to the point of being obsessed. But on the other hand, Raine had made a lot of bad decisions the last year before finally seeming to grow up. Grudgingly, Mark had to also factor in her young years, knowing that young people DID make a lot of mistakes.

"Have fun with that." He rolled his eyes towards the door meaningfully.

"I'll try."

"Raine!"

They both sighed, smiles quirking both their mouths.

"Night, Mark."

"Night, darlin'."

***

"Given that I'll be twenty-three within like, less than six months, don'tcha think you oughta lighten up, pops?" Raine asked the next morning over breakfast, yawning into her cup of coffee.

"I'm ALSO your trainer."

"Because I still need one how?"

Shawn rolled his eyes and shook his head, tearing off a piece of his muffin and popped it in his mouth. "You're never that good where you can't use some advice."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

Raine smirked. "The I suggest you lay off the butter before you get fat, pops."

He looked down at his heavily buttered muffin, scowling. "Oh ha ha ha."

"Besides, Mark and Glenn have been helping me." She didn't miss the way his face fell and suddenly knew this went beyond him being overprotective. Raine blinked as the realization struck her full force. Shawn was feeling left out of her life.

Squirming guiltily in her chair, she cleared her throat awkwardly; occupying herself by devouring her scrambled eggs.

Truth be told, since she and Glenn had started working their way through the tag team division she had sort of moved away from Shawn. When he went home for his days off, she didn't go with him; instead she stayed and worked the circuit with Glenn. She had even lessened her in gym hours in favor of boxing with Mark.

"You know, dad…" She began, seeing him perk up at the use of 'dad', usually she called him 'pops' or just Shawn. "I was thinking about learning some new aerial attacks, what do you think?"

Shawn studied her thoughtfully, his eyes raking in her long; lithe form then nodded. "Probably be a good idea. Not like you're bulking up, might as well."

"Aww… did you want me to get all muscular and stuff?" She teased, raising an arm and flexed.

"You ARE muscular, but you've also kind of streamlined yourself too."

"I know…"

"So you'd probably do pretty good with aerials." He nodded again, then began smiling again. "And I know the perfect person to help us with that."

"You're not going to teach me?"

"Oh, I will, but I know someone who can REALLY show you some stuff."

Raine was fairly curious at this point, forgetting all about her breakfast. "Who?"

"Oscar." He said simply.

Now she was at a complete loss and it showed.

Rolling his eyes, Shawn sighed dramatically. "Rey freaking Mysterio."

"Ooohhh… Rey Rey."

"Rey Rey?"

"Yeah, Rey Rey." Raine shrugged. "You're gonna ask him to help out?"

"Why not? He's a lucha libre."

And that was that.

***

"Ah there's my woman."

Raine tossed her bag at Glenn, snorting. "You could only WISH, sugar." She laughed when he rubbed his stomach. "Toughen up, ya big baby."

"Be nice Rai, or I'll have to show you how wicked the Big Red Machine is." Glenn shot back playfully, dropping her bag next to his before rubbing his hands together. "Wait until you meet the guy who's doing the shoot. He's a freaking NUT."

"That bad?"

"Oh… you have NO idea." His brow furrowed, looking over his shoulder. "He has these 'ideas' and I keep having to tell him that you know, we're like… the BAD guys and stuff. Just… you'll see."

That sounded way too ominous for Raine's liking.