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Indifference - l.paul x oc

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(warnings: mark doesn't like logan at first, mention of near-injury, some tension)

(pairing: logan paul x oc!wwe!skylar "the grim reaper" calaway)

(word count: 3.3k)

In the dimly lit halls of the Calaway estate, Mark Calaway, better known to the world as the legendary Undertaker, strolled with an air of quiet authority. His presence alone could send shivers down the spine of even the bravest souls. Yet, as he approached the living room where his daughter Skylar and her boyfriend Logan Paul were seated, he couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at him.

“Hey, Dad,” Skylar greeted, flashing a radiant smile, her eyes filled with affection as she glanced at Logan.

“Mark,” Logan nodded respectfully, though his casual demeanor contradicted the tension simmering beneath the surface.

Mark returned the nod, but his gaze lingered on Logan, searching, probing. He could see the remnants of a chaotic past etched in the lines of Logan’s face, in the guardedness of his eyes. Logan had a history, one that Mark was all too familiar with—a history of controversy, of mistakes magnified under the harsh glare of the public eye.

“So, Logan, how’s your training for Mania going?” Mark inquired, attempting to steer the conversation away from the shadows lurking in the corners of his mind.

Logan shifted in his seat, a faint twitch betraying his discomfort. “It’s going well, sir. Can’t complain,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

Skylar watched her father and boyfriend exchange pleasantries, sensing the tension thickening the air. She knew about Logan’s past, about the mistakes he had made, but she believed in second chances, in redemption. And she hoped her father would see what she saw in Logan—a genuine desire to change, to become better.

As the evening wore on, Mark found himself unable to shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him like a heavy shroud. He watched Logan closely, observing the way he interacted with Skylar, the sincerity in his laughter, the warmth in his eyes. And yet, there was something elusive, something he couldn’t quite grasp.

“Logan, can I have a word with you?” Mark finally spoke, his tone measured, but firm.

Logan tensed, exchanging a quick glance with Skylar before nodding and following Mark out onto the terrace, away from prying eyes and ears.

The night air was cool against their skin as they stood facing each other, the silence stretching between them like a tight wire.

“Look, Logan, I know about your past,” Mark began, his voice low, but steady. “I know about the controversies, the mistakes. And while I believe people can change, there’s something about you that has me on edge.”

Logan met Mark’s gaze head-on, his jaw set in determination. “I understand your concerns, sir. And I won’t pretend that I haven’t made mistakes. But Skylar means everything to me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you—to show you that I’m worthy of her.”

Mark studied Logan for a long moment, searching for any hint of deceit, any trace of the reckless arrogance that had defined him in the past. But all he saw was a man haunted by his past, striving to carve out a better future.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Logan,” Mark finally said, his voice softening slightly. “But for Skylar’s sake, I’ll give you a chance.”

A sense of relief washed over Logan, gratitude shining in his eyes as he extended his hand. “Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”

Mark clasped Logan’s hand firmly, a silent understanding passing between them. And as they rejoined Skylar inside, Mark couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within him—a hope that perhaps, in Logan Paul, there lay the potential for redemption, for a future untainted by the shadows of the past.

—-

The atmosphere inside the family suite at WrestleMania XL was electric as the crowd roared in anticipation. Mark was on the edge of his seat, his eyes fixed on the ring below where Skylar was about to face off against the formidable Rhea Ripley.

As the match unfolded, tension hung thick in the air, each move met with gasps and cheers from the audience. But then, in a heart-stopping moment, Skylar ascended to the top of the ring post, balancing precariously as she prepared to unleash her signature move.

Mark’s heart clenched in his chest as he watched, a silent prayer on his lips. And then, disaster struck—Skylar began to lose her balance, teetering dangerously on the edge.

Before anyone could react, before the screams of the crowd could reach their crescendo, Logan Paul bolted from backstage, a blur of motion as he sprinted towards the ring.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Skylar plummeted from the top of the ring post, hurtling towards the unforgiving mat below. And then, in a flash of movement, Logan was there, catching her in his arms, breaking her fall with his own body.

The impact jolted through them both as they crashed to the ground, the crowd erupting into a mix of cheers and applause.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound the harsh rasp of breath as they lay tangled together on the floor.

“Skylar, are you alright?” Logan’s voice was hoarse with concern as he gently lifted her from atop him, his eyes searching hers for any sign of injury.

Skylar blinked dazedly, a shaky smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Yeah, I think so,” she replied, her voice breathless with adrenaline.

Relief flooded Logan’s features as he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if to shield her from the dangers of the world.

And as Mark watched from the suite, a profound realization washed over him—a realization that in Logan Paul, there lay a strength, a courage, that he had underestimated. And in that moment, all his doubts, all his reservations, melted away, replaced by a newfound respect for the man who had risked everything to save his daughter.

As Skylar reentered the fight, determination blazed in her eyes, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through her veins. With each move, each strike, she fought with a ferocity born of sheer willpower, her resolve unshakeable despite the close call moments before.

Meanwhile, Logan made his way to the ringside, his heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and pride. He settled beside the commentary table, his back leaning against the barricade, his gaze never straying from the unfolding spectacle in the ring.

As Skylar and Rhea clashed in a battle for supremacy, the tension in the air was visible, the crowd hanging on to every twist and turn of the match. And then, in a breathtaking display of skill and determination, Skylar emerged victorious, her hand raised in triumph as the Women’s World Championship title was placed around her waist.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Skylar slid out of the ring, her chest heaving with exertion, a triumphant smile lighting up her features. But instead of basking in the adulation of the crowd, she made a beeline for Logan, her heart pounding with a mix of emotions.

Logan watched as she approached, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her, the newly crowned champion, her eyes shining with unshed tears. And then, without a word, she sank to her knees beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace, her arms clinging to him as if he were her lifeline.

“Skylar…” Logan’s voice was barely a whisper, choked with emotion as he returned her embrace, holding her close, his heart overflowing with pride and love.

Skylar buried her face against his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt as she clung to him, a silent testament to the bond that had formed between them—a bond forged in the fires of adversity, strengthened by the trials they had faced together.

—-

As Skylar and Logan navigated the backstage chaos, a sense of relief washed over them, the adrenaline of the match slowly giving way to a profound sense of gratitude. But as they walked, Logan couldn’t shake the dull ache radiating from his ribs, a lingering reminder of the impact of Skylar’s fall.

Skylar glanced at him, concern etched in her features as she noticed him favoring his left side. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Logan offered her a reassuring smile, though a wince betrayed the discomfort he was in. “I’m fine, baby,” he replied, his tone gentle. “You elbowed me on the way down, but it’s alright. I’d rather take a bump to the ribs than see you get hurt.”

“My hero,” Skylar said playfully, her eyes sparkling with affection as she looked up at Logan.

Logan grinned, his heart swelling with love as he leaned down to meet her gaze. “Just looking out for my girl,” he echoed, his voice soft with sincerity.

And then, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them any longer, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the world fading away until there was nothing left but the two of them, bound together by a love that defied all odds.

As they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Logan’s ribs forgotten in the warmth of their embrace, Skylar whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Logan murmured, his voice a gentle promise as he held her close, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.

As Logan basked in the afterglow of their embrace, a sudden chill ran down his spine, a sense of unease washing over him like a dark shadow creeping in from the edges of his consciousness.

“He’s behind me, isn’t he?” Logan’s voice was barely a whisper, laced with equal parts apprehension and resignation.

Skylar’s gaze flickered over his shoulder, her expression tightening slightly. “Yeah,” she confirmed quietly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Logan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable confrontation as he turned to face the imposing figure standing behind him.

“Awesome,” he muttered under his breath, a nervous edge creeping into his voice.

And there he was—Mark Calaway, his expression unreadable as he regarded Logan with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine again.

For a long moment, silence hung heavy in the air, the tension palpable as Logan and Mark locked eyes, a silent battle of wills playing out between them.

Finally, Mark spoke, his voice low and gravelly, each word weighted with unspoken meaning. “Logan,” he said, his tone inscrutable. “We need to talk.”

As Mark pulled Logan aside, the gravity of the moment hung heavy between them, the air thick with anticipation as they stepped away from the bustling backstage chaos.

“Logan,” Mark began, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of gratitude that caught Logan off guard. “I want to thank you for what you did out there. For saving Skylar.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of relief and disbelief flooding through him at Mark’s unexpected words. “Of course,” he replied, his voice tinged with genuine sincerity. “I couldn’t just stand by and watch.”

Mark nodded, a faint glimmer of something akin to respect shining in his eyes as he regarded Logan. “I know I haven’t been the easiest on you,” he admitted, his tone tinged with regret. “But seeing you risk everything to protect my daughter, it’s...it’s made me realize that maybe I misjudged you.”

Logan’s heart skipped a beat at Mark’s admission, a weight lifting from his shoulders as he met the Undertaker’s gaze head-on. “Thank you,” he said simply, his voice filled with a sense of genuine gratitude.

Mark inclined his head, a rare smile flickering across his lips. “Consider this my way of extending an olive branch,” he said, his tone gruff but not unkind. “I’ve come around to liking you, Logan. And I hope we can put the past behind us and move forward from here.”

A sense of relief washed over Logan as he extended his hand, the gesture a silent agreement between them. “I’d like that,” he replied, his voice steady with determination. “Thank you, Mark.”

And as they shook hands, a newfound understanding passed between them—a mutual respect forged in adversity, binding them together in a way neither of them could have anticipated.

As Logan departed to prepare for his upcoming match, Mark’s attention shifted back to Skylar, a sense of pride swelling within him as he watched her from a distance. With a stealth born of years spent mastering the art of surprise, he approached her silently, his footsteps muffled by the noise of the backstage area.

Before Skylar could react, Mark’s arms enveloped her in a warm embrace, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos that surrounded them. Startled, Skylar turned to face him, a smile lighting up her features as she recognized her father’s familiar embrace.

“Dad!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and affection as she returned the hug, her heart overflowing with gratitude for his unwavering support.

Mark held her close for a moment longer before releasing her, his expression softening as he looked into her eyes. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” he said, his voice tinged with pride. “You were incredible out there.”

Skylar beamed up at him, a surge of joy coursing through her veins at her father’s words. “Thanks, Dad,” she replied, her voice tinged with emotion. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Mark’s heart swelled with love for his daughter as he ruffled her hair affectionately. “You’ve got victory in your veins, that’s for sure,” he said with a chuckle, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Skylar laughed, her heart light as she basked in the warmth of her father’s praise. And as they stood together in the midst of the bustling backstage chaos, surrounded by the sights and sounds of WrestleMania, they shared a moment—a moment of connection, of love, and of unspoken understanding that bound them together in a bond that nothing could ever break.

—-

After slipping out of her ring gear and into more comfortable attire, Skylar made her way to gorilla, where her uncle, Triple H, awaited. The familiar sights and sounds of the backstage area surrounded her, the excitement of WrestleMania still floating through the air.

As she approached Triple H, he greeted her with a warm smile, pulling her into a one-armed hug. “Hey, champ,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “You did amazing out there.”

Skylar returned the hug, a grateful smile playing on her lips. “Thanks, Uncle H,” she replied, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had been a guiding force in her life both inside and outside the ring.

Together, they settled in front of the monitors, their eyes glued to the action unfolding in the ring as Logan prepared to face off against Randy Orton and Kevin Owens.

The tension in the air was palpable as Logan stepped into the spotlight, his determination evident in every movement as he squared off against his formidable opponents. Skylar held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched, her uncle’s presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos of the match.

With each blow exchanged, each near fall, Skylar’s emotions rode a rollercoaster of highs and lows, her nerves frayed as she rooted for Logan from the sidelines. And as the match reached its climax, she found herself on the edge of her seat, her eyes fixed on the screen, willing Logan to emerge victorious.

And then, in a moment of pure triumph, Logan delivered the final blow, securing the win and cementing his place in WrestleMania history. The crowd erupted into cheers as Triple H patted Skylar on the back, a proud smile gracing his features.

“That’s why he’s here,” Triple H said with a grin, his voice filled with admiration.

Skylar beamed up at him, her heart swelling with pride for both Logan and herself. And as they watched Logan celebrate his hard-fought victory, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, a family united by love, loyalty, and a shared passion for the sport they held dear.

—-

With the United States Championship clutched tightly in his hands, Logan made his way into gorilla, his heart still pounding with the exhilaration of victory. The backstage area buzzed with energy, the air alive with the excitement of WrestleMania. As he entered, Logan was met with a chorus of cheers and applause from the backstage crew, their admiration for his hard-fought win evident in their enthusiastic reception.

Skylar rushed forward to greet him, a proud smile lighting up her face as she wrapped him in a tight embrace. “Congratulations, champ,” she said, her voice filled with genuine pride and joy.

Logan returned her hug, his own smile mirroring hers as he soaked in the moment. “Thanks, baby,” he replied, his voice tinged with disbelief at the magnitude of what he had just accomplished.

Triple H clapped him on the back, a grin spreading across his face. “You did us proud out there,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Logan nodded, a sense of satisfaction settling over him as he took in the scene before him. The United States Championship glinted in the overhead lights, a tangible symbol of his hard work and determination.

—-

After changing out of his ring gear, Logan met Skylar in the family suite, the adrenaline of the match still coursing through his veins as they settled in to watch the rest of the night unfold. The suite offered a break from the chaos of the action below, the atmosphere tinged with a sense of anticipation as they awaited the final matches of WrestleMania.

As they watched the action unfold on the screen above the ring, Skylar nestled against Logan’s side, her head resting on his shoulder as they cheered on their friends and colleagues. The energy in the room was electric, the excitement contagious as each match delivered its own unique blend of drama and spectacle.

And then, as the night drew to a close, it was time for the main event—a showdown between Cody Rhodes and Roman Reigns for the ultimate prize.

Logan’s heart raced with anticipation as he watched, his eyes glued to the screen as the two titans clashed in a battle for supremacy. The tension in the stadium was tangible, each near fall met with gasps and cheers from the assembled crowd.

But then, in a shocking turn of events, The Undertaker made his presence known, emerging from the shadows to unleash fury on The Rock, who had emerged after Jey Uso, John Cena, and Seth Rollins interfered to help Cody against Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and Roman Reigns. Logan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his father-in-law wreak havoc, his imposing presence casting a shadow over the ring.

Despite the chaos unfolding before them, Skylar remained steadfast at Logan’s side, her hand intertwined with his as they watched the drama unfold.

And then, in a moment of sheer defiance, Cody emerged victorious, his triumph a testament to his resilience and determination in the face of overwhelming odds.

As the final bell rang out, Logan couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for his friend, his admiration for Cody’s perseverance burning bright.

Skylar squeezed his hand, her eyes shining with pride as she turned to him with a smile. “That was…incredible,” she said, her voice filled with awe.

Logan nodded, a grin spreading across his face as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Yeah,” he replied, his heart swelling with a sense of camaraderie and excitement. “It sure was.”

As Logan and Skylar sat together in the aftermath of the night, their hearts full of emotion, Logan knew that tonight would be a night they would never forget—a night filled with triumph, surprises, and the undeniable magic of WrestleMania.

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