The Undertaker's Apprentice

Chapter 2 - Not As I'd Expected

"I'm not a child, I am 26," Lexie began, looking up finally with a scowl. The grey eyes met hers and he smiled, with a stab of annoyance she realised he'd wanted her to look up.

"You are still a child compared to me." He said. The two looked each other in the eyes for a moment, neither backing down, before Undertaker spoke again, and again walked around her.

"There's a lot of potential with you, that much is clear." He lifted an arm, and twisted it a little so he could examine it. His eyes lingered on the tattoo of his symbol, and he let the arm drop. "You're a little on the scrawny side..."

"Hey!" Lexie exclaimed, another scowl dominating her features.

"But by the time I'm done with you, there will be no man in this company who will not fear you." He said, as he came to stop in front of her again. "What is your ring name?"

"It's Jordan." Lexie replied, beginning to get the feeling she was getting the short end of the deal.

"Not anymore it isn't. You're going to be known as The Apprentice from now on." He watched as she struggled to control herself, and failed.

"You can't do that, I've had that ring name since I started wrestling, I won't let you change it." She bit, her eyes ablaze.

"Go on, go ahead and get angry with me, get upset with me. I'll change your name kid, because if I'm training you, we're doing things a certain way. My way. My rules. And no one else will be getting involved."

"I am NOT a kid!" she exclaimed loudly. "You know what? If this the real Undertaker...if this is how you really are, then screw this shit, I'd rather stay on the independent circuit than put up with you training me." Lexie said, and began to walk towards the door. "I'm going to find Triple H, and tell him I'm out. I am NOT putting up with this shit." She turned and walked towards the door. Barely had her hand touched the door handle than a hand grabbed hers and held it tight by the wrist. Undertaker had closed the gap in seconds and Lexie found herself staring him in the eyes once again, a fleeting admiration for her idol's speed flitting through her mind.

"No, I don't think you are. You're going to go to Triple H, and tell him you refuse to be trained by the most powerful, dominant star in WWE history? No, I don't think so. You see, I'm the one with the power and influence around here. If you decided to make that move, kid, you see, if I was so inclined, a word from me could ruin everything for you." He smiled ferly at her and Lexie yanked her arm back, rubbing the wrist with a scowl. A choice word from The Undertaker could ensure she never wrestled again. The scowl held for almost a minute, and then her shoulders sank, and The Undertaker knew he had her. "Now let's make things clear. I am not here as a shoulder to cry on, or someone to clean your wounds. I could be your friend or your enemy, it's your choice which. Win, do well in training, and this whole nightmare will be over before next SummerSlam, and both of us can go our separate ways." He said, before digging in his jean pocket.

"Wait...nightmare?" Lexie looking at him with another frown. It had never occurred to her that he would have been made to train her, that he was doing it as an order from above.

"Dear girl, you don't think I asked to train you, do you? No, Vince saw the mark of my symbol on your arm, and decided I was the one. I have no say in if I train you or not. I don't even have to like you to do it, and you sure as hell aren't going to like me after a while. But that's what is going to happen." Lexie scowled at him, all respect for her idol vanished in one fell swoop. There was nothing that could make her want to train under him if this was how it had to be. He looked back at her, almost amused as she stood there, boiling over with fury in front of him.

"You're an asshole, you hear me? A grade A asshole. To think I used to respect you." Lexie said with disgust. He laughed in her face.

"Here. This is the only gift you will ever get from me, and trust me, you're lucky to have that. This is the key to your own trailer. I suggest you get comfy, it's a while before you start rehearsals today. Now paste that star struck smile back on your face, kid, and I'll see you in the ring in three hours." He added, throwing her a key, before walking to the door, opening and striding out, past people as they lined the walls of the arena.