DISCLAIMER: I, of course, do not own any of the registered trademark characters of the licensed WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). They are being used without permission but I make no profit from these stories. These are just use for enjoyment (ect and ect….). BUT!!! Connor is MINE!!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!! He cannot be used without permission. Also, there is/will/maybe be some explicit sex scenes and lots foul language, and violence, and sacrilege, and all things nice and nasty. I hope you enjoy it.

The Undertaker Returns

Chapter 1

The young man pulled his worn jean jacket around his neck, it was January when he came to Huston, TX. Dressed in loose fitting blue jeans and a grey sweater, he thought that the jean jacket would be warm enough, after all, it was Texas.

He pulled back his long auburn hair pack into a pony tail, it had taken him since September to grow it this long, it was now just over two feet long…his mother would shit herself if she knew.

He walked across the road, carrying his large black duffle bag, he was here on a mission, to fulfill a dream he's had since he could remember. He looked at the sign upon the building with his bright green eyes, it read The Lair, this is where he wanted to be. He had left the university to come here, to be trained by the legend himself made it all worth wild the risks.

The young man rubbed his clean shaven chin as he walked inside the gym, the spotted the wrestling ring in the middle of the grand room. There was also various work out equipment scattered along the walls, there were even thin mats laid on the floor for basic works. There was a short grey hair man, dressed in grey sweats hanging lazily off to one corner of the ring as he watched two young up-and-coming wrestlers working out a routine in the ring.

The man walked around the room, looking at the various posters and pictures of the famous wrestlers that had crossed these walls. The one superstar that dominated the ring as his portraits dominated the walls, the one this young man, came here to see, the Undertaker.

He knew his size alone would get recognition, he was standing at six ten, three hundred and thirty pounds, and he can still play a mean basketball, his sport of choice during high school.

"Hey!" He heard behind him, the young man turned and walked up slowly towards the grey haired man.

"Can I help you, son?" He asked.

"My name is Conner Smith, I called last week and faxed you my application. I was told to come down this week for tryouts." Connor extended his hand to the man, who grabbed it in a firm grip.

"You're early. Nice to finally meet you, I'm Joe, I train the ruffians here. Sometimes the owner will take on an exceptionally good one, you must have heard of him? The Undertaker?"

Connor couldn't help but grin, "I grew up with him, I was quite happy to get this opportunity to try-out for the…"

"Enough with the brown nosing!" Joe voiced, "Get enough of that when Mark's here!"

"Yes sir…" Connor nodded.

"Call me Joe." He said as he jumped down on the ground and gave Connor a good looking over, "My god, you are a massive piece of machinery."

"Is that a good thing?" Connor asked.

"Only if you're fast!" Joe grinned, "I read that you were a champion in high school in both basket ball, soccer and wrestling. Are you fast Connor?"

"I think I can be fast."

"Well, come on, let's see what you got. Go get changed in the back, I think you can find the locker rooms."

"Thank you…"

"Hey Connor, you do know that there's a five thousand tuition to pay if you do get in…"

Connor grinned, "Cash, credit card, debit card, or certified check?"

"Boy's got money…" Joe smiled.

"No," Connor said shyly, "Mom has money, boy has mom wrapped around his finger." And he left to go get changed.

Joe wiped his brow, "Wait till Mark gets a load of you…"

Chapter 2

Connor came out of the change room nervous, he had brought with him a new smock before coming here. It was simple black with a little red outline, his college smock was not worthy of this place and this chance. Just enough to make a little statement. He walked out and looked into the ring, there was at least five other wrestlers a little older and a few his age, but they had been here since September and were doing well. He just hope that his own training was sufficient enough to be accepted.

Joe smiled at him, Holy shit, he thought, that will be a force to reckon with, as long as he can learn!

"Alright, Connor, get in the ring. Let's see what you're made of." Joe said, Connor followed and entered the ring.

"Connor, You'll be facing Rickey here, he'll go easy on you. I want to see your expertise."

"Sure…" Connor entered the ring and sized up his opponent.

Rickey was about his age, long blond hair and a little peach fuzz on his chin. From the size of his bulk, the guy was at least half a foot shorter than him. Connor took his position in front of Rickey, the young buck smiled as he latched on to Connor as they began a little match of their own. Joe watched intently and grinned as Connor lifter the man off his feet and straight in the air before landing him on the ring matt on his back.

"Nice, Connor…how long have you been practicing that move?" Joe asked as Connor helped Rickey get back on his feat.

"My uncle taught me everything I know about wrestling, even how to hit someone in the head with the championship belt when the ref isn't looking…" Connor chuckled.

"We don't do shit like that here, we teach our boys what they are expected in the ring and we take it seriously. You're more than just athletes here, your acrobats and actors, can you handle that, boy?"

"I'll do what I have to, to get to my goal, Joe."

"That's what I like to hear."

Connor spent the rest of the afternoon with the rest of the young hopefuls, the try-outs were in the morning and Connor had to take every opportunity to take his teachings and use them to their advantage. Years of his uncle teaching him every move every wrestler had done, especial two certain finishing moves of a certain phenomenal character.

Joe himself was impressed by Connor's knowledge and skill in the ring, the one who taught this young mad had some knowledge of the ring, even the style was a little familiar, but Joe couldn't place it.

He slowly left the ring as the boys did their warm downs, he had seen enough. He knew which ones Mark would pick, Connor would be one of them for sure. The kid was strong and definitely could be made to look like a monster…could he be the one that they had been searching for?

The old man made his way into the dark office and picked up the phone, he waited for several minutes before the line was picked up.

"Hey sweetheart, is you dad up there? Yeah…let me talk to him. Hey man, I think you should come down here for tomorrow's tryouts, I think I found him…he's huge."

Chapter 3

The restless sleep in the cockroach filled hotel didn't help Connor's nervousness, he had a chance to practice last night and hope that he was able to make it through the gruelling task ahead of him. Joe told the boys last night that the owner was going to be there, that what really made him anxious.

To finally Meet Mark Callaway, better known as the Undefeated Undertaker of the WWE world, that was the goal. This was his Gym that he started around twenty years ago, right after his divorce from Athletic Model Sara.

Connor knew almost everything about him, his family, his kids, even what kind of music he liked…it was almost on borderline stalking…at least that's what his mother had said, she's one to talk. But Connor felt he knew better, his mother was too attached to the past. Something he had heard his uncle tell her on several occasion, let it go. Connor wanted to take this opportunity to get to know the man behind the legend, the real Mark Callaway.

It was nine in the morning when he entered the ring room, the place was packed with young hopefuls with their families and friends gathered around in support. Connor just walked around the outer walls, making his way to the change rooms. His mother couldn't be here for support, she would definitely disapprove of this.

Just as he was about to walk into the hall leading to the back, he heard Joe call out his name from the loudness of the people gathered in a too small for so many.

"Connor!" Joe called again, this time Connor saw his waving hand.

He was standing near the far ring poll with two other people, one was a rather beautiful looking young woman with long golden wavy hair and deep blue eyes. She was dressed in a casual suit, nothing like the hard business type that he was used to seeing in his mother's closets. The other was the one that actually made him sweat. The man was just as tall as him, age really did nothing to curb his stature. There was just a few greying areas around his temples and straight down the middle of his neatly clipped go-tee. There wasn't few wrinkles around the dark sunglasses, but the tattooed neck and arms were a dead give away. Time was very good to him.

He made his way slowly towards them, hoping that his heart would stop beating so fast. It did take him a few minutes to meet them, the young woman smiled sweetly to him, the biker dressed giant grinned.

"You were right, Joe…he's the spitting image." The biker chuckled.

"Connor, I want you to meet Mark Callaway, the owner, and his daughter Cassidy, she takes care of the paper work around here. This, my friends, is Connor Smith."

"This is an honour to meet you, Mr Callaway." Connor extended his arm out to him, the mad may have been past sixty, but his grip was still firm.

"Good grip, where are you from, Connor?" Mark asked as he released the poor boy's hand.

"From L.A. I was actually attending Yale when I sent you the application."

"Oh…" grinned Cassidy, "Doctor or Lawyer?"

"Lawyer, but I found that it wasn't for me. I want to see if I can make it here, then maybe go back to school if it doesn't work out."

"At least you have a plan." Mark smiled, "It was great meeting you and Ah'm sure you will do just fine. Me and Cassy here have to go talk to a few more people before the try outs starts."

"Thanks…" Connor grinned with satisfaction as they left, Joe smiled as well.

"He likes you boy, just work hard and don't give up. I can see a bright future for you in the WWE."

Chapter 4

It was hard on him, Connor had never worked out as much as he was now, the tasks before him were just long, it was waiting then giving all you got. The way it preceded was simply moves and their executions, some were of strength, and then it was the ring drills.

The drills were a show of taking a hit from one opponent and falling correctly, as well as performing certain moves at the command of the ring leader, who happened to be Joe. This was the one that interested Mark , he sat on one of the benches across the room and watched each contender's turn in the ring. That was the final one. It was late afternoon when it was Connor's turn to entered the ring and put to the test all he had been taught.

When Joe would call out a move, Connor would perform it on an opponent, and visa versa. The man who entered the ring with him was a tall back man, had to be at least six feet tall and his chest was just as round. The man was definitely in his prime. Connor hadn't worked out too much, too much definition would make his mother question it.

"Alright, Kevin…clothesline." Joe shouted.

Connor braced for the hit as Kevin pulled out his arm and ran towards him, and just as his arm touched Connor's chest, he let his legs unlock, making the hit seem harder than it was.

As Kevin help Connor up, Joe called out the next move, "Stunner."

It went one for a few more turns, the moves getting harder to perform until the first one gives up on it or fails his move. Connor was getting lucky, the move that were chosen for him were easy enough, Kevin didn't weight that much to him. They were getting into a grove, gaining speed as they got back onto their feet, it looked like they were performing for the others, it was turning out to be rather good. The boys in the ring executed each call immediately, as if they were anticipating the caller's next move. It was Connor turn when the next one was called out.

"Choke Slam!"

If Connor would have thought instead of just grabbing Kevin by the neck and throwing his arm over his shoulder, he would have realized that the call didn't come from Joe, but someone in the back. Connor grabbed the back of Kevin's trunks and lifted him high in the air and holding the form there for a moment before throwing his body hard on the mat.

Connor stood back as Kevin waved to Joe as he grabbed a hold of his back, the poor boy was in a little pain there for a moment…nothing a little walk won't fix.

"Ok, Kevin, go walk it off, Connor, you're done for now. Next…"

Connor climbed out of the ring and grabbed his towel and water bottle, it was a little nerve racking, but he did feel a little proud that he did the move, and did a pretty good job at it, he thought to himself.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder, "Good job kid."

He turned around and smiled at Mark, "You think so?"

"Believe it or not, not everyone who enters the ring has the power to pull that manoeuvres off. Why don't you step into my office?"

Connor followed him into the main office in he back, his own private room was farther in. He sat in his chair behind his desk, the top of it was cluttered in papers and there was a computer in the corner. There were articles and championship belts that hung on the walls.

Connor took a seat in front of the desk and smiled.

"Connor, you definitely have a lot of skills, it looks like you're been training with a professional, anyone Ah know?" Mark asked.

"My uncle knows a lot about it, he taught me everything he knows, the rest I just learned from watching wrestling."

"Why do you think this life would be better than becoming a Lawyer, Ah've seen your school sheets, you have over a 4.0 average, that's great."

"I really just want to do this, I think that I could make it and I won't know until I've tried. It doesn't matter how long it takes, I want it."

Mark grinned, "It may come sooner than ya think, kid. Your eyes, are those contacts?"

"No, they're the real thing."

"Can you grow a beard?"

Connor looked at him puzzled, "Yeah..."

"Just one more…can you roll your eyes into the back of your head?"

"Surprisingly enough, yes I can…"

Mark leaned over the desk towards him, "You know how spooky this is?"

"Not really?" Smiled Connor.

"Well, we start this Monday morning, eight o'clock sharp. Ah don't deal with hangovers and drug use. And one more thing, there will be no touching my daughters…"

Connor moved away from him, "Oh no Mr Callaway, I can assure you that there will be nothing going on between them and me! I have a girlfriend back home that I'm very fond of."

"Just as long as we have an understanding." Mark extended his hand to him, "Welcome to the Lair, Ah think you'll do just fine here."

Chapter 5

Connor grinned ear to ear as he entered the building, he was early, an hour early infact. He wanted to get changed and warmed up before Mark came in, he wanted to show him that he could handle the pressures of making it big in this industry. Cassidy was walking out of the office carrying some papers and folders when she noticed him, she smiled as she walked over.

"Wow, you're early again." She grinned, "You must want this something bad."

"My mother always told me that I should always be early and never late." Connor grinned back.

"I think I would like your mother…"

Connor spurted out laughing, "Oh no…trust me, my mother is an acquired taste."

"Really? You seem like a nice guy, only a nice mother would raise a boy like you."

"Ha!, My mother is a high class senior partner of the largest law firm in L.A. She works out of offices in nine states, and they call her around the office, the Lioness…because she'll go for your jugular!"

Cassy smiled, "She can't be all bad…"

"Trust me, dear…it took me a year to tell her I had a girlfriend, and another year before I started to bring her around my mother."

Her eyes sadden for a moment, "You have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, she's a good girl. She was the one who told me to go after my dream."

"She must miss you a whole lot…"

"She away at school right now, she's studying fashion in Paris, she's quite good at it. That's why I thought it was a god idea to try out now."

"Does your mother like your girlfriend?" Cassy was still curious about this new stranger, she certainly felt an attraction to him, he was quite handsome.

"Well, she hasn't sent the dogs on her yet, so I guess she does in a way."

"What did Ah say about fraternizing with the enemy?" They heard behind them as Mark entered the room, he was dressed in black sweats and a tank top, ready to train the boy.

His hands were covered with padded gloves, he carried an extra pair, Connor guessed that they were for him. The owner of the Lair had his long greying red hair tied back in a pony tail and a red/black bandana around his head.

"Ah thought Ah said nine, boy. It's only eight in the morning."

"I wanted to get a head start before anyone got here I guess." Connor thought it was a good reply.

"No one's coming until ten…" Cassy giggled, "Daddy wanted an hour alone with you to get you up to speed, but I guess that two hours would be better."

"Go and get changed, I'll meet you in the ring. And Cassy, get back to work." Mark barked as he walked over to the ring.

Connor smiled at Cassy, "Grumpy this morning?"

"Dad sometimes has nightmares but he doesn't talk about them. They don't happen often but when they do, he gets this way. He'll be fine by noon." Cassy gave him a peck on the check, "Good luck though, when he does get this way, he likes to hurt people." And she ran off back into the office.

Connor shook his head as he entered the change room, he didn't like feeling pain, he was still new to all this. But he guessed it's a better time than any to show himself what he's made of.

Chapter 6

Connor didn't know how much of this he could take, Mark was running him through some hard drills. First, Mark had him start the warm up, fifteen minutes of stretching the muscles so they weren't forced to do the work. Then it was half an hour of boxing techniques as well as trying to get his speed up. Then another half hour of being thrown around like a rag doll by someone who was three times his age! Every attack Connor tried on the old man, Mark just flung him around with ease.

"Alright." Mark finally was getting tired of this, "Go get showered up and take a break before the boys start coming in. Every morning, Ah want you here at eight. You'll have an hour and a half training with me, then you're Joe's for the rest of the day."

Connor raised himself off the mat, "Sure."

"Hey dad!" Cassidy called out from the office, "Some guy named Valentino is on line two. He said it was urgent."

"Tell him Ah'll call him back, hon." He smiled at Connor, "Good job. Ah think we'll work more on boxing tomorrow, Ah see you've never had a lesson in that?"

"No, but I did watch a lot of it with my mother, she likes boxing."

Mark gave the kid another look through, "Have Ah ever met your mother?"

"No, sir." Connor shook his head, "She's not into wrestling, never liked it. Why?"

"Nothing, did you think to where you wanted to go with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the different brands, WWE, TNA, WCC, and there's a few others. Just because Ah was in WWE doesn't mean that all my boys will be. Ah got a few in TNA and a few in WWE."

"I was hoping to be on Smackdown…that would be perfect."

Mark grinned, "Who was your favourite wrestler growing up?"

Connor's face turned a little red, "There's only one, the Undertaker."

The smile on Mark's face was priceless…

Chapter 7

The gym was quite in the darkness of the night, Mark was trying to catch up on some paper work when he pulled up Connor's file. The boy seemed to perform each move flawlessly, it actually made Mark a little unnerving. There was a certain familiarity about the boy, the main fact that the boy resembled him immensely when Mark was that age, except the hair and the high cheek bones. He looked at the boy's date of birth again, Connor was born roughly three years after Sara left him and Mark hadn't been with anyone at the time of his conception. He even talked with his three bothers, none of then had cheated on their wives, they would have confined in him.

"You seem in heavy thought." Mark looked up at Joe, who was standing in the door way.

"Yeah, there's something strange about that boy…"

"Connor? I think you're right. But right now we can use him, you know he's perfect for it!"

Mark looked back at the pages, then looked up to the far wall at a poster. The Deadman was looking back at him with a look of triumph and madness, it sent shivers up his spine.

"Ah don't know if he's the one to become the Phenom…"

Joe chuckled, "I don't think it's him, I think it's you who's not ready for someone else to take on the trench-coat."

"Joe, do you see the way he moves? He's a lot better than me when Ah first entered the WCW, it's like he's been training his whole life…and by a professional. He's been here only a few months and look at him!"

Joe shrugged his shoulders, "He just keeps saying his uncle…his uncle…"

"Uncle who?" Mark looked back at the papers.

"I don't know if any of your old buddies have, I doubt that though. One thing I have to say about him, he can certainly pull off the three amigos!"

"He likes that one, he's told me it's one of his favourites." Mark began to read the name of Connor's contact list, the number seemed to be out of the country…"

"Who's Catherine Copola?" Mark asked.

"That's his girlfriend, she's in Paris for school."

"Why does he have her as a contact? Why doesn't he have his parents as a contact?"

"He talks about his mom a few times, she wouldn't approve of this that I know. I wager that's why he doesn't have her as a contact, the poor woman probably thinks that he's still in school. Never talks about a father though."

"Hmm…" Mark thought, "Ah would really like to talk to his mom, even though she might not approve, I doubt that she doesn't know who trained him. Ah hate mysteries."

Chapter 8

Mark waited until Connor came in that morning for his training with him, Connor was always ready with his gear, never forgetting a thing. The former Deadman got up from his office chair and greeted the youth.

"Connor, Ah have some questions for you…"

Connor looked at him with a concerned look, "About what?"

"We can't use your girlfriend as a contact person for you, she's too far away. We'll need your mom or your uncle…?"

Mark could see that Connor was getting nervous, "You can't get a hold of my uncle, he's…never available…"

Mark gave him a dirty look, "Fine, there's still your mom or your dad…"

"No dad, just my mom but you can't even get a hold of her! She's a big L.A. Lawyer and…"

"L.A. is a lot closer than Paris boy, Ah don't think she would be that pissed if you told her the truth about becoming a wrestler. What the hell is the big deal to her?"

Connor looked strait at his mentor with a confidant look on his face, "That would be something you can ask her after I'm in the WWE, until then I really need to keep this a secret from her."

"You know, Ah really hate secrets." Mark growled.

"I know, but we have to keep this one from my mother. Trust me, you have no idea what that woman is capable of."

"You make her sound like a tyrant."

"No…" Connor smiled, "Just a very over protective mother."

"Fine, but when she gets no report card from the school, she's going to know something's up." Mark shook his finger at the boy.

"I know, just help me get in before she does, I don't believe she'll do anything after I'm in."

"This sounds fucked." Commented Mark, "Go get changed."

Connor nodded as he walked to the back of the gym, Mark was about to go change himself when the doors opened behind him. He turned to see two men dressed in suits with leather jackets. With their greasy hair and olive coloured skin, he recognized them as the Valentino boys.

"You fuckers have some nerve coming into my yard…" Mark growled at them.

"Hey Frankie…" The shorter one of the two say with a smile, "…we come here for a nice visit and look at how he treats us."

"Don't worry Mario, I'm sure it'll still be a nice visit." Frankie grinned eerily.

"Ah told your boss that this place wasn't for sale and there is no fucken way Ah'm going to pay him anything. Ah was here a lot longer than you grease-balls where…"

"Mr Valentino is very displeased with your comments to him on a later date…" Mario began to say but Mark's laughter interrupted him.

"Like Ah told that fat fucker, go fuck yourselves!"

Mark had stopped laughing when Frankie pulled the black hand gun from out of his jacket and pointed straight at Mark's head, "Mr Valentino would like you company this evening."

"I don't think so…" Connor smashed a folding chair over Frankie's back, causing to fire the gun.

Mark had already ducked from the bullet's range and attacked Mario with a punch to the face, causing the short man's nose to break and pouring blood from it. He heard more shots fired as he looked at Connor and Frankie, who were now in a fight for the gun. Mark looked back at Mario, who was trying to get up, he punched the downed man again, this time Mario stayed on the floor.

Mark pulled his attention again to Connor, who was towering the now fallen Frankie, who himself had a broken nose. Connor threw the gun away from him and grabbed Frankie by his Jacket and pulled him close.

"It's time to take out the trash…" The boy grinned as Frankie realised that his feat no longer touched the ground.

"Ah like that thought." Mark grinned as well as he grabbed Mario and they both lead the intruders out the front doors, each throwing them as hard as they could onto the streets.

"And you tell that fat pig that there's still a hell of a lot of fight left in this old body!" Mark shouted to them and Connor closed and locked the doors behind them inside.

"The mob?" Connor asked.

"Nothing Ah can't handle…" Mark looked back at the boy with a quizzical look, "How did you get behind them without anyone seeing you?"

"Just lucky I guess, I'm just going to run into the bathroom for a second…" Conner jogged to the back room and gabbed a hold of his side.

He looked around, making sure that no one was following him, especially Mark. He pulled his shirt up and starred in disbelief at the bullet hold seeping blood on the side of his chest. He had no idea that it would hurt him, he had never felt so much pain in his short life. He carefully placed his hand over the wound, the pain had worsened. Connor bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, it would feel much better in a moment. A soft glow gradually grew from his hand, golden at first, then turning the purest white. After a few minutes, the glow stopped and Connor moved his hand to see what had happened. There was no blood, no hole, only a .22 calibre bullet was in his hand.

Connor grinned as he got up with no pain and placed the bullet in his pocket, as a reminder. He heard Mark entered the room and smiled at him.

"Just checking to see if I was hit." He smiled nervously.

"Were you?" Mark asked with concern.

"Nothing here." Connor said as he pulled his shirt down.

Mark smiled at him, "How about she play hooky today and go out for a drive, can you ride a bike?"

"Oh yeah?" Connor now grinned like a child who had gotten exactly what he wanted for Christmas, "I can ride, I've been riding since I was eight. My mom bought me a dirt bike."

"Good." Mark turned from him, "Ah have some leathers that would fit you, the bikes are in the Garage in the back."

Connor couldn't help but be filled with joy at this moment, he knew what he was doing was right. Even though his mother would definitely go ballistic on him when she found out, but he knew deep down inside that she needed this much more than he did. After all, Connor believed that she deserved to be happy.

To be Continued….