(A.N.: To the spiffy people who follow the storyline of this fanfic: I am SO sorry this is late! You won't believe how long my mom grounded me for...)

Chapter 3

"A'ight, boys. And Carlito."

Carlito rolled his eyes. Everyone else laughed, including me.

"This is Rolo. She's my new apprentice."

"But there's a few problems here," Carlito declaired. "One: She's a kid. I hate kids. Kids're not cool. And two: she's a girl.Women are not cool at all. They're nothing but trouble." And that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I kicked him where the sun don't shine. He winced, falling to the floor in pain. John smirked.

"Atta girl, Rolo." John said with a smile, pounding me on the back.

"Weve met." Eddie said with a smirk, grabbing my hand and shaking it.

"I got a gift for ya, Rolo." John said. He took my hand, then led me out of the arena to his car. He opened the door, and climbed in, then came out with a medium-sized, gift-wrapped box. I smiled.

"You didnt have to, John," I said, still smiling.

"I wanted to." he handed me the box. "Go on. Open it."

I sat down on the asphalt, unwrapped the gift, then opened the box. Inside was a blue football jersey with the number 17 on it, a chain to match Johns--but with a paw print on it instead of a 'W' (Marc mustve told him about my love for animals, I thought) and knucks that read 'Wolf' on one and 'Eyes' on the other. That mustve been my nickname, like Eddies was Latino Heat. Well...my eyes DID look similar to a wolfs, so thats probably where he got that. "Try 'em on!" he said happily. I looked at the back, which said 'Wolf Eyes' over the number 17. I then slipped the jersey over my white t-shirt, put on the chain, then slipped the knucks on. The jersey was a bit big, but I liked wearing oversized clothes. I smiled, then hugged John. "THANK YOU!" I said happily.

"Youve earned it!" he said.

Later on, John walked into the ring. He took the mic, and began to speak.

"A'ight," he said. "I'm back." The fans cheered. "So is my chain." he showed it off. Again, cheering. "And the young girl who gave it to me...is here.Right now.She's part of the WWE now." I heard the sound of my own voice saying "Never look the wolf in the eyes," followed by the start of Powerman 5000's 'The Way That It Is'. That was my cue. My music. My line. I knew thatmy entrance videowas flashing on the screen. I walked down the aisle-type-thing. Fans just stared at me, and I could hear a few whisper "But...she's just a KID." and stuff like that. I climbed into the ring, and John helped me. He put an arm around me. "This here's Rolo." he said. John let me go, and handed me the mic. "They're all yours, kid," he said. I gulped quietly. See, I was never good in front of crowds. "H-hi..." I said nervously. "I'm...Rolo." Suddenly, I didnt feel so nervous. It was...weird. Like a sence of security. I knew John wouldnt let me bomb. "And--weather ya like it or not--I'm gonna be around for a long time!" I heard a few cheers, and laughed. The cheers died down. "In case you're wondering, yes, I am only fifteen. And I know what youre thinking--and NO, Im nowhere near weak. Im just as strong as any superstar." I looked at John. "But I wouldn't have realized that I had such strength if it wasnt for this cool guy here." I saw a smile grow on his face. I smiled back, then turned back to the crowd. "I am Rolo Smith," I proclaimed. "And I am the first ever apprentice of a wrestler!" The crowd cheered loudly. I smirked, then, suddenly,I heard a familiar voice. "I spit in the face of people who don't want to be cool." Then Carlitos music came on, and he walked out, a boy my age by his side. I suddenly remembered the boys face: Evan. My childhood friend. My eyes grew wide. "Y'know that kid?" he asked me. I nodded. "Evan." I responded. "Old friend. I can't believe hes running with Carlito..."

I got to my feet, giving Evan my signature angry eyes, making me look similar to a wolf staring down the alpha of its' rival pack. "I thought you said that kids ain't cool, Carlito." I said to him in a low voice, followed by a soft growl. He and Evan got into the ring, snatching the mic from my hand. "I fired Jesus," he said. "For someone cool." He smirked at me, then handed the mic to Evan. "Well, well, well," he said, circling me. "Little Rolie Polie Smith. How's the folks doin', sweetheart?" He very well knew they were dead. He was at the funeral. You know, back in the day when he was...good. I growled even lower, staring him down. "Oh, thats right! They left you under the care of that green-haired punk! Does he approve of you running around with this thug?" Carlito tossed Evan an apple, which he took a bite of, then spat in my face. Discusted, I wiped it off of my face, then charged at him. But the coward ran out of the ring, all the way backstage! Now, I knew he was a proud guy, but being afraid of getting beaten up by a GIRL...now THAT'S just kindergartenish!

After the show, in the womens' locker room, the Divas...especially Dawn Marie...stared at me as I drank some soda, then unleashed loud burps, attempting to break my own personal record. "Um...Wolfie..." Dawn Marie said, discusted. "That's not very...lady-like."

"Hey, I ain't the one who runs around in skimpy clothes to please the guys." I responded. "Trust me. The female fans are repulsed by it. And I speak from experience."

"Okay, I know you're mad about that Ed guy or whatever spitting in your face, but theres no need to bring US down!"

"Sorry. I'll stop being myself for a moment so you can get on with your disturbing lifestyle." I exited the locker room, slamming the door behind me. I was headed to the parking lot to cool off for a moment, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and someone punched me in the face. I fell backwards, rubbing my nose, looking up at my attacker. Evan again. "Think you can get away with being the 'first' apprentice?!" he shouted. "We'll see! Next week! You and me! Steel cage match! We'll see whos learning the quickest!"