Not meant for me

Chapter 1- the Introduction

It was in the Smackdown locker room where Vince stood before the roster. "I'm glad you're all here. I have a special announcement to make" Vince explained.

Randy Orton rolled his eyes when he saw a rather tall looking kid come into the room. He was about the same age as Orton and wore a security t-shirt. "I want everyone to welcome our newest security guard…. Cal. Cal, this is the Smackdown locker room" Vince said with a smile. He wasn't telling them something. Orton saw that.

"Doesn't he look farmiller?" asked Randy's father Bob. His eyes squinted as he focused on the boy's face; he had long redish brown hair that went to his shoulders. His face looked stern until he gave a small smile to everyone in a shy sort of way. A large pair of sunglasses covered his eyes and he looked semi gruff. What stood out about him was he is clearly over six feet tall, his frame was very similar to someone Orton has seen before.

Cal smiled meekly to everyone and didn't say a word, he raised his hand in a 'hi' gesture and that was it. When it was over, many of the girls went over to introduce themselves to the new security guard. Orton however wasn't trilled.

He walked out of the room as the others complimented the guy. "He was a bouncer before," stated Heidenreich. "I've seen him before somewhere I think"

Everyone spoke of him… all but one. The Undertaker. He was leaning against the wall, with a not to impressed look on his face.

"Well at least I'm not the only one that's not trilled with him," Randy muttered to himself, his father kept looking back seeing something about the new guy.

"I swear I know him," he muttered.

Back in the meeting room.

Cal talked very little to people, his voice was shy and meek. Yet it had a farmiller ring to it. "You do look awfully farmiller," Stacy said as she batted her eyes at him.

Cal smiled. "I get that a lot for some reason" he replied softly. Cal was holding a secret, yet he wasn't going to let anything slip, he didn't want to spoil his chance at this job.

When it was all said and done. Vince took Cal to his office and closed the door. He smiled to him. "Well?" he asked. Cal smiled to Vince.

"So far so good sir" he replied to him.

Vince smiled as he patted his shoulder. "You sure you don't want to be a wrestler? I tell you, you are the spitting image…."

"Please…. No… I don't want to" Cal insisted.

Vince nodded. "If you ever change your mind. Just let me know"

Cal shook Vince's hand firmly. "Thank you again Mr. McMahon. I will do a good job"

With that spoke, Cal walked out of the office. He sighed aloud. "Maybe I should have picked a different name," he said to himself as he walked away, he had a feeling he was being watched. He turned to see the Undertaker staring back at him. Cal kept walking. He didn't like he look he was getting from the Deadman. He didn't noticed Randy peering from the hallway, seeing the look Taker gave Cal.

"Well I'll be damned… Taker don't like the new boy!" he smirked, yet the gears in his head turned. "But why?"

Chapter 2- The problem

The months flew by; Cal was a great security guard. He was able to catch fans that would try to run into matches before they get over the barricade. He was good. But how? Randy never took his eyes off of him; he knew there was something wrong with him. Cal never seemed to lose his cool, not matter the situation. He remained calm and composed, as if he would unleash something if his anger were to get out of control. Orton then got an idea. "Perhaps that needs to be done" he said aloud to himself on the plane to the new arena.

"What needs to be done Randy?" asked Bob Orton.

Randy told him of his observation about Cal. "He hasn't blown his cool, and he looks like something would be unleashed if he did" he explained.

Bob nodded. "Why are you so upset with that kid Randy? He a nice kid, I still think he reminds me of someone. It's on the tip of my tongue I swear"

"Dad, there's something not right about him, and I am going to prove it. Hell the Undertaker doesn't even like him!"

Bob's mind clicked on something, yet soon the thought vanished. "Well I'm sure the Undertaker has his reasons"

"Yeah, I want to know what reasons they are" Randy replied.

When arriving at the new arena. The airport was busy, there were rapid fans all trying to get autographs and some were just being plain rude to the girls. One man tried to pull down her top, only to be stopped by Cal. Gently Cal told him to back off, yet the fan refused. "I'm not going to have some over paid, unsuccessful body builder tell me what to do!" the fan spat back and threw a single punch at Cal. Much to everyone's shock. Cal caught his hand before it reached his face. His alone was enough to engulf the fan's hand in his own grasp. Using his free arm, the man tried to hit him again. Cal once more caught it. Cal started to crush the fan's hands in his grasp. It brought the fan to his knees.

"GOD LET GO!" he screamed.

Cal kept a calm composed look. "Apologize to the lady" he ordered.

The fan begged for forgiveness, Cal released him when it sounded sincere to his ears. No other man or fan tried to do this again to the ladies at the airport.

Randy saw everything from afar. "What power huh?" Bob asked his son.

"Nothing that I can't do myself!" Randy replied with a smirk. "He's just showing off"