Chapter 4

He had everyone up bright and early.

Taker had actually slept quite well once he had fallen asleep. He had met with Paul first thing to discuss what came next, what he expected from their newest recruits. He was especially interested in seeing Tahlia's talents put to good use. She had some issues with Chyna, who was apparently leaning towards the Corporation, with or without her partner, HHH. Taker wondered what ear he would have to plant a suggestion in to make that match happen, wanting to see Tahlia be able to cut loose without restrictions on the Amazon.

Bright eyed and bushytailed, Tahlia wasn't surprised to be taken to a nearby gym for working out and training. She had on a black sports bra and tight shorts; making sure to keep her wound exposed the way Taker advised. Currently, it was bandaged because her workout would make her sweat profusely. That definitely wouldn't help with the healing process. With her hands wrapped in black tape, Tahlia first began with cardio and set the treadmill to what she wanted.

Speed is what she needed in order to take down Chyna since the woman wasn't all that quick in the ring. Agility would come later during her jumping exercises on boxes the gym provided and finally strength. Wrapping a black bandana around her forehead to keep the sweat from dripping in her eyes, Tahlia had her hair pulled back in a low tight bun at the nape of her neck. No distractions were needed during her workout. Stepping on the treadmill, Tahlia took a deep breath and began her run, cranking the speed up every couple minutes, not wanting to overwork her muscles and body.

"She's very fierce." Paul commented from beside Taker. He was on a treadmill, about the only exercise he could do without killing himself.

"She is. I want her to take out Sable." Taker said in between repetitions, bench pressing. His workout attire was a pair of gym shorts and sneakers. His hair braided back with a bandana to keep sweat from dripping in his face. "And after Chyna."

"Sable is nowhere near as…impressive as Chyna is." Chyna was a powerhouse who had moves. Sable was a glorified call girl who had learned basics.

"True, but she's not getting anywhere near Sable or Sable's belt without a major win under her belt." He had plans. Some were meant to be distractions from what he actually wanted and others were for different reasons Paul didn't need to know at the moment.

Mideon was Tahlia's sparring partner and currently they circled each other, each determined to take the other down. "Who are you picturing me as right now?" He asked, having a feeling he knew the answer and grunted as they locked up tightly, the move perfect.

"Chyna." Tahlia used upper body strength, able to lift well over 200 pounds with ease and planted Mideon flat on his face, hooking his arm behind his back with her knee dug in the back of his head. "She's mine. I will destroy her." She'd been cost the WWF Women's championship, which is why Sable was currently holding onto it for her. Not for long.

Groaning, Mideon knew better than to show weakness and pain, quickly rolling over to use his weight to his advantage, but Tahlia was too fast for that. She managed to roll out of it with ease and planted a vicious arm bar on him next, yanking on his arm. "Fuck!" He hissed out, trying to find a way out of the hold.

"Tap." She ordered, not releasing it for a second and put more torque on it until Mideon had no choice or else she would pull his arm out of socket. "Good boy." Releasing him, Tahlia did a kick-up and felt empowered, wondering if Undertaker's blood had anything to do with it. Or maybe it was just the rush and adrenaline from her workout and sparring session with her friend.

When she kicked up, he caught her and lifted her easily over his head, arms extended up completely. Taker had sat up on the bench, watching Tahlia and was impressed all over again. He had seen what she could do before and, watching her now, her sparring was impressive. Now he had just wanted to see what she would do when surprised. She had tensed and then gone still yet pliable, allowing him to do what he would. He lowered her, moving his hands so she could push off from his forearms and applauded the backflip.

"Well done."

"Thank you, sir."

Tahlia bowed her head at him, not expecting to be snatched up like that, but she handled it with poise; at least she thought so. Normally, any other person would've gotten cracked in the face by her head and seriously hurt. Not when it came to her master though. He could do whatever he wanted with and to her; Tahlia would not fight him on anything. She had to fight the urge from giving him a scan; her body coated in sweat from head to toe just like him and also pushed the thought away of offering to give her master a tongue bath.

"Is it time to leave?" If so, Tahlia planned on showering first because she refused to get into a vehicle smelling of sweat and grime.

He shook his head no, though others were filing out, including a rather disgruntled and confused looking Mideon. "Spar with me, Tahlia."

Taker wanted her to knock him on his backside and knew she could. All it would take was one wrong move on his part, an opening, and she'd nail it. He put his fists up, adopting a boxer's stance. Admittedly, he also wanted to enjoy the visuals her body in motion presented.

"Come on."

"Will I get to spar with him?"

"If he wishes it."

"He's probably helping her get better. Stronger. She's a woman after all."

Paul wondered if Mideon realized that Tahlia was a warrior and hadn't been recruited due to her beautiful face, but her fighting abilities. "Hmm." He murmured, not agreeing or disagreeing, busy filling out the schedules for the rest of the week. "You should go check in with the Acolytes."

Tahlia blinked, staring at him like he'd suddenly grown three heads and, for a brief moment, wondered if he was serious. Or just toying with her. He was the master of mind games, after all. Or he was testing her; it was a test she HAD to pass. Taker was HUGE compared to Mideon and she only weighed 135 pounds soaking wet. Granted, most of her body was muscle, there wasn't much fat on it even though she didn't have the best eating habits. High metabolism was her best friend in that area.

"Okay."

Denying him wouldn't be tolerated, especially since he looked determined. The soft gold in her eyes hardened as Tahlia took her own stance with her hands up. If he wanted to spar with her, she would not deny the master anything, but hopefully he wouldn't punish her for knocking him on his backside. Lifting him wasn't an option, she'd have to go another route and find an opening while they circled each other much like she did with Mideon. When he made a move toward her, Tahlia rolled out of the way just in time and was back on her feet, having cat-like reflexes. However, so did Taker. This would be her toughest challenge yet, even more so than Chyna.

Most of his openings were testing, seeing what she did. He had watched her fight, but to fight her himself was different. Taker gave her an opening, observe what she did with it and tried it again from another angle. She relied a lot on her speed and agility, which was a good thing because she was tiny. Tiny but strong; he discovered that when he got a fist to the jaw. He stepped backwards, a hand moving to rub the spot, green eyes narrowing as he considered her. Taker approached again, going with the lumbering strength over everything approach many men in the WWF utilized and, when she feinted right, he caught her and slammed her right back down.

"I have only one suggestion for you. Stop relying on your right side." That was the one and only thing she needed to improve. She continuously went right and surmised that was her dominant side.

"Yes, sir."

The wind had temporarily been knocked out of her, but Tahlia had to regain control and win this. If he wanted her to go left, she would. Currently, Taker straddled her and made the mistake of settling his arm right by her head. That gave her the opening she needed as she pulled on his arm and locked her legs around his upper body, using the power in her legs to roll over to where he was now on his back. Just to make sure he knew she was listening, Tahlia had used her left side for the leverage and could tell she'd stunned him.

"Like that?"

She pushed off of him and stood up again, waiting for him to regain his footing before continuing. This time when he lunged for her, Tahlia did a handstand and locked her legs around his head before flipping him over onto his back again with her sitting on his chest. His growl instantly made her get off of him and back up, her chest rising and falling rapidly from how heavy she breathed. Taker retaliated with a long leg sweeping out, knocking her right off her feet and onto her back. He was on top of her again, straddling her, his knees pinning her hands down along her sides.

"Submit." He ordered, more than pleased with her, but…he was the dominant in this group. The amber eyed beauty lay beneath him sweat slicked, a flush along her chest and up her neck, her lips parted and eyes glossy. Tempting vixen, he thought, wondering what would happen if he did make a move.

Nodding at his command, Tahlia snaked her tongue out to wet her dry lips and tried catching her breath, but him on top of her wasn't making it easy. She hadn't meant to anger him, but he was the one who demanded her to spar. Tahlia took no prisoners when she sparred because it helped increase her stamina, ability and confidence. Taker had knocked her down and, if he hadn't ordered her to submit, she would've found a way to gain the upper hand on him. That was just who she was, a fighter at heart. She'd been wrestling since age 15, it was her passion and first love, everything else in life came secondary. Wrestling and the Ministry would always be number one to her.

"Only to you, sir." She finally managed to say, still breathing a little heavy.

He had experience on her, years of it. Taker wasn't angry; he was simply calling an end to their session because, as interesting as it was, they were running out of time before other duties called to them. "Good." He murmured back, trailing his thumb along her jawline before finally pushing himself to his feet.

Extending his hand down to help her up with gusto, Taker brought her up to his feet rapidly, her body colliding with his. His touch lit something inside of her, but now was not the time or place to act on her impulses. Her body meeting his just made that need inside grow more intense, but again she had to squash it.

"I wouldn't mind sparring with you again. Unlike Mideon, you give me a challenge." Tahlia smiled up at him, trying to ease the tension between them and stepped back, feeling him release her hand. "Thank you for the time, sir. I'm gonna go shower now, if that's okay." At his approving nod, Tahlia took the bandana from her forehead and groaned since it was soaked with sweat, simply tossing it in the garbage nearby.

She had enough and, if needed, more could be purchased.

Taker watched her walk away, admiring the sway of her hips, curve of her waist and shook his head. Bad idea mixing business with pleasure, but she did say anything. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing thoughtfully, deciding to think on it. For now, shower because, like her, he was in desperate need of one for a multitude of reasons. Once he was in the open locker room off of the gym, he studied his jaw in the mirror, nodding his approval. She had left her mark, in more than just one way.

Under the semi-warm sprays, Tahlia thought back to the sparring session with Taker and looked down at her right hand, the tape no longer there. She'd torn it off both hands on her way to the showers. Striking Taker in the face the way she had was unacceptable. Tahlia couldn't believe she'd done it, closing her eyes while the water pounded down on her. He'd pushed her to do it, but that was still no excuse and she was lucky he hadn't knocked her out for that shot. Then she just focused on Taker, her master, and planted her hands against the wall, envisioning him standing behind her. It was the only way to quell the fire inside of her he'd started as her hand drifted low to take care of her current issue.

"Oh yes…"

It'd been a while since she last pleasured herself and leaned against the shower wall, slowing sliding her middle finger past the silky wet folds. She made sure to have downstairs waxed due to her wrestling attire and the fact shaving made her itch far too much. Waxing was a lot better and she only had to have it done once a month instead of doing it weekly. The way her smooth flesh felt as she slid her finger in and out of her sex sent shivers throughout her body. Taker instantly filled her mind and she touched the brand mark on her hip that was still healing, closing her eyes. She was his completely and he didn't even realize it yet.

"Taker…" She moaned out, raising her hand to slap over her mouth and muffled her cries, feeling the orgasm begin rippling throughout her body.

If only it was the master doing this to her at this moment…Tahlia increased the pace, her face contorted in blissful agony. Her release came moments later as her juices spilled out of her body all over her hand. She didn't stop until the orgasm finished, screaming out his name in her hand and sagged against the shower wall, breathing sporadically. It took her several minutes to calm down and get her heart rate to return back to normal. The last thing she wanted to do was have Taker find out what she'd done in the shower because of him. Finishing up, Tahlia stepped out 10 minutes later, chilled from turning the shower sprays on cold and dressed, ready to face her master again.