Chapter 1- The notice

"What the hell is this McMahon? Has the government not tormented us enough yet? We have done the wellness tests why the hell are they demanding this from us!" The Deadman was in a fowl mood, and he was not the only one. A fist full of WWE superstars have been ordered by the US government to submit to a fitness exam, if any fail to show up for the test, WWE will be shut down! It had been signed, and sealed by the US president. It was a presidential order!

"My hands are tied Mark, you know that. I wouldn't put any of you through such a thing. But we have little choice… we have to submit or we are all out of a job!" Vince explained. He had tried to find logic as to why this was happening! Of all times, why now?

Taker of course wasn't the only one. The ECW champion Kane had been called to this. Edge, CM Punk, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Triple H, Batista and Randy Orton are also dragged into this. "Such an odd choice of people huh?" Kane asked aloud.

"Odd choice? Are you kidding me, since this whole thing started I've been made a target of!" growled Batista as he crumpled his noticed. "Sons of bitches don't think this comes naturally!"

"Well…" muttered Matt yet kept his lips shut.

Edge sneered at the idea as he looked to Vince. "Is there really no way out of this?" he asked.

Vince shook his head no as he walked away. "I'll bet anything he writes Triple H a note to get out of this!" Edge whispered with a smirk.

The comment was instantly answered with a hard slap to the back of the head by the Undertaker. "Watch your mouth!" the Deadman warned.

Kane however was perplexed to the name of the foundation, he had never heard of it before let alone of any study to come from the place. It worried him; perhaps this was some sort of ploy to trick wrestlers, a prank perhaps a fan is trying to pull?

Getting onto a payphone, Kane called up the number listen, it didn't exist! He then called the operator and tried to see if they could find a number for the foundation. However, none was found. Something stunk the water here, and Kane knew it needed to be answered farther.

Heading down to the trainer's room he asked the doctors on sight about this place, one was rather confused to it. "I have never heard of the place" yet the other looked rather concerned.

"Do you know anything about it?" Kane asked of him.

He nodded his head. "It's supervised by the government, it's top secret and no civilians know of this… well… not many of them anyway." He explained. "The tests are issued by the president and also supervised by the top doctors in the industry."

"Why are they testing us?" Kane questioned.

The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "Whose to say, perhaps congress is going overboard?" he asked.

It didn't sit well with Kane, something was fishy about this. Question was, what was it?