A man possessed.
Chapter 1- the voice of reason
"I tell ya son, there is no way in hell the Undertaker lived through that!" Bob Orton stated proudly to Randy.
Randy grinned. "I have truly become the Legend Killer dad. And if feel great!" He said. Randy wasn't going to tell his father of how he felt ever since they left the Undertaker to burn in the coffin at No Mercy. He felt strange as his body became numb. There would be a cold chill going down his spine every so often, yet he thought nothing of it.
It would be time for Smackdown when Orton walked the halls with his father, the locker room would stare at him oddly seeing something they didn't. Or they were upset with how Orton done away the Deadman. Michael Cole stopped Orton for an interview. Randy accepted.
"We saw the more brutal side of you last night Randy. Why did you go to that extreme to the Undertaker?" Cole asked.
Randy was about to open his mouth when he closed it instantly, his head turned in every direction. "You say something?" he demanded of his father.
Bob Orton looked to him strangely. "Son you ok? I didn't say anything or heard anything"
Randy nodded. "Ok… What was the question again?" Randy asked.
Before Cole could restate his question, Orton turned about all over again. "HEY WHOEVER IS DOING THAT SHUT THE HELL UP!" he screamed.
Bob knew something was wrong with his boy, and told Cole to talk to them later.
Bob Orton took Randy back to the locker room. First fatherly thing he did was feeling Randy's forehead. "You're not warm. What's wrong son?" he asked.
Randy shook he head. "I keep hearing a voice calling my name… It… it couldn't be though," he said.
Bob was rather confused. "Whose voice?" he asked.
"The Undertaker's"
This shocked Bob greatly. "Randy, perhaps you ought to ask for the night off. I think you used too much gas at the Pay Per View on the coffin"
Randy nodded in agreement and went to Mr. Long's office.
Theodore Long wasn't impressed with the request. "Player, you owe the WWE fans a reason for what you did to the Undertaker! I know the Deadman wouldn't have set you ablaze despite his hatred towards you. So I am saying no to your request!"
"I'm hearing voices!" Randy spat back.
"You'll be doing more than just hearing voices if you leave Orton. Get ready, when it's all done and over with you can get your ass out of the arena for all I care. But right now, I want you to tell the people out there what you did and why you did it! Holla!"
Randy stormed out of the office with anger and told his dad he wasn't getting the night off.
Bob however wasn't worried, all Randy had to do was tell the people what he did, that's all simple really. "You can make it for just a explanation to those fans, keep it simple so they will understand it" he explained.
Randy nodded to his father's idea and went out to start off Smackdown. He played the crowd as he did his pose to them. 'Get in, get out that's it' he said to himself.
Randy got to the ring and grabbed a mic.
"The Legend killer… has become one for real!" Orton announced, he heard the crowd boo him. "And you want to know why? Because, the Undertaker had this coming, he took away my shot at the hall of fame induction… that was my ticket there. I slayed his legend at Summerslam by defeated him, the next step was slaying him"
Randy was about to continue until he grabbed his head in pain. "No… SHUT UP!" Randy roared. Bob quickly went over to his son.
"Randy, what's wrong? Randy?" he called.
Orton was becoming white as a ghost. "No… please… get out of my head!" Tears flowed down Randy's eyes; something was wrong, very wrong.
Bob rushed his son out of the ring and up the ramp. "Take it easy kiddo, I am taking you back to the hotel!" his father stated.
Randy started breaking into a chill; his father felt his body become cold to the touch. Something was wrong, very, very wrong.