Chapter 2- The viper advice.

It wasn't long until the locker room began to take notice of my state of mine. Time is against me, and there were not many options as to what to do. I went outside for some fresh air, but was quickly discovered. I turned and glared at him for a moment, but decided to ignore him.

Randy Orton. A man not many would trust as far as he could be thrown…

Orton stood next to me, he didn't utter a word at first, he only stared. Some time passed and he continued to stare at me. "Just tell me what the hell you want Orton." I growled.

Randy began to rub his chin oddly, shaking his head. "I just don't see it." He said. I knew that tone he spoke in as well, it was one when he want to start something. Stir the shit pot if you will. But in the words of my grandfather, he who stirs, licks the spoon after.

"Are you after something from me? If you haven't noticed, I have no ties with the Authority. I am not even speaking to my dad right now, I got no one to turn to for help on this. So just tell me what the hell you want."

Orton gave a sigh. "Well, I was trying to find the resemblance you have to your old man, quite frankly, I don't see it."

Yeah, he is definitely trying to get me to do something. Everyone I have talked to tells me of my resemblance to my dad. In fact, Daniel accidently calls me Kane quite a few times. Which raises the question, what is Orton trying to do? "Funny Randy, now just finish your little mind game and leave me be."

Randy only smirked. "It's not a mind game, just a bit of advice if you will. Considering the locker room changing, I think it would be foolish of the WWE to make a second generation superstar leave because of a mere contract. I mean, wouldn't the WWE want someone like Kane to be around? They could never replace him, but find someone just as good. His own son, why would they throw him away?"

"Again Randy, get to your damn point."

"Alright, keep your mask on." He said. Orton took a deep breath before saying. "Maybe they aren't keeping you around, because you haven't given them a reason to. You haven't quite made a statement here in a year's time. With what little time you do have left, perhaps should be used properly?"

Now, he's gaining my interest. I looked to Randy who was already smiling from ear to ear. "Now I got your attention. Come on, let's walk and talk about this."

We went back into the arena until he found an empty locker room. He stood before me, and looked me dead in the eye. "I am called the viper since I strike when no one suspect it. I think you need to start striking at everything that moves."

"In other words, raise hell in the locker room?"

"Exactly! In fact, I was talking to Dean Ambrose about this. His idea was that you piss everyone off so much that they demand that you stay so they can get a piece of you! But that takes too much time. I think you need to go after the top predators of the locker room."

"Including you?"

He smiled. "Especially me. In fact, I should be the first one you do. The authority will think you have had a change of heart and think you are seeing things their way. Then you go after Seth Rollin. After him, you really want to make a statement. You take out the champ."

"Brock? Are you nuts? Why the hell would I want to go after him? Besides, Roman Reigns will kill me if I did that! He has a match with him at WrestleMania."

"Then after WrestleMania. All I can say is you need to leave a mark and make it a big one. And if the idea doesn't work then, oh well! You tried."

I can't believe I was thinking it, but Orton was right! I have to make my move now, or I won't have anything to show for this year in the WWE. I gave but a nod to Randy. "You won't be offended if I strike you down?"

"Well, you don't have to, I mean I can always act!"

"Fair enough." It got me thinking though, perhaps I can pull this off.

I need to call in a favor…