Chapter 9- The rumbling…

As the week wore on, there was a system worked out. "Ok. Here's how it works. I get to stuff Jeff tonight. Next time he get hungry, it will be Taker's turn. After that…" It was Vince going down the game plan. So far, all the dragons Raiden has screwed over had a chance to stuff Jeff stupid with anything and everything. Jeff on the other hand wasn't complaining, he didn't have to buy any of it and he also get to sit out a while during the process. I was in the locker room with him as he laid on the hand made bed. He was calm, settled and relaxed. "This… isn't half bad," he said aloud.

"Yeah, at least it's not one of us in there" I said with a grin and gently poked his side. "How's do you think Beth is holding out?"

"She's could… I can't explain it but I can feel it! I can feel her comfort… and Raiden's torment" he announced and patted his stomach.

"Have you felt full yet?" I asked.

Jeff admitted he has but he kept eating just to make Raiden suffer more, he was quite bitter at what the Thunder god did to him, and I don't blame him the lest bit. Just then Jeff growled lowly as he swayed himself up onto his feet. "I think I need a snack!" he announced aloud.

Coming into the room like Kramer from Seinfeld was Triple H. "You hungry Jeff?" he asked.

"I could go for a snack"

"Great, come with me!" Hunter literally dragged my brother down the hall and into the catering room. I just rolled my eyes as Christian came into the room.

"I'm a dragon!" he announced proudly.

"How the hell did you become a dragon!?" I demanded of him.

Christian explained that Shao Kahn swapped his inner animal with Edge, so he got the dragon and Edge to the lion. He has already done a realm job and admitted he never felt better. "They told me everything that I needed to know, so I did my realm job and also healed old injuries. It's great! I can fly!"

I was happy for him, but I wondered what else could occur. It all seemed to quite as of late. Really quiet, Christian took notice of my silence. "You ok man?"

"No, it's way too quite" I announced.

"Want me to go knock some stuff over… I can do that if you want!"

"Not that kind of quiet, it's… just not the good kind of quiet." I got up and walked about to clear my head, perhaps I am just being superstitious.

To pass the time, I had to give Christian flying lessons. He knew how to fly for short periods of time, but if he really wants to get his mileage out of it, he needs to learn how to do so in long distance.

When we got back though, things were going stray. We came into the locker room and smelt something burning. "Anyone cooking?" Christian asked of me.

That would be a no. We followed our noses until we came to the catering room. There were smoldering scorch marks all over the place and it came from Jeff! "What the hell is going on here?" I demanded.

Triple H turned to me and explained what happened. "Well, it started out fine. Jeff was in his sixth cheese cake when… he started belching lightning bolts!"

"He what?" I demanded.

"He was burping lightning, no word of a lie, and thunder is coming from his stomach. It's not hungry rumbles Matt!"

I stared at Jeff who was trying to keep his mouth closed, yet that roaring thunder was growing louder and louder in his core…