Unleash the beasts!

Rayden, best known in the video games and movies of Mortal Kombat, has traveled Earth Realm in search of warriors. He had stumbled across the WWE, and was impressed with their skills. So nonetheLess, the Thunder God has decided to let them all in on a special gift that very few mortals understand, the animality.

Note I do not own any names from the WWE or Mortal Kombat; this story is just for kicks… like all the others. Hehehe

Chapter 1- the encounter.

It was a hot day in Tennessee; Kane was signing autographs with his 'half brother' the Undertaker. "Damn it's hot," growled Taker.

"That will teach you for wearing a leather jacket out" Kane smirked who happened to be dressed for the occasion.

Taker got many of the female fans pronouncing their undying love for him. "Yeah… I got someone for that, he's over there you tell him everything and he can inform me later" Taker was tempted to say.

Kane smirked to the idea, he looked to the crowd and saw an odd looking man. "Hey Taker, look at that guy" Kane said. He pointed out a man wearing almost normal looking clothing; he had long white hair and a straw hat.

Taker's eyes looked and caught him from the crowd. "Weird, probably here for his kid or something" he muttered.

Kane nodded back as they continued to sign, when it became the man in the straw hat's turn, Taker looked to see his face. "Who is this out to?" Taker asked.

"Oh your signature is just fine" he replied politely

Taker signed it and passed it to Kane. Kane put his signature on it and gave to the man; in return the man smiled and stuck out his hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you," he said. Kane politely took it and shook. Yet he felt an odd sensation come through his body, as he swears there was lighting in the man's eyes! His hand tingled for some reason as the man walked away. Kane turned to taker and looked back to see where the fan went; yet he vanished. Just like that.

"Weird" Kane thought as he continued the sign away.

When the session was over, Kane and Taker left in the same limo. Taker let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God I never became a writer. I got writer's cramp" he said as he shook the kinks from his wrist.

Kane however was silent. "That guy with the white hair, seemed rather odd… don't you think?" Kane asked of him.

"Next think you'll be telling me is that you saw him somewhere before!"

"Not funny Mark" Kane shot back using the deadman's real name. "I swear I saw him before, and ever since I shook his hand. My arm has gone numb!"

Taker rolled his eyes. "It's not the handshake, it's from all those autographs."

Kane however felt it was something more.

They arrived at the hotel, and had some drinks with the boys in the bar room. Kane was feeling sick to his stomach, and couldn't understand why. He took a sip of beer and looked ill. "You ok Kane?" Cena asked with concern.

"Yeah, I think I've been out in the sun too long today. If it's ok with you guys. I'm gonna call it a night" Kane explained. They all gave a nod in understanding; he walked away from his beer as he went out the room.

Taker was concerned when he saw Kane leave. It wasn't like him. Just to be on the safe side, he followed Kane out. Making sure he got to his hotel room ok. Watching, Taker smiled to see Kane made it all right. He turned to join the guys back down at the bar, only to see the man with the white hair looking back at him with a smile.

"Oh! Mr. Undertaker. I didn't know you were staying here," he said calmly.

"Are you stalking me? I don't like it" Taker shot back.

He made the old man smile. "Such a fighting spirit in you, very powerful isn't it?" the man asked.

At this point Taker had enough with the old man's riddle. He turned to leave until he called out once more. "Wait! Please Mr. Undertaker. I wanted to thank you for your signature. It would be an honor to shake your hand." He said as he placed his right hand out.

Taker knew he shouldn't be rude so he took it and shook. That was when he saw it, a bolt of lighting raced across the man's eyes as he swore he felt a current pass through his limb. Taker pulled away and turned to leave, yet couldn't resist turning back. Much to his shock, the old man was gone. There were no other doors in the hall, nor where there any stairs he could have gone up. Not to mention a person that aged would be able to run fast. "Well I'll be damned," He muttered to himself as he rejoined the others in the bar room.

Meanwhile…

Kane felt sicker than ever, he ran to the bathroom and tried to cool himself off with water. Running the tap and splashing the cold liquid on his face. It cooled for the moment yet the illness returned. "Damn, too much sun" he said, his eyes turned up to the mirror. It was strange. Normally he would be sun burnt despite putting on handfuls of lotion, yet this time. He didn't have any burn marks or tanned skin. He turned off the taps as he leaned over the sink for support. Looking up once more, the mirror gave him a sight that scared him. His eyes weren't as they were. His eyes looked like that of a reptile's, red with a black slit. He quickly rubbed his eyes gently to clear them, seeing they had gone back to normal. "I'm wearing my glasses tomorrow" Kane growled to himself. He took out his color contacts and went to bed for the night.