Chapter 4- Always ask before borrowing from Kane- Randy Orton

The youngest WWE champion in history at this point in time, the legend killer, me, Randy Orton… had nothing to wear to McMahon Halloween costume party! Vince had decided to throw one this year for the staff and wrestlers of the WWE, and I had squat! I mean everyone had a better costume than me! But I know someone who could help. Kane, the man always has a great idea for something to wear. I went into his hotel room a few days before the party. He wasn't in. Yet I heard from Rob he had a really cool mask. It was yellow and looked like Scorpion's from Mortal Kombat. So I thought it would be ok if I borrowed it for the night. Searching about his room. I found it sticking out of one of his gym bags. It was a heavy thing and had chain armor going down the neck as if it were really used for Ninja stuff.

"Sweet" I said to myself. I talked with a costume lady earlier. She had made a Ninja outfit before, so she made one just for me. And it was done today! I put on the costume first, and then went to the bathroom to put on the mask. Oh man, was I going to be a blast at the party. The mask went around my neck, really awkward to wear yet it fit nonetheless. The strangest thing began to happen to. When the mask went on, my eyes went to white! Just like Scorpion's! "DAMN!" I grinned aloud. I was perfect! That was until I saw something dark behind me. I turned only to see a black cloak cover me. Blocking my sight.

When it was removed… I knew I wasn't in my hotel room anymore. "What the hell?" I growled.

"Not quite Scorpion, but I can send you there if you want" came this deep dark voice; I looked up to see this really large guy standing on a skull like throne. He reminded me of Taker, yet Taker isn't the kind to go all out like this.

"Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you!" I demanded.

The guy rose up and walked down the stairs to look me in the eyes, he creeped me out. "You have served me many times before, why do you not recall your emperor? I am SHAO KAHN!" he roared.

Ok… I'm freaked now! He looked at my costume and felt it, he sneered to the fabric. "What joke is this? Where is your armor?" he demanded.

"Uh… it… got destroyed by Sub-Zero?" I implied to him.

A small nod came from this man, he snapped his fingers as I felt my clothing become like a bag of bricks! I nearly was crushed under the weight of it! It was like magic he made it into a tough armor… what the hell is he?

I tried to keep my balance in this as he spoke. "Your mission for me is to destroy the Dragon King, Scorpion. You will track him down and by any means necessary. Kill him!" he ordered.

"Whoa… hey, time out. I'm not that kind of a killer. I'm a LEGEND killer!" I corrected him.

The freak looked at me oddly. "There is no bigger legend that that of the Dragon King, therefore it is your obligation to due this for me, if not I will cut up you decayed soul and feed it to the creatures of Outworld as they tear at your flesh and bones in the mines! YOU UNDERSTAND!" he bellowed.

I said nothing, I could only nodded as he vanished from my sight and I was back in my hotel room. I fell to the ground from the weight of this suit! I couldn't get up until I reached for the mask. When it came off, I was back in my regular costume!

"What the hell just happened to me?" I asked aloud.

Just then there was a knock at my door. My dad came in; quickly I hid the mask under the bed. "Randy, I got you a little something. How about this for a costume!" he held out a cowboy outfit.

"Uh… yeah… that's something pops. But I got one" I told him. He stared at the outfit I was in.

"Ninja? You're going to be a damn ninja?" he asked.

I nodded to him. "Yeah"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Any who, like it matters. That Kane guy has it in the bag!" he told me.

"What do you mean? What's Kane dressed up as?" I asked him. Dad showed me, Kane was in the lobby wearing a full leather like entire. It looked really cool on him. He had metal spikes coming from his wrist and some from his shoulders and chest. There was a red belt across his waist and red sash going down in front of his legs and backside. You know, that armor that protects the groin and ass? That kind. And in the middle of his belt was a magnificent dragon! He used his old wrestling mask and painted it black, yet etched on it was another dragon. He seemed to be wearing a wig that looked like his old hair, but it looked damn real from where I was standing!

"Nice" I said aloud.

Kane turned to me. "Hey Randy. When your done with the mask, I'd like it back" he said.

… How in God's name did he know I had his mask? Kane had this odd look on his face as he excused himself from everyone. He pulled me off to the side and whispered. "You look pale, something wrong?"

I didn't want to tell him what I saw, I mean. He wouldn't believe me! Hell for all I know, I dreamed that whole thing… with the guy in the sulfur smelling stink hole… Oh God, I didn't dream it! I felt sick to my stomach and moved away from Kane. "Orton, what's wrong. Don't hide it from me" Kane stated sternly.

How could he know something was wrong with me? He looked into my eyes, seeing something perhaps… but he has never had that look before. It was like he peered into my soul!

"Give me the mask back" he whispered in my ear and walked away. That was it. Just give me my mask back. But hell I wanted a shot at the best costume. That mask was going to give it to me! Yet that weird looking guy I saw… that place… what the hell did I just see?

My dad and I went back upstairs. "Randy, what's wrong?" he asked. My dad knew something was up.

"It's nothing, really" I lied.

He shook his head to me as he felt my forehead. "You feel warm son. You ought to lie down, you're pale too!" he said.

I felt a little sleepy, so I did. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes. Yet my mind was still racing as that guy appeared in my dreams. "Kill him, or I'll kill you Legend Killer!" he seethed. Oh God, what the hell is wrong with me! The dream soon stopped, yet I felt like I was weighed down. I opened my eyes and saw the outlining of the mask on my face… I was in the armor clothing once more!

"My God Randy, what is that?" My dad asked me.

"My costume… please… help me up?" I asked.

My father came over and swung my legs over the side of the bed, he took hold of my arms as he hoisted me to my feet. I could hardly walk in this thing! "Randy, get a different costume. That's too damn heavy on you!" he said.

I totally agreed. But I never put this thing on! I pulled off the mask and made the heavy costume vanish into thin air. I got to tell Kane this… but would he believe me? My dad was stunned as to how I went from something super heavy to regular clothing instantly.

"Randy, is there something you ain't telling me about this?" he asked.

"Yes. But I doubt you would believe me."