Chapter 2- The reason?- Randy

It just won't stop! Even at the hotel room, after some aspirin and water, nothing will shut the voice up!

'Randy…. Randy… you can hear me Randy' It was the voice of the Undertaker, I knew that much.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I yelled.

My dad looked at me oddly, he could feel something was wrong yet didn't know what to think of it.

"Son, perhaps we need to take you to a doctor?" dad suggested.

"NO! I mean, no. I'm fine really. Just a long week that's all" I replied to him. Dad wasn't so sure about it yet he nodded his head to me. He walked out letting me rest my eyes; I was able to close them. Yet when I did, the first thing I saw was the Undertaker… walking towards me as if he were walking to the ring. There was a sinister smirk on his face; he began to run right at me yet the odd thing was he ran right through my body. It was a deep cold chill that happened, and he didn't come out the other side… It was as if he vanished in thin air! I looked about all over the place for the Undertaker, that was until I looked at my own arms… they pulsed with a power, and odd markings started to appear they traveled through my arm and on my back. My stomach started to even change as well!

"What the hell is happening to me!" I screamed.

My eyes shot open; I woke up in a cold sweat. "Oh… just a dream" I though. Looking at the clock it was five am. Maybe a small jog will do me some good… yeah… a nice light jog.

I put on my tracksuit and went outside of the hotel room. A quick run around the block would do a world of good wouldn't it? I began to do something strange though… as if I were in a Rocky movie I started doing some shadow boxing… I don't box… not the least bit. I stopped mid way through my jog when I realized how often I was doing this.

"What the hell" I thought to myself. I managed to walk the rest of the block, I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. The Undertaker is gone, up in smoke. I saw it myself! I was keeping my eyes forward, yet I caught a glimpse of something strange in the window. I looked to see my reflection overlapped by the Undertaker's! I tried a few things to make sure that I saw seeing what's there. Making faces for one… the Deadman's image match my expression, poses and what not did too… this is too weird. It can't be real! I ran back to the hotel the rest of the way, quickly going to my room and taking a hot shower. The water never did seem hot enough to me, I wanted to wash away this feeling I had. And make my skin warm to the touch. My flesh hasn't been warm at all, more like cold.

The ladies at the bar told me that, as they would touch my arm. Instantly pulling back saying I was freezing, as if I were the dead.

My shower soon ran out of hot water, I climbed out and dried off. Why was I feeling this way?

I know it wasn't guilt, for I wasn't sorry for what I did. Yet why is it that everywhere I look, it's the Undertaker staring right back at me?

Sifting through my bag I pulled out clothing to wear for the day, yet there was odd items inside that I know I never put in. One was a hat… a long black hat… like Taker's.

Second was a black outfit, I don't wear stuff like this. Third were boots by my bed, easily four sizes too big at least yet there was a note sticking out of one of them. It said 'you'll grow into them'

What the hell does that mean?

I threw all the items that weren't in my bag out; I didn't want anything to do with them. Why should I anyway!

Once I changed, I heard my father come into my room. "Randy? You sleep well?" he asked of me.

I nodded to him. "Yeah, I just keep having a weird dream, that's all" I told my father.

He only nodded to me. "Is that all what's bugging you?" he asked.

"Of course. Why?"

"Ever since we took care of that Undertaker, you haven't been the same. I mean he's the biggest thing you have face. And this time you were victorious to the greatest degree. Yet now I feel you could be board with what to do next. I mean if there's no Undertaker. What more is there for you to do on Smackdown?" he asked of me.

My father carried a very valid point, could that be the reason why I am like this? Or perhaps that I see and hear the Undertaker's voice? Yeah, that's it. I'm gonna be board with the locker room now. There's no one greater than the Deadman.

"That's probably it dad. But I think we can find a challenge good enough for me!" I stated to him, dad smiled as he patted my back.

"You did good son, I'm proud of you" he grinned.

I smiled back to my dad. You know what, I think I've just been over thinking this too much. Taker's gone, and he ain't coming back.