Chapter 7- A friend in need.

"Batista" I sat down next to him, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew I was up to something.

"What do you want Randy?" he asked of me.

"Want? Why would I want anything from you Dave? I mean come on, remember we were evolution buddies!" I told him.

Dave wasn't buying it for a moment. "Yeah, and I remembered hearing you say how pissed off you were that I was champion" he shot back to me as he took a drink of beer. He then looked back at my face. "You wearing color contacts? Cuz their green, you don't have green eyes"

"Oh, yeah, color contacts. Look Dave. I need your help badly, I think the Undertaker is trying to possess me!" I whispered to him.

Dave nodded as he looked at my arms. "I figured by the Sara tattoo" he smirked.

"That's not the point, I learned how I can get rid of him, yet I need a witness that isn't family to me. Please, help me Dave?" I asked of him.

Dave took another drink of his beer and thought it over. "Let me get back to you on that" He said.

I smiled to him and paid for his beer with the money I had left over. I then went off to find my dad. Which wasn't hard really. You could hear a loud thud coming from above us, no doubt dad tired to get what he needed from Kane on his own.

I ran up the stairs to my father who was beaten badly and lay limp against the wall. Kane saw me in the hallway. "What the hell do you want from me now" he snapped.

"Kane, relax. All my dad and I want is a lock of your… hair…" I saw the delay here.

Kane had his arms crossed with at same damn amusing smirk. "Oh really? How are you going to get that?" He asked as he ran his hands across his bald head.

I couldn't believe this; I got a host, the ashes. Yet I can't get a damn hair sample from a blood relative… wait… his wife is here… so are his snot nosed kids too aren't they?

Kane looked at me oddly as if he knew what I was thinking. "I wouldn't dare if I were you Randy" he snickered.

"What the hell would you know? Besides, you don't even know what I'm thinking!"

Kane laughed once more. "His kids, you were going to gave your sample from the kids. Sara didn't bring'em" Kane smirked back at me.

Damn it all to hell! What else could go wrong! And Damn it, what did I just say that.

I felt my body shake in a chill. I was so cold. I watched my arms start to swell and grow larger as they pulsed with power. The tattoos had finished coming in and were all in color, the same as Taker's.

Kane looked on with great fascination and grinned evilly. "Wow, that's amazing. I wonder how much longer now?" he laughed evilly as he closed the door to his room.

No… This isn't good. My dad came too from the blow he took from Kane; his eyes nearly came from his head. My arms were disproportioned to my body. I looked like a freak!

"My God son…" he whispered.

"We're not giving up, we're so close now!" I told him. My fingers did snap at an idea. "I know Hunter kept Kane's mask as a trophy after we unmasked him! He will give me a sample of it!" I told father.

We raced to Hunter's hotel room, and no surprised here, there was a sock on the door. "What does that mean?" dad asked.

"He's getting laid"

I kicked in the door; Hunter was there just about to strip down before some of his new lady friends when he saw me.

"What the hell are you doing!" he demanded of me.

"Shut up, where's Kane's mask!" I commanded.

Hunter wasn't answering me. I grabbed him by his thong underwear and threw him hard against the wall. "Where is it or else I will tear this place apart!" I growled to him. He must have seen some of the Undertaker as I threatened him yet he did tell me the mask was, in his gym bag. He kept it there to show off to the ladies. I threw him away and went to his bag, there it was… and it still had Kane's hair. I ripped it off the mask and stormed out. Everything was in place now.

Dad's smile grew bigger. "We will finally get rid of him right son?" he asked of me.

"Yeah, now as long as Dave doesn't know what we're going. He wouldn't be the wiser" It's a shame I had to do this to Batista, but hell. He can look at it this way; he will become the legendary Undertaker or something. However the hell this exorcism works. I could really give a rat's ass as to what would happen, I only cared about the Legend Killer, Randy Orton turning back into his normal self, even if it is at the expense of others.

My father and I went to the hotel room and placed the items out on the bed. Kane's hair, Taker's ashes in the urn and hopefully Batista will be stupid enough to believe me and 'witness' the ritual. My dad was taking out the scissors once more, cutting back my hair. I went to shave again, that's becoming more and more difficult as time passes for an odd reason. The hairs on my chin and face grow back faster very day, but that will soon change.

My father called up the Gypsy lady once more asking what needs to be done with the items. He wrote down everything, word for word on the steps. When he was done, the closed up his cell phone. "It's all here!" he said with a smile.

I looked over the steps. One get host into enclosed space, the ring will do. Two, place a small sample of hair and ashes at each corner of the ring. Three, use the remaining ashes to surround the enclosed space, the ashes will close up the host. Preventing him or her from escaping. Four, the possessed must back away at least twenty feet and surround themselves in a fire circle. Preventing the soul from returning, the soul will be drawn to the host surrounded by their former remains.

It all seemed simple enough, yet I thought of various things that could prevent it from going wrong. What if Batista smartens up and knows what I am planning? Perhaps I should have a back up host just in case? I asked my father about it, he said if all else fails, just start taking shots at guys in the back and trick them to come to the ring. Good idea pops. Survivor Series. I will be a free man and this curse will no longer be a burden on me!