Chapter 8- The Sacrifice

Survivor series, the moment of truth for me, and yet the pain was much worst than it was before. I grew a few feet over the past few days; I couldn't shave anymore for the beard would grow back in the hour. My stomach bared the same tattoos the Undertaker had, and the more I tried to resist it, the more it fought back. I was sitting in my locker room, holding onto my body. Feeling like it could burst at a moment's notice.

"Hang in there Randy, we're almost through this son!" Dad would say as he gave me cold water to drink. I was forced to wear those damn boots that had the note saying I would grow into them. What the hell is happening to me, I don't know. But the pain was becoming unbearable. I felt as if my body was on fire, my arms were cold and swelled every so often. My entire body was swelling up!

"Dad… please, get Batista!" I begged him.

My father didn't hesitate he ran out of the room looking for Dave, I tried to get myself up off the chair. Walking was so much harder than it once was, I couldn't control my legs fully. My arms to resisted doing many things. But I had to keep fighting. I lowered my head as the pain shot through my chest once more. Long locks of hair started to come down my face and grow longer by the minute. This shouldn't be happening to me!

I could hear my father call out my name. "Randy, he's in the ring now! Come on!" he called to me. I called on whatever strength I had, just to get to the ring. I had to lean into the walls to get there and drag my body down the hallway. When I got there Dave stood there waiting.

"Well?" he called out to me.

I grabbed a mic. "Stay there Dave… let my dad set up" my voice grew horse, as I was losing it quickly. My dad placed the hair and ashes around the ring as instructed. Dave knew something was wrong.

"Orton… what the hell is this?" he demanded of me.

"Sorry Dave… but you need to be the host of this" I knew there was a section of the ring that offered a ring of fire. I tried to get the Pyro people to set it off, the flame circle was ready… yet it started to rain on me… the Undertaker's gong was heard and the mist came up from the ramp. Dave stood in the ring stunned. The lights went on and off as the crowd went insane. The arena went black, when the lights came back on… I was somehow standing in the ring… dressed in the Undertaker's full ring attire!

"Dad!" I called out to him. My body was frozen. I could only move my eyes! My father ran to the ring to try and help me, yet the ropes became ablaze. My right arm became possess. Taking the microphone out of my left hand by force, and brought it to my lips.

"RANDY ORTON!" The Undertaker's voice came though my mouth. The fans were confused. My eyes told of a scared legend killer, and yet my lips spoke of something much different. "At No Mercy, you took away my body. Trying to kill the legendary of Deadman. You will pay for your crime" Taker said through my lips.

My body turned to my father. My left arm pointed to him. "Your son, will pay for your sins as well as his own. May the price be an eye for an eye… Randy Orton, Bob Orton. I am no longer your worst nightmare; I am no longer in your minds." I could feel one side of my lip curl into a half smile. "You will learn soon enough, you cannot kill what isn't dead!"

I felt my body go numb, the fire raged in the ring but the mist started to flood the ring, engulfing my body. I couldn't move, I couldn't see. It all became so cold to me…

"Dad!" was the last words I was able to call out, I unleash a blood-curdling scream as my body began to alter before my eyes. After though, all I remember was everything going black…