Chapter 9- Debt repaid.

The arena fell silent to what they just saw. Bob Orton could only stand there, unable to help his son. When the fire stopped and the mist cleared. He saw Randy on one knee. His head was lowered down so no one could see his face; his back was facing Bob Orton. "Randy!" Bob called out as he got into the ring. "Randy come on son. Let's leave," he begged.

Bob placed a hand on his son's arm. Only to have it slapped off to the side harshly. "Randy?" he asked. He stood off of his knee; Randy was still taller than before… he was as tall as the Undertaker. Before Bob Orton could blink. He felt a powerful hand grab onto his neck. Choke slamming him hard to the mat.

The fans cheered and didn't know what became of the young Orton. That was until his hat came off.

There was an eerie calm over the crowd as the face under the black hat wasn't that of the Legend Killer. But that of a young Legendary Undertaker!

He looked at the fans with a stern, stone glare. Not saying a word. Yet Taker looked over his new body, the youth of a 24 year old was now his. The experience of over 20 years in his mind and flesh. He walked over to the fallen father. Leaning in closer.

"You took my body, I took your son's." were his words.

Bob eyes were gazed over, he couldn't see straight or look at Taker's new youthful face. Before going up the ramp, the Undertaker looked at the titan tron, seeing his new body in full perspective for the first time, he was pleased. He walked out of the ring and up the ramp, thinking nothing of what he just did.

The locker rooms were stunned in silence. They saw the Undertaker get burned up in the coffin, and yet he walks before them now. "He didn't do that… Tell me He didn't just do that!" muttered Booker T.

Dave Batista was muttering. "He tried to pass that off to me… That little bastard"

Taker continued to make his way down the hall until he came to a farmiller face. Kane stood in the shadows. Taker spotted him instantly. A quick half smile came over the Deadman's lips.

"That's Orton's smirk" Kane pointed out with a smile of his own. "How did you do it?" Kane came out of the shadows as Taker told him.

"It was an eye for an eye, Randy shouldn't have taken away what didn't belong to him."

Kane nodded in agreement. "I guess that makes me the older brother then" he laughed.

Taker shook his head no, leaning in he whispered. "I can teach you how"

Kane fell silent as his eyes saw Chris Masters walking down the hall. He was younger than Randy only 22 years of age from what's been said. Taker looked at him and nodded. "You will be will suited for that age, you know when to find me when you're ready" Taker whispered as he walked away from Kane.

Kane's eyes stared at Chris Masters. His youthful body and look, Hell the Undertaker has the physique of Randy Orton… he would have the body of Chris Masters.

Masters saw Kane staring at him; how he was able to get any girl he wanted. He approached Kane with a cocky smirk.

"I have no problem getting a girl of my own, you have to force one apone you. Give up Kane. You'll never be as good as I am!"

With his peace spoken Masters walked away. Not knowing Kane did a half smile of his own. "Not yet at least"

The End

Authors note: This is not an Anti- Randy Orton story. I got nothing against him, this was a story concept I came up and thought would be a cool twist in the WWE storyline. I've met Mr. Orton; he's really a nice guy.