Chapter 6- Learn from yourself- Kane
CRASH.
Randy fell harshly into the sand, as I stood over him in Scorpion's lair. He cleared the blood from his lip. Damn, did I feel bad. "I didn't hit you too hard did I?" I asked of him.
Randy got himself off the ground and brushed the sand off of his clothing.
"There is no way I am that strong Kane" he shot back at me.
I told Orton I was only using what powers he had that include strength. It's the stipulation in a morph, when you pose as someone else you have all of his or her strengths and weaknesses. I cannot summon my own power as Randy Orton.
"I swear Randy, this is all you man… can I stop using your voice, I feel like I'm in stereo when I talk to you and then you talk back. It's freaking me out"
Randy smirked and nodded. I was able to use my normal voice again. "Once more?" he asked of me.
I was more than happy to oblige him. We raced up the wooden poles of Scorpion's lair; many of them were sturdy yet many were also faulty. One step would snap them in half and you can fall a fair distance. Yet something it can be used to your advantage. Randy and I battled one another on these things. Kicking off the walls and just trying to get the upper hand on one another. I couldn't believe how much stronger Orton was, he impressed me by the hour, pulling different tricks out of his hat. Or out of his ass, I couldn't tell really.
He was able to scale the walls like Spider man, perhaps a new trick he's developed. Fire was at his instant command as he was able to summon it in the palm of his hand. I did that first yet taught him how it was done.
I was going to do a drop attack on Orton; I developed a cool trick and have always wanted to do it… Well… I kinda stole the idea from X-men 2 via Nightcrawler. I ran right at Randy, he was below me when I swooped down. Orton ducked out of the way, yet just before I was near him. I teleported behind him, taking him out from behind! This scared the crap out of him as we crashed into the ground.
"Oh… DAMN!" Randy moaned as he felt that badly.
"Good thing I'm you and not a 300 pounder, that would have crushed your spine!" I smirked.
Randy got off the ground still stunned to what occurred. "YOU… MUST TEACH ME THAT!" he said with excitement. "That was AWESOME!"
A smile came over my face. It felt like we were here for months, when really at home it's only been a day or so. I changed back to my normal self when I checked my watch. "Oh yeah… I forgot, nothing works on this island" I sighed.
"Why do you need to know the time?" he asked.
"Well I still got a house show to do. And Shao Kahn will be taking over for me… training you"
Randy's eyes dropped. His jaw lagged as he stared at me. "Are you nuts!" he demanded. "Him… train me!"
I nodded to Randy. "He is more skilled at hand to hand combat than I am… plus he won't go easy on you" I explained.
There was a stunned look across Orton's face. "You were going easy on me!"
"Do you really think I would have been able to hurt my own friend? No" I shot back. Hell whenever I saw Chyna out and about when she was still with us, I kept apologizing to her after accidentally making her lose her eyelashes for a few weeks. Does Randy Orton really expect me to go all medieval on his ass?
Just then Kahn had appeared. He looked about the place and looked to Randy. "You've been training?" he asked of him.
Orton nodded his head yes. "He's all yours!" I smirked to Kahn.
I teleported out of the lair and back to the arena, right in front of Vince McMahon. "Where have you been for the past day!" he demanded of me like a father scolding a child.
"I was training Randy… why?" I asked.
Vince crossed his arms. "I was worried sick! I thought some other freak came and abducted you or something!"
I smiled to Vince. "We got nothing to worry about for the next little while… at least I think so… but anyway you know if something does come up"
I was to face Gene Snitsky tonight… yet again… But it was just a quick match, nothing too major.
I quickly teleported back to the island, I came apone a bloodied Randy Orton on the beach sands. He looked like a train hit him! "Orton?" I asked.
He slowly turned to face me. "Your… right… you went… to easy…" before he could finish, he passed out!
I saw Kahn comes from the forest, seeing Orton had been knocked out cold. "You nearly killed him!" I yelled to Kahn.
"He asked me not to go easy on him, so I obliged the boy"
I smacked my own forehead. "He's not immortal like you!"
Kahn realized that. "Oh… right… but whatever doesn't kill him will make him stronger. Besides. You think the Lin Kuei will take pity on him if he cannot take the damage?" he asked of me.
I knew he was right. I was the wrong guy to train Randy. Looking to Kahn, I sighed aloud. "Will you take over then? I cannot train him for he is my friend," I asked of him.
Kahn smiled. "You are a gentle giant, just as the Dragon King was. I will train him for you Glen." Kahn bend down to Randy. "Now listen up boy," he said. "You are about to learn about instant healing. Listen good"
Kahn began to whisper in Randy's ear. I watched Orton's eyes closed tighter as if he focused on his inner strength. The blood around his face and lip began to vanish, the black eyes healed over and the bones that were broke, snapped back and healed into place. "You will tell your body to become stronger, tell it that you will work together and conquer pain." Kahn continued.
Randy's eyes shot open as he sat up in the sand stunned. He looked to his hands seeing all the cuts and marks here healed.
"Whoa" he whispered in a shocked tone.
Kahn smiled on with great pride. "You are stronger than you think, care to see more?" he asked the young Orton, lowering his hand to help him off the ground. Randy took it. And pulled himself up.
"Kane… you cool with this?" he asked of me.
I nodded to him. "I went to easy on you, what good am I when I take in the fact of caring for your well being?" I asked with a smirk.
Orton smiled back to me, yet his smile vanished. "Hey wait a minute. You mean you really beat the tar out of me?" he demanded of Shao Kahn.
"Well it's the only way you'll learn" Kahn smirked.