Chapter 6- Business

We stormed Vince's office, he was on the phone when he saw Taker and I storm into the room. "I'll call you back" the infamous last lines spoken knowing when something more important is at hand. He closed up his cell phone and looked at both of us oddly. "Kane. Taker. You look well" he said.

"I wonder why that is Vince" I stormed up to his desk and flipped it over. Grabbing him by the collar, forcing him to look me dead in the eyes. "What the hell is happening to us?" I demanded of him.

Vince didn't understand what I was getting at. "What do you mean? You look fine to me!" he replied.

I was about to yell at him, but the pain came back to me. I dropped him from my grasp as the last of the transformation took place; my body cringed and tightened up.

"GODDAMN IT!" I roared in pain.

"Relax Kane, if you fight it. It will just be worst" Taker said. I tried to settle myself down. It was frustrating to do! The aching soon stopped and I was on my own two feet again. Vince smiled and nodded his approval.

"I don't think you have ever looked that good Kane," he said honestly as he straightened his jacket. I looked down; my stomach had ridges of abs and muceal. My eyes darted at him as a growl left my lips.

"You Son of a Bitch. You're the one doing this!" I growled.

Vince had given me a 'what are you talking about' look. "Do I look like the kind that would get into voodoo?" he asked of me.

"Wouldn't put it pass you" I muttered back.

Vince sighed aloud. "What's so wrong with this? I mean look at you two. You'll be dominating this business for another 10 perhaps 20 years. I don't see anything wrong with it"

Taker stepped up to the plate on this one. "Wrong? You wanna know what's wrong McMahon? The fact is that a generation of WWE superstars is going to be retired before they even get a start! Look at Randy Orton, damn kid got on my nerves. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to make in this business. He had the spark! Someone is putting it out. Be it you or whoever the hell is doing this as a sick idea. Chris Masters hasn't touched his prime let alone scratch the surface. And now he is the age Kane should be. Why is it that you are enjoying this Vince?" he questioned.

Vince sat back in his chair. "The fans don't respond to new wrestlers as well as they use to. I cannot create another Stone Cold Steve Austin, I cannot make a Ric Flair come out of nowhere. I can't pull another version of the Undertaker or Kane out of my ass! What can I do, but give the fans what they want?" he asked us.

"So you are part of this. How the hell are you doing it?" I demanded of McMahon.

There was a coy smile across his face. "You think I am responsible… think again" he replied. "There's more than one McMahon running this business. I'm just one of them" he explained.

I looked to Taker; he just seemed to nod his head and turned his back to leave. "Come on Kane" he called to me.

"Aren't you going to be in the Rumble?" Vince called out to me. I turned to glare at him. "I think you could have won it this year"

I slammed the door without giving him an answer. I turned to Taker.

"He's sending us on a wild goose chase you know that" he said.

I nodded to him. "No S—t Sherlock"

Taker was trying to think, when we hear someone whispering. "Kane… Taker!" We turned to the shadows of the hall; it was Triple H. He waved us forward wanting to talk in private.

I looked to the Deadman. "Hunter… Helping us?" I asked oddly.

Taker shrugged. "What the hell, it's not the strangest thing going on around here"

We followed Hunter to the locker room. He brought us in and locked the door tight. He turned to us and looked about the room. "What the hell are you doing?" Taker asked of him.

"Shut the hell up!" he spat back. When he secured the room he let out a sigh. "Listen, I know what's going down… Damn do you have a six pack?" he asked of me.

"Keep to the story Hunter, what's going on" I snapped back.

Hunter let out a sigh saying that this was a McMahon's doing. "The idea is to make the current WWE superstars last longer. I don't know for sure who is doing this, yet I know it's happening fast. Taker here was a prototype. Guinea pig" Hunter explained. "Every Raw Superstar and Smackdown superstar who have a strong fan base will be turned younger by force if necessary"

This was greatly confusing me. "Taker… you told me that you would transform me," I said to him.

Taker sighed. "It wasn't me. Why would I do that if I didn't like what was going down!" he snapped back.

"Yeah, he didn't like it one bit" came a deep voice. From the hidden wall came the dark figure we saw earlier. He took off the hood… it was Randy! He was in his 40's no doubt and he stared at us. "When we switched bodies, I could hear Taker's every though, as he heard mine. Some thoughts were put in there to make the other assume it was the choice of the possessor. If that makes any sense to you"

"Dumb it down for Kane" Triple H said.

I smacked him hard upside the head. "I know damn well what he means. Go on Randy"

Randy went on to say that this was the work of dark magic, not Taker's kind. But something stronger, and it was the work of a McMahon for sure.

"Vince is in on it" I spoke aloud.

"You want a gold star for that observation! Of course he is!" Hunter snapped at me.

I growled to Triple H. "It explains why we got all these new young guys… Hunter… why isn't this happening to you?" Taker asked.

Hunter shrugged. "I got a lot of fuel left in my tank. You were running low" he smirked.

I'm sure Taker will deal with him later. "What do we do? How do we change back?" I asked aloud.

Randy sighed. "I've been trying to figure that out. I can't see anything to change us back, let alone how it was done."

This was getting us nowhere. "Should we try and stop it?" Triple H asked us.

Randy was ready to let him have it. But Taker looked to him shaking his head no.

Taker paced the floor when he said. "I think we need a plan… We need bait" His eyes as well as mine, then Randy's turned to Triple H. "And I think we got it"