Chapter 9-Change of plans- Kane.

Weeks… it's been weeks since I have been stuck at this age, and already I hate it with every fiber of my being. Despite having a lousy child hood let alone young adult hood, I didn't wish to relive it again. I have been given more attention by the ladies now days, only because my outside has changed. Not my inside. I have tried to find Vince or Shane, yet they have seemed to vanish from sight. They haven't been here for the past few days, and I couldn't understand why.

Well needless to say, the show went on. The fans were starting to get use to my new image, somewhere still confused, hell I'm still confused. Yet it was about to get even stranger, Stephanie McMahon's music hit as she strutted herself onto the ramp. She looked at me with a grin.

"My, my, look at Kane now ladies and gentlemen!" she called aloud. I turned to give her my full attention. "It seems to me, people are wondering… what happened to the monster? Why is he so young? Is Kane into the whole plastic surgery?" she asked aloud.

Oh she's the one to talk on that one. "I can tell you this, the answer is no. Besides. No amount of surgery could do that to him. It's impossible"

Where the hell is she going with this? She saw my confused look, my head tilted to the side wondering what is she talking about.

"Oh, Kane's confused. Let me explain it plan and simple!" She started to come down to the ring. She was grinning evilly and I didn't like it, not a bit. "You see Kane, you have a contract with the WWE, and we have just recently added a little fine print. Written in powerful ink, that can't be reversed. You should have read it," she explained. Her heels clicked as she climbed up the stairs, she got into the ring and looked me over. Circling around me.

I had it and grabbed my own microphone. "What the hell do you want from me?" I demanded of her.

She smiled. "I want you in this business for the rest of your life" she grinned.

I was taken back by her words, the rest of my life? "You see, Dad and Shane were all keen at first. Yet they gave in under the pressure of what could happen if we did this constantly. They mentioned something that your brother said about whipping out an entire new generation of superstars. To refuel the veterans we have now. The Undertaker, Ric Flair, Shawn Michaels, you… you have felt the power now. And how good it is to be young. We figured if the fans aren't responding to the new, upcoming wrestlers. We would keep the ones we have… by any means!" She stated in a venomous tone to me.

"You sick Bitch," I growled at her. "What makes you think I am willing to let you do this to me and to every young person that wishes to be a WWE wrestler someday?" I asked.

Stephanie smiled. "You can't do anything Kane. You're powerless! You have no control over what happens to you now. So quite frankly, I would just sit back and let us work our magic," she grinned.

I had it with her. Before she left, I grabbed her scrawny little neck and Chokeslammed her to the mat. How dare she treat me like some sort of pet, toying with my body and the careers of young wrestlers.

I was about to leave until Linda was the next person to come out. She shook her head in disappointment to me. "Kane… Kane, Kane, Kane. Why did you have to go and do that to her? Don't you understand; we're helping you! How many years did you have left with us? 4 perhaps 5? Kane, we are doing what's right for you. If you don't like it, I will do a simple change of your contract. And I can make sure you become a withered up old man!" she warned.

Damn, Linda's grown a set!

I looked back at Stephanie and back to Linda. "It's up to you Kane, you dare walk out on us, and it will be done with a simple nudge of a pen. Stay, and you can stay for the rest of your life in the ring, in front of millions forever. You will be a god!" she said with great enthusiasm.

I bend down to pick the mic back up. I started to laugh in it. "Why is it that you want me to stay so much? After all, I tombstoned your precious little neck on the steel ramp. I have fried Shane's… how does Vince put it…. Genetic Jackhammer? Yeah, I fried that beyond repair. I broken McMahon's foot and I just choke slammed your little girl here… Why keep a monster?" I asked.

Linda smiled to me with a coy grin. "Because, it's good business" She started to walk away from me.

"McMahon, one more thing!" I called aloud to her. She stopped and turned. "What about those whose youth has been stolen? What will become of them?" I asked.

She just shrugged her shoulders to me. "It's none of my concern" and walked off. Just like that. It wasn't a good enough answer for me. But now it has me walking a thin line. Discover how to reverse everything that's been done, or face the consequence that if I fail… I wound be put in a powerless position.

I went to the back where all the guys were getting concerned. Snitsky was nervous as hell since he was a young up comer. He ran to me with a pleading look in his eyes. "Tell me… for the love of God, Kane, tell me if I am good enough?" he asked of me.

Damn, why is that now I am to answer the unknown? "Snit, look. I don't know. That's up to the McMahons, I wish I knew for sure anyway" I replied to him.

I saw Shawn Michaels come up to me and pull me off to the side without saying a single word. He brought me to the locker room where Ric Flair, Taker, Orton, Masters, Conway and now use were in. "Pow wow?" I asked.

Shawn nodded. "Look, I was all for this at first, until I saw what it was doing to the younger guys. I can't approve of this method." He explained to me.

"Where did you get your youth from?" I asked him

"Carlito"

I looked to everyone in the room. "Well then. How do we go about getting everyone back to normal?" I asked

No one knew for certain. "We have to figure something out, if not we will be here for the rest of our lives… Hell the McMahons could keep us until our great, great grandchildren reach collage!" Taker growled.

"Easy for you to say!" snapped Conway. "I'm too old to have kids!"

"HEY! I may have been old, but I could still rock the casaba! WOOO" Ric shot back.

"ENOUGH!" I yelled out. "This is getting us no where fast. We need a plan" I called aloud.

Well, little did we know. A certain McMahon was listening in on the other side, forming a plan of their own…