Chapter 2- Something in the water.

Smackdown

"My God, what the hell is this!" demanded Randy Orton as he threw his cup against the wall, water was all over the place and he was disgusted with it. "That's filtered?"

"What's your problem, this water is great!" proclaimed JBL as he started drinking it right from the tap, it disgusted Randy, to him it reminded him of a soggy shoe that's been drenched in sweat and swamp water. Yet JBL drinks it like beer. Randy stormed out of the room when he looked to the shadows, he was too farmiller with who was looking back at him. "Deadman," he simple stated.

Taker came from the shadows and stared at Orton. "You know what's going on huh?" Taker asked calmly.

Randy nodded. "The water is spiked isn't it?"

Taker shook his head. "You think with all that's happened, that the water would be spiked? No. It's no plain water"

Randy looked to the Undertaker with a confused look. "What is it then?" Taker waved Orton to him. Randy, being cautions followed the Deadman to a dark room where he saw the biggest yet old dog tied up. The dog barked yet settled when the Deadman patted him.

"This is my favorite pup… he's getting on now… but watch" Taker reached to the side and gave the dog water; Orton watched it drink all the water in the bowl. What happened next stunned the young wrestler. For the dog turned into a pup.

"The fountain of youth?" Randy asked.

"For us veterans. If the likes of you drink it, it has no affect. You're already young. That's why it disgusts you" Taker explained as he proved that once more with another bowl the pup took one lap and shunned the dish.

Taker's eyes looked up at Randy. "Something happening" he explained.

Randy nodded. "No kidding, yet whoever is doing this… do they really want a locker room full of young punks?" Orton asked.

Taker smirked. "You got more of my in ya then I thought"

"That's not the point Taker, if the locker room becomes full of young wrestlers… then what?" Orton asked.

"You got younger superstars, in return those who have been busting their asses here for over ten years, could go another ten" he explained.

Just then Orton's cell phone ranged. He answered it, shocked to hear who was on the other end. "How the hell did you get this number?" Orton demanded.

Taker looked to Orton with a curious look. Randy passed the phone to Taker. "It's your brother"

Taker took the phone. "Kane" he simply stated.

Kane told Taker what's been happening on the Raw end with the water cooler. "I got your note… problem is I drank some of it…" Kane paused.

"And?" Taker asked.

"I won't lie to you brother, it's a damn fine drink. Yet seeing what happened to the others and what Chris Masters as told me… I know not to take any more of it."

Taker just nodded to his brother's voice. "Keep me posted… by the way. How did you get Orton's number?" Taker asked.

He could hear Kane laughing on the other end. "His father when he was a nervous wreak"

Taker nodded with a smile. "Stay on your toes little brother" with that spoken he hung up the phone.

"What was that about?" Orton asked.

"Raw is going through the same thing on their end, question is. Is this McMahon's doing?"

Randy laughed. "That's the no duh factor of the day Deadman! Of course they are behind it!"

Taker looked to Randy. "Yet why isn't Vince or Linda drinking any of it? It would make them younger too you know? Unless they can't"

This brought the Deadman deep in thought. Randy looked concerned as he poked his head out the door for the moment. Animal from the LOD was starting to look younger and was full of energy. Batista too started to look a little younger as well.

"Well we know for sure Batista lied about his age" Orton smirked.

"Can it Randy, this is serious"

Orton didn't look too concerned. "I don't really understand the big deal about this Taker. I mean you liked being my age didn't you?"

Taker didn't say a word at first, yet he let out a deep sigh. "I won't lie, I did. But it's not what I was suppose to be." Taker's eyes looked to the young Orton. "If you have seen what I have and get to my age, you know when to back off from a fight, or show that you still got tricks up your sleeves to the young ones that come through the door and into your yard. Being young is great yeah, but how far will it get you when you don't learn from old age?" Taker asked him.

Randy stood there stunned, taking in the Undertaker's words. "Whoa… deep" he whispered.

"Yeah, problem is. McMahon's going to know who's drinking and who isn't…" he said.

"He can't force you to drink the water!" Randy stated.

"No… but there are other ways of using it…."