Chapter 3- Water, water everywhere….

It had been but a few weeks, Kane already had seen the affects of the water on his fellow wrestlers. Ric Flair was a young twenty something; ready to take on the world. Hell Triple H was even younger looking; did he have any idea as to what was going on? Kane kept his eyes peeled, not knowing someone was watching him very closely. Jonathan Coachman approached Kane before Raw one night. "Kane… what's wrong with you?" he asked.

Kane's eyes darted towards Coach, knowing his snitching ways. "What are you talking about?" he demanded.

Coach looked over Kane. "You're different looking, I mean not like everyone else you know. You stick out like a sore thumb, and a loser!" Coach stated.

Kane smirked at him. "Are you trying to scare me Coach?" Kane growled to him as he cornered the announcer into the wall. "I don't frighten so easily!" Kane sneered at Coach as he walked away from him. The locker room wasn't as it once was. Kane could no longer converse with Big Show or the others who had been affected by the water. They saw him as an "old geezer" as it were, and refused to speak a word. Yet those unaffected had Kane's ear.

Chris Masters being one of them, he had been trying to figure things out since the whole water dispenser came in. John Cena too has assisted Master and Carlito kept Kane posted. Kane was on his way to the locker room when he ran across Vince. McMahon was stunned to see Kane still be the age he last saw him. Yet played it off as if he thought nothing was wrong. "Kane… you're looking well" Vince stated.

"Yeah, great"

McMahon stared at him oddly. "You look thirsty, how about I get you a nice cold glass of water?"

Kane knew where this was going instantly. "I rather have a beer"

Vince smiled. "Not before the show. Have you tried the water? It's great and imported!" he explained.

Kane only smiled. "Yeah, interesting stuff" Kane didn't allow Vince to get in another word; he walked into his locker room and locked the door on the boss. Knowing McMahon would follow him in.

Kane found a letter on the bench, for an upcoming PPV was a story angle. "Inner promotional match, The Undertaker VS Kane. Loser hits the water?" Kane asked aloud.

He read over the idea that he and the Undertaker battle over a platform, the first one to hit the water loses. Yet no one was going to win the match, they both were going to fall in. "The youth water" Kane whispered. McMahon knew he hadn't been drinking it for a long time now, and this was the way he was going to get Kane and Taker to become young again. Kane was about to call up the Undertaker when he heard someone knock on the door.

"KANE WE GOT A MATCH!" called out the Big Show.

He nearly forgot about the tag match against Snitsky and Tyson Tomko. Kane unlocked the door and came out. Show had his long hair back as he stood there with his arms crossed.

"What took you so long Kane? Did you forget? God you're getting old!" he sighed.

Kane blinked a few times. "Old? I'm only 37!" he spat back.

"Old" Show snapped back.

It wasn't long before Show and Kane made their way down to the ring. It was rather odd as Kane looked to his opponents. They looked slightly different. A bit younger yet no by much. "Could the water have a limited affect?" he wondered.

The match was rather short since Big Show just went in and destroyed Snitsky and Tomko on his own. Show would then turn around to Kane and say. "That's how it's done… Old timer!"

This was getting out of hand. Kane stormed to the back where he confronted Vince in his office. McMahon looked up at Kane and smiled. "You like the match I am putting you in?" he asked.

"No, quite frankly I am not a fan" Kane spat back. His fists came down onto the desk. "What the hell do you want from me!" he roared in anger.

Vince smiled and he turned to make sure the door was closed. "What any great man of business would want… to keep it going," he whispered back. "Kane, why fight it? I am offering you a great chance! To be young, relive your glory days before a new generation!" he explained.

"You are messing with something you don't understand!" Kane protested.

McMahon had a smile on his face. "I know what I am doing Kane… you just need to be sure you know that" Vince stated.

It left a bad taste in Kane's mouth; he stormed out of the office and slammed the door behind him.

Kane stormed down the hall when he was approached my Triple H; Hunter stared at him oddly and passed him his cell phone. "Orton is calling you… I should have blocked him…" Hunter growled.

Kane took the phone. "Orton?" he asked.

"Not anymore it's Taker. You get this?" he asked

"The match, yeah. What do we do?" Kane asked.

Taker fell silent. "There's not much we can do, but all I know is this. We cannot stay in that water for a long time" he explained.

Kane was confused. "Why?"

He could hear Taker trying to find the words. "Kane… when the water is consumed, it's gets distributed…"

"Taker cut the science lesson. What would it do if we are in it for a prolong period?" Kane demanded.

Taker cleared his voice. "You wanna go back to diapers?" he asked.

The question was very odd, but Kane got the idea. "Damn" he muttered to himself.

"Kane we got to be careful, if we do this. We cannot be in the water any longer than a minute," Taker warned.

Kane nodded in agreement. "We'll talk later… Hunter is giving me this stare right now, he wants his phone back"

He heard Taker give a very light chuckle. "Later Kane"

He flipped the phone closed and passed it back to Hunter. Kane knew this was getting serious, and if he's not careful. Things will get worst.