Chapter 2- The problem

The months flew by; Cal was a great security guard. He was able to catch fans that would try to run into matches before they get over the barricade. He was good, but how? Randy never took his eyes off of him; he knew there was something wrong with him. Cal never seemed to lose his cool, not matter the situation. He remained calm and composed, as if he would unleash something if his anger were to get out of control. Orton then got an idea. "Perhaps that needs to be done" he said aloud to himself on the plane to the new arena.

"What needs to be done Randy?" asked Bob Orton.

Randy told him of his observation about Cal. "He hasn't blown his cool, and he looks like something would be unleashed if he did" he explained.

Bob nodded. "Why are you so upset with that kid Randy? He a nice kid, I still think he reminds me of someone. It's on the tip of my tongue I swear"

"Dad, there's something not right about him, and I am going to prove it. Hell the Undertaker doesn't even like him!"

Bob's mind clicked on something, yet soon the thought vanished. "Well I'm sure the Undertaker has his reasons"

"Yeah, I want to know what reasons they are" Randy replied.

When arriving at the new arena. The airport was busy, there were rapid fans all trying to get autographs and some were just being plain rude to the girls. One man tried to pull down her top, only to be stopped by Cal. Gently Cal told him to back off, yet the fan refused. "I'm not going to have some over paid, unsuccessful body builder tell me what to do!" the fan spat back and threw a single punch at Cal. Much to everyone's shock. Cal caught his hand before it reached his face. His alone was enough to engulf the fan's hand in his own grasp. Using his free arm, the man tried to hit him again. Cal once more caught it. Cal started to crush the fan's hands in his grasp. It brought the fan to his knees.

"GOD LET GO!" he screamed.

Cal kept a calm composed look. "Apologize to the lady," he ordered.

The fan begged for forgiveness, Cal released him when it sounded sincere to his ears. No other man or fan tried to do this again to the ladies at the airport.

Randy saw everything from afar. "What power huh?" Bob asked his son.

"Nothing that I can't do myself!" Randy replied with a smirk. "He's just showing off"

His eyes gazed over ever so often seeing the ladies flock to Cal, the girls would say.

"You're so brave, and strong. Can we travel with you? To feel safe?"

It made Orton sick to his stomach, there was nothing special about Cal and he was going to prove it. His eyes did catch glimpse of something on Cal's arm… a marking… a very farmiller marking. Yet Cal quickly brought his sleeve down, covering it up.

"So, he does have something to hide after all" Randy grinned as he caught up with his father and checked into the hotel.

Word spread quickly about what Cal did in the airport. Impressing the guys, yet no one has heard of what the Undertaker said about him. Yet the Deadman himself was in the lobby with the boys having a social drink. "He made the kid BEG for mercy!" Batista explained. "I saw it with my own eyes. I myself was going to go over and help Stacy, but he beat me to it!"

"He can get away with a few more things than we can there Dave, he's a security guard after all. We're just wrestlers" explained Mysterio. "What we do is considered assault, he's just doing his job"

"You boy would have come to my aid right?" Melina asked M&N.

Nitro grinned. "But of course!"

"Not question" Mercury smiled.

"How fast would have you two run the other way, that's what I want to know" smirked Batista. Dave's eyes soon turned to the Deadman who kept his back to everyone. "Taker? You ok?" he asked.

Taker just nodded to him. "What do you think of Cal? Come to think of it, he reminds me of…"

"Yeah, I know" Taker growled back before Dave could finish his sentence. Taker finished off his drink and slammed the cup down to the table. "Excuse me boys," he said as he walked out.

"What's with him?" questioned Matt Hardy.

Everyone shrugged; no one tried to figure Taker out. But something was bugging him badly. Randy went on his way to his hotel room with his father. "Still don't get it," he muttered to himself. Just as he heard Cal come in with the divas. He escorted each of them to their room and joined the guys in the lobby.

"Come on Randy!" his father called. "We'll put our bags away and join them" Randy did as his father asked, he placed his bag in the room and went down to join the guys in the lobby. Cal was sitting there, laughing it up. And still wearing those damn sunglasses.

"What's wrong, you a vampire?" Orton questioned as soon as he saw Cal in the room. A smile came over Cal's face.

"One wouldn't pray about that having a condition like that" he smirked.

"You're funny" Matt laughed.

Randy took a seat across from Cal, staring at him intensely. "Let's see that tattoo you got Cal" Randy said aloud, interrupting Batista.

Cal looked to him oddly. "Tattoo? I don't have a tattoo," he explained.

Randy growled as he stormed up to Cal, grabbing his arm and pulling the sleeve back. His skin was bare. He checked the other one. Nothing.

"Randy lay off, he doesn't have tattoos!" Batista stated.

Randy growled to himself, he swore he saw something. "I haven't had this much attention since the divas" joked Cal.

Randy wasn't happy that he was being made a joke out of. "Why does the Undertaker hate you?" he asked out of the blue.

The room was so quite, you could hear a pin drop. "Randy!" growled Batista, as he stood before Cal. "Taker doesn't hate him what the hell makes you think that?"

Randy smirked when he saw the shamed look on Cal's face, knowing he struck a nerve with the guy.

"I've seen the look he gives you, and angry stare ones that I use to get… and now he seems to focus those on you. Question is why?"

Cal didn't stay to answer; he excused himself from the guys and went to the elevator. All eyes were on Orton.

"What the hell is your problem!" demanded Mysterio. "The guy has been here for only a month and you pick him apart!"

Randy smirked. "I'm going to show you all that Cal is hiding something on all of you!" Orton grinned as he walked out of the room. He now had an idea now, on how to push some of Cal's buttons.