Chapter 6- Odd Hunter- Randy.
"You still haven't lost the weight?" I asked Kane. He sat in the locker room with the guys; we were having a game night. He gained weight from the family outings, but still hasn't lost a single pound, he hasn't been able to change back either.
"It's hard, trust me I know more than anyone!" Matt snapped back. Matt Hardy had been busy trying to help Jeff; things have gotten rough for them. But I hoped they would get through it. As of late, Jeff remained at the realm of Princess Kitana and dealt with her swine probable, at the same time, Queen Sindel is allowing him to create his own mural as a distraction from the feeding.
Kane glared at his spare tire and it only grew with whatever he ate. "Makes no damn sense to me" he hissed, his family was ok, his wife keeps eating and not gain a pound!
"Could be it be a spell the ladies put on you? You gain the weight as they still look wonderful?" joked Cena.
"Grow up John" Kane growled as his stomach rumbled again. "Damn it" he hissed.
"It's like that Simpson's episode when Homer turns into the blob!" laughed Punk.
"NOT HELPING!" Kane roared
"It's probably nothing!" Taker announced
Shao came into the room. "We got another realm, which here wants to make some money?" he asked with a grin.
"What's bugging them?" asked Taker.
"This is an odd one, anyone heard of the Hippo people?" he asked with a smirk.
"Hippo people? Are you f—king serious?" demanded the Undertaker.
"No, it's pigs as usual… and a raging cow demons… anyone interested?" he asked. Kane put down his controller and left, I guess he volunteered for it. Just as he was about to leave, Kane's wife caught him and asked to go along with him. He agreed as they vanished in a red fire and smoke.
"I think I am going to join the guys at the bar, see you later" I called. As I left I couldn't shake this odd feeling I had, I talked to Hunter today about working out later. He was going to take a multivitamin before joining me; problem was… he never showed up. When I asked him about it later, he didn't remember and walked off.
Chris noticed the strange look in his eye. "Something he ate maybe?" he suggested as a joke. "I don't try to understand McMahon's anymore… even if he is one by law"
I snickered to that one. Chris usually had some of the best lines; we also like to play a little joke on each other. We call it "loser says what"
Chris has never lost that game. He said it was his Canadian blood. "We're too polite, what is very rude to say," he explained. I noticed that with him too. Whenever he didn't hear something properly he always said pardon. Never what.
When I got to the bar, I noticed Hunter sitting at the main stool… odd thing was he had a beer in hand… and he was drinking it. "Hunter?" I called; he turned and smiled to me.
"Randy hey, sorry about today, I don't know where my head is"
"So I see, since when did you drink beer?" I asked.
Hunter looked to his mug and shrugged his shoulders before downing it; he called for another from the barkeep. But the bar tender was getting rather annoyed. "That was your fifth one!" he called back.
"Fine, then get me something stronger!" Hunter called back at him.
This wasn't the first time Hunter did something odd today. I saw him earlier with his Mrs. Stephanie was asking him something and he snapped at her! It was uncalled for by Hunter and Shawn had to step in.
"What the hell man?" he demanded of his friend. "You never talked to Stephanie like that!"
"She had it coming, it's about time I did. You know you're voice annoys the hell out of me, give me space" he said before storming off. Stephanie was reduced to tears from that, you do NOT tell your woman off when she is carrying your kid… damn I'm sounding like the Undertaker!
Anyway, Hunter had avoided everyone like a plague… everyone but Vince who he visited often. He was ushered into his office many times over in the day for a strange reason, can came out more renewed before. Who knew a verbal ass chewing could give you so much spunk? Trust me, we all know Vince can come down on Hunter like a ton of bricks, if something fails, he gets the brunt of it since he's family now.
Looking across the room was Shawn Michaels who didn't take his eyes off of Triple H; he knew his friend was not being himself at all. If there was anyone that knew Hunter better than himself, it's Shawn.
Checking my watch, I remembered I was supposed to meet Chris Jericho at the bar; we were to play some pool and shoot darts… he never showed. This wasn't like him, not at all. I texted him and left messages, however I got no answer from him. Something was rotten here.
Chris did arrive hours later, he was grinning from ear to ear, like he got his first taste of freedom in years or something. "Jericho, where the hell have you been?" I demanded.
He ignored me completely and went to sit next to Hunter, the two smiled wickedly to one another as they ordered round after round. I found myself drifting to Shawn. He looked rather disappointed. "If that's Hunter, then I'm the jolly green giant!" he whispered to me.
Hunter's eyes drifted to our direction… did… did he just hear us? Shawn and I played some round of darts and kept an eye on the two, I wasn't sure what to make of this. Shawn wasn't either. "It's not like them at all," he said to me as he shot for the bulls' eye. "Randy… what do you think?" he asked.
I could feel it, that ninja side of me was well aware; nothing is what is rule one of the code too. I recall my training well and remembered that even when something seems the most off on a person, the fact is they aren't who they claim to be. I put the theory to the test.
"Hey Jericho!" I called; he turned to look at me. "Jackasssaywhat?" I said really fast.
He gave me the most annoyed look. "What?" he demanded. Wrong answer, that ain't Jericho.
We're in a whole new world now ever since Raiden introduced our animalities to us; it's only spiraled from there. I was convinced now… more than ever that the two men sitting at the bar are not Hunter and Jericho. Not the least bit, but how to prove it? As well as figure out where the real ones are!