Chapter 8- Never trust a brownie- Jericho.

I began to notice how odd Hunter was acting as of late, he was more like himself in the ring than anything, and normally he's an ok guy. But now… he was being a jerk. Shawn noticed that in an instant, he was worried about Hunter greatly. I was getting concerned too.

Well… I should have seen it coming. But Triple H wasn't my biggest worry. I nearly lost the IC title last night at a house show… was I getting suspended? It wasn't a good sign when you come within an inch of lose the title for no reason. Vince then called me into his office to speak. Randy caught me before I went to the meeting.

"Chris, pool tonight?" he asked.

"Sure Orton, if you really want a butt wupping!" I replied with a grin.

Randy smiled as he left. He turned to me. "Oh Chris, jackasssaywhat" he said really fast.

"Pardon, I didn't hear you, can you please repeat that" was my reply.

"Damn it" he growled with a smirk, "I can never beat you at that game!"

"Of course not junior! I'm Canadian!" I grinned. I went down the hallway with my belt proudly over my shoulder. Walking into Vince's office I stood face to face with him. The door seemed to close on it's own. "You wanted to speak to me Vince?" I asked.

Vince offered me a seat; I sat down, as the room seemed to darken around us. "Brownie?" he asked. Oh my one weakness, the brownie. I smiled to him, thinking of the time we first met and we bonded with a brownie. "We bonded that day didn't we Chris, the moment you wanted to come to the WWE, a simple, delightful dessert showed us as equals" he said.

He slid me a tall glass of milk. It was prefect! I ate the delight but nearly choked on it lucky for me there was milk … I felt there was something in there.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Fine, I think there was something in the Brownie though" I said aloud..

Vince sat relaxed before me and pondered his words. "How would you like a vacation? Yet still be paid?" he asked.

Red alert! My mind went into it in an instant. "How is that possible?" I asked.

"I have gone into a different direction for business, Hunter is really into it. He can show you want needs to be done. I think you have the perfect personality for it as well as endurance" Vince said with a grin.

"Into it? If you don't mind me saying Mr. McMahon, Hunter's become a real butthole since he's been 'into this business' of yours"

Vince laughed. "What makes you say that?"

I told him of the odd things he's been doing, he hasn't talked to Stephanie after that shout fest he had the last time, and he refuses to hold his own daughter and treats everyone like crap. As well, I caught him drinking beer. "Hunter always prides himself on not drinking the stuff, it's not like him. It's like it's not… even…" My stomach began to hurt. I then began to feel thirsty… very thirsty.

A jug of water was at the side of Vince's table. I found myself drinking it down as fast as I could nearly drown myself in it! It soon wasn't enough, and found another and drank that too. "What the hell… what's wrong with me" I growled lowly… that growl… wasn't human.

Vince stood from his desk and smiled. "Hunter will introduce you to your new line of work Chris, not to worry though…" The title I had over my shoulders was taken from me. Something came into the room from the shadows… I just turned to see who it was… it… it was me! He looked to the belt with a smirk and then… into my eyes, a green glow came from them as a evil smile followed.

"I'll be covering you," it said in my voice. I was shoved into the wall… yet fell… I fell through a portal… since when the hell did McMahon get portals and wormholes in his office! I found myself screaming for Vince, until I turned and saw a very bloated Triple H on the ground. "MY GOD!" I screamed.

He passed out after begging me to hold off on the insults. Looking about this place I saw creepy looking men… and a pig looking human creature the size of Randy Orton… just really fat! The men pointed me to it. "You take over and eat it"

"You want me to do what?!" I demanded. "Look I don't know what kind of sauce you people have on French fries, but I cannot eat that… I'm human... See…." I showed them my hands… my clawed… scaly hands… Slowly I looked myself over and realized how much I had changed… sliver and black scales covered my body. A long thick tail came from my backside… and I had wings… powerful strong wings! "What the hell was in that brownie?" I asked myself.

I refused to eat anything or any… creature… thing… pig. Hunter came too not long later and spoke with me. He took hold of my arm and begged me to do it. "If not, we don't leave until we eat every damn one of them, and if they get more. You and I aren't going home," he whispered.

"I have to get back. Vince…" I began to say.

"I know… please, Chris… suck it up… Oooohhh. And do it" he moaned. I could tell Hunter was in serious pain, no doubt I'll be having sympathy pains for him soon enough. I did what I was asked… very reluctantly. I ate the single pig thing they had but they brought out three more. I had to force myself to do it. After the creepy men measured us and opened a way back home… or so I thought. I soon found myself in a large office of Titan Towers with Triple H; being the most mobile of the both of us I went to the door. I tried to open it but it wouldn't go. I was about to start a racket until my gut began talking… litterly. Everything shifted within me, as I felt hands and body parts moving and squirming inside my stomach, I was creeped out to see a hand try to come out from my gut only to slowly go back. Then the sloshing of the movement and stomach acid startled me… these things… are still alive! It grew worst when I heard muffled voices.

"Release us dragon! You will not get away with this! The wrath of my people will destroy you! Release us now!" it screamed. I was very, very creeped out since you could tell where the voice was coming from which part of my stomach.

"Uh Hunter… my gut is talking"

His head nodded. "Well aware, mine had told me I was an asshole and demanded freedom" he said with the least bit of shock. "How the hell did you get here?" he asked of me.

"I think a tainted brownie, I still don't know if this is all real or not. You know they stick other stuff in Brownies right?" I asked with a smirk. Hunter lashed his tail at me. "OW!"

"There, you ain't dreaming" he signed.

We were immobile, full, with creepy, screaming gut that moved about making creepy gut sounds and other strange noises. "What's going on Hunter? I'm scared," I said full honestly.

Hunter got himself comfy against the wall as I sat the opposite of him. "Dad wants to try a new business, you know how Kane and the others are making extra cash? They go to realms and do what we're being forced to… yet they get the money. Vince is socking away what we're earning… the realms pay by the pound…" he trailed off as he began to feel sleepy once more.

"Damn… I knew there was something with a catch to that… I've seen John walk around with gold and jewels…" I muttered.

"It gets 'better' Vince said we're being replaced"

"I saw my clone… he had weird glowing eyes…" I paused. "So… that really wasn't you at the arena?"

"Do I look like this at the arena?" Hunter snapped back.

"Good point, that clone of yours is a real asshole," I announced. "Watch mine is going to be no better…"

"Does anyone notice the difference between that and me?" he asked.

"Oh hell yeah, it's so noticeable, your clone is drinking beer!"

"I never touch the stuff!"

"Well… at least we know who we are… I hope the others can tell until we get the hell out of here"

"For now Chris, I think we need to sit back… and try and enjoy this ride" Hunter muttered.

"Thank God there wasn't a dessert"