Chapter 12- Finding the real ones- Randy.

I had known the fakes were not really Hunter or Jericho. I spoke to the dragons earlier today, teleporting to the arena; they were sitting down and having a drink before the show. Odd thing was, Kane wasn't here and his Mrs. looked worried sick "He should have been back by now! Where is he!" she cried.

"Mom… Dad's ok, he can take care of himself. You know he can," said Kratos, but he too was worried. I cleared my voice to make my presence notice. Taker waved me in.

"Any word?" he asked.

"Not one, but that cannot be Jericho and Hunter in the locker room, I know it isn't" I said aloud.

"Did you look in their eyes yet?" Shao Kahn asked. "You can see what they really are by their eyes alone"

"I just know it's not them!" I snapped to him. "I'm angry that it's not. But who the hell is replacing them is also pissing me off!"

"Dark Souls can do that" Kahn said as he drank his coffee.

Taker took it from his hands and put it out. "Dark Souls… you telling me we got Dark souls wondering about here?"

"Of course, clones like that don't just grow on trees. I got no doubt they are dark souls." He said as he tried to get his coffee back from the Undertaker.

"Why the hell didn't you tell us before!"

"I told McMahon, I assume he told you…"

"YOU TOLD VINCE!" We all yelled aloud. "What the f—k were you thinking!" Taker instantly got a slap to the back of his head by Mrs. Kane for the swearing.

"I told him he needed to be careful, especially with Quan Chi's medallion… you know the icon on his armor he wore, that boosted his power and can give anyone power too, like teleportation and what not. It's not like he's going to use it…"

"YOU TOLD HIM THAT TOO!" demanded Kevin Thorn.

"What? I was drunk at the time! I tend to let stuff slip out. No big deal, he doesn't know how to use it"

"He does because he has two dark souls posing as Jericho and Hunter… which means… He wouldn't… not to his own son in law" I said.

"Kane gave him a pearl, we haven't seen the real Triple H since… But how did he get another if he did the same to Jericho?" asked Punk.

"I gave him one," said Creed. "He needed it to pay the man with the big snow mittens"

"Snow mittens? Boy those are boxing gloves!" Taker scolded. Creed and his brothers haven't been introduced to that sport yet.

"Mayweather" I whispered, so Vince had two pearls, and we have two missing superstars. "How do we stop the clones?" I asked.

Khan told of two ways. "He creator has to call them back, or you make them confess. That involves tormenting and making them feel pain. Once they confess they lose their form and vanish"

I nodded my head, quickly I teleported back to the arena. I was caught off guard, someone grabbed me and forced me hard against the wall by the throat… it was Hunter and Jericho! "Listen mortal… we have a good thing going here, and we know you went blabbing your little mouth to the dragons. Let me tell you this, you rat us out. You will suffer an unimaginable end… got it?" 'Hunter' asked.

All the while, Jericho was choking me with one hand around my neck; I could only nod before they allowed me to breath again. Once they walked off, I was helped off the floor. Snitsky stood before me. "I don't know about you, but I think it's time we got ride of those freaks," he said.

I fully agreed. We have to end this and get Hunter and Jericho back. Question is, how?

(Author's note, I don't know why at the top of the pages it says Hunter Potter and the Order of the Ministry… I will be looking into it)