Chapter 14- Confessions- Randy

Raw… it was time to get these creatures the hell out of our arena! I started off the show, standing in my Scorpion armor. I am the world champion right now, but I am not here as the Orton asshole. "Hunter… Chris… I suggest you get out here right now… and answer me… I know you're not really Triple H and Chris Jericho…" I said aloud.

The two came out, the counterfeit Triple H looked amused. "So… the heir to Scorpion's power challenges the likes of us… We warned you don't mess with us Orton. You will have to pay the price!"

As the two came to the ring, I had Snitsky and Umaga come from behind they took out Jericho and Umaga sat on him for good measures. Snitsky bounded him up. In the distraction, I summoned my harpoon creatures; they coiled around the fake Triple H's arms and legs separately. And began to pull. "Who are you!" I demanded of the clone.

He roared in pain but still managed to say, "I am Triple H!" The creatures pulled harder, his limbs will be ripped from their sockets if he doesn't confess. It screamed a demonic cry of pain, as I pulled harder on it's limb. Drawing him closer to me, I forced the creatures to pull harder. The agony it felt must be torture!

"WHO ARE YOU!" I demanded.

"HUNTER HELMSLEY!" it yelled back.

Harder, and harder I pulled my creatures back, he screamed aloud in utter agony. "Who… are… you?" I asked one last time, this creature knows if he answers wrong… his limbs are gone!

He muttered an answer weakly. "What?" I asked.

"I'm not Triple H"

"Louder!" I ordered.

"I'M NOT TRIPLE H!" it screamed before vanishing into a burst of green fire. My attention turned to the Jericho.

"Who… are you?" I asked of it. Snitsky put a mic to its lips. It muttered incoherently at first, but once my serpent like creatures coiled around his limbs it confessed it wasn't Chris Jericho. I didn't have to torment it! That one too vanished in a burst of green fire… I had hoped if the clones are gone, the real ones return… there was no sign of them. However my actions brought out Vince McMahon.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he demanded of me. "You ruined everything! EVERYTHING!" he growled. "I had a good thing going here…"

"At what price McMahon? Where are the real ones? Where are Triple H and Chris Jericho?" I demanded of him.

There was an evil look in his eye. "Only I know where they are and where they are going… not you… or anyone else here… I alone control them… I alone know what will become of them…"

"Are you even listening to yourself!?"

Vince was off his rocker as he vanished in green smoke… like that sorcerer Kane dealt with… Vince has tapped into Quan Chi's power. I rushed to the locker room where the Undertaker waited for me. "Orton!" he called.

"We got to stop McMahon! We have to stop him!" I called.

Taker was a clam as can be… which really creeped me out! "Randy… a plan is in effect," he whispered to me.

I looked at him oddly. "How?" I asked.

"Matt arranged it. We'll get them back… I promise," he said.

I wasn't sure how fast Matt's plan could be put into action, all that I knew was I hope and pray it works!