Hi, this is just a funny little oneshot I threw together because I was bored. I own nothing and this is about the segment between Taker, Teddy, and the Limousine. Please R&R, thanks:)


Taker, Teddy, and the Limousine

Summary: No, Teddy, you are not forgiven...


Theodore Long approached the sleek, black limousine, surrounded by a looming cloud of security guards. After bidding them farewell, he slid into the back of his limo, confident that he had indeed set things straight with the Undertaker. He had apologized to the Deadman and admitted that the whole thing was a conspiracy. Hell, everything was a conspiracy these days, so why not make Smack down a conspiracy as well?

Teddy ran a hand over his shiny, bald scalp and confidently smiled. Oh yeah, he had the apology in the bag! He had days perfecting it in front of his mirror, and he liked to think he nailed it. "Driver, get me out of here."

When there was no response, he slightly raised his voice. "Driver, get me out of here. I'm ready to go."

His face contorted into a mixture of confusion and fear when the doors suddenly locked. The screen dividing the front from the back of the limousine slowly slid down, revealing a wide-brimmed black hat, dark brownish-black locks and the collar of a black cloakish trench coat, all of which bore a striking resemblance to the Undertaker. The face that glanced into the rearview mirror showed the blank, soul-sucking irises of what Teddy feared to be the Undertaker.

Maybe it's just a costume. A really realistic costume. As the man turned around, Teddy's fears were met. He was in the back of a limo with the Undertaker in the front seat. Jumping back, his face flashed with fear. "Buckle up, Teddy." The Undertaker's coarse and unique voice that was way to personalized that no amount of practicing could perfectly mimick it. As far as anybody was concerned, Teddy Long was a Deadman.

The lights in the limo turned purple and out of nowhere, the Undertaker's creepy organ music wafted into the backseat. Smoke spewed up from under the seats and carpet and Teddy put his feet on the seat. Slapping the windows and kicking the doors, he screamed for someone to help him. It was too late, The Undertaker was slowly peeling out of the parking garage…yep, he was a Deadman…

Off to the side, CM Punk, Matt Hardy, John Morrison and a crutch-balanced Adam Copeland watched the scene take place.

"Well, that was kind of…boring." Adam stated, leaning on his crutches. His hair pulled back by his sunglasses, that balanced precariously at the top of his head.

"Yep." John agreed. "How many kayfabe heart attacks are they gonna make the guy do?"

Adam shrugged. "I don't know, man." He shook his head scornfully,

"Should we have helped him?" Matt asked.

"You know, if you wanted to stay a heel, you probably should've practiced being heartless a little bit more." CM Punk replied.

"Whatever." Matt smacked Punk's arm. "So I guess this means that Taker didn't accept Teddy's apology?"

"Yeah, he should've known though. Once you screw with Taker, you are permanently on his shit list." John stated. Adam and Matt gave him glares. "Well except you guys, but that's only after letting him cool off for a while. Vickie and Teddy just jumped straight into it, and now look where they are."

"Yeah, Vickie's gone and we have no idea where Teddy is. Who knows what the Undertaker's doing to him." CM Punk informed. "We all know he sent Matt to the hospital and Adam to Hell, Vickie to retirement and now Teddy to…wherever it is he's sending Teddy." He sighed. Then Adam sighed. After that, Matt sighed. Finally, John sighed. Punk glared at them. "Why the hell are you guys copying me?"

"For giggles." Matt replied.

A few moments of silence followed before…

"I wonder if I can balance my crutch on my nose…"