Chapter 4- Unleashing your inner Hell…boy

With the Undertaker…

Taker kept staring at the big ass gun in his hands. Hunter explained to him how it worked as well as the power it packed. "So what's his power really?" Taker asked.

"Basically you are indestructible. Hellboy can take the damage as well as dish it out" Randy explained.

Taker paused as he turned to Orton. "So what the hell is Maxxor?" he asked with a smirk.

Randy rolled his eyes. "My wife said it was a good idea at the time…" he paused as Orton looked sick. "Oh God, that stench!" he hissed.

Edge caught wind of it too. "Dude, it's like someone hasn't showered in years!"

"And that's what you reeked of last year" smirked Hunter as he nudged Orton's arm.

"And now we have to deal with it again" growled Batista. "I don't know about you, but next year I am going as something without a nose"

"Good luck with that" Taker muttered as he cocked the handle of the gun. The hungry noises came closer, they soon rounded the corner… but then more came… and more! They just flowed out of the darkness in every which way! "We're outnumbered man! We got to get the hell out of here!" panicked Edge.

"Stay calm!" Taker ordered. "They smell fear, and why the hell are you worried! You're a vampire!" Taker decided to give the big gun a try. He cocked the hammer and fired. He was startled with the power that came from it, as it took our ten zombies in a single blow. "Sh-t!" he said with an impressed over tone.

"That's nothing! Watch this!" Randy grinned as he stared directly at the zombies, he tried to focus really hard on something… but nothing happened.

"What are you doing? Trying to crap your pants?" smirked Edge.

"Iron balls" Orton growled. The moment he said that did large metal balls come from his eyes and pelted the zombies!

Batista's mouth dropped. "Wow… I wasn't expecting that!"

"Me either. But hell I ain't complaining!" Laughed Triple H. "What is Maxxor anyway? Some sort of anime character?"

"Actually, it's a European monster game to compete against the other anime crap"

"Look we can talk about this later when there aren't as many zombies ok!" Taker growled, "We still need to get a clear path out of here!"

"Uh… Take…" muttered Batista.

"What?"

Dave pointed behind him, the zombies he blew to bits… reformed… and made new zombies! "Aw… crap," he growled. He was quite puzzled at himself, as were the others. "Why the hell did I just say crap?" He tried to swear, yet the Deadman found himself unable to!

"I heard the worst Hellboy says is crap when things don't work out, anyway. We need a backup plan… and fast!" called C.M Punk.

"I can only hope Kane's doing better than we are!" whispered Randy Orton. He used the strange power once more to cast iron balls from his eyes to block the entrance; he was rather pleased with himself until Taker slapped him in the back of the head. "You do realize now if Kane can't get through… you trapped us!" he hissed.

Orton looked to the others who crossed their arms. "It's the thought that counts right?" he asked with a nervous smile.

"Let's find Kane," sighed Edge "OW!" he hissed.

"What?" Everyone demanded

"I just bit my tongue" moaned Edge