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Flashbacks- /italics/

Summary: Hunter has a problem. Someone's done the unthinkable and stolen his sledgehammer. Will he find who stole it? Or will he be forced to...*gasp* start using a new weapon?

All eyes were on Cena as they waited for him to explain why he was seen carrying sledgy out of Hunter's locker room. "Well I'm waiting! What's your story John. Why did you steal my hammer!" Hunter shouted angrily.

"I didn't steal it and before you say it, I don't have it now either!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes really! When Ted and Cody saw me, I was "borrowing" your hammer." He said and air quoted.

Hunter stared at him disbelievingly, "What could you possibly have to borrow sledgy for? You don't even use sledgehammers in the ring!"

"Exactly, but you do. When I overheard Legacy talking about all the weird things happening to them because they took your hammer. I had to think about the next time I had a match against you, which was tonight."

"I thought you didn't believe us." Cody said smugly.

"I still don't, but when I saw the whole thing with the cats that night I wasn't taking any chances."

"Look Cena, I'm losing what's left of my patience, so if you don't mind, what the hell did you do with sledgy?!"

John shrugged, "I took him to be uncursed."

"Uncursed?!" Randy echoed. He paused and thought that over. "Damn it guys! Why didn't we think of that?"

"How did you even know you could do that?" Shawn asked.

"I'm glad you asked that question Shawn, and the answer is actually very interesting."

Adam snorted, "Oh great. Here we go again."

John glared at him, "Now It was at the beginning of the show. You and were going over your match with Randy in Legacy's locker room and Shawn, you were talking with Taker about feuding after Wrestlemania. Since both of you were out, you left your locker room open. Which made my job a whole lot easier..."

John looked around the hall before slipping silently into Hunter's locker room, instantly spotting the black hammer shaped case that the game's symbol on it. He picked it up and looked around as if he was expecting something. "I guess the SWAT team must be on lunch break."

He grabbed the replacement case he brought with him and set it on the chair. "Hunter doesn't usually check on sledgy until right before his matches, so I should have plenty of time to bring this thing back unnoticed.

As John backed out of the room, he ran into a wall. A wall that was warm, tall, and most surprising, breathing. He spun around and came face to face with Taker. "Damn it man! You scared the hell out of me. What took you so long?"

"I had to find some way to distract Shawn so he wouldn't come back over here. He wouldn't stop following me." He explained.

"You didn't do anything to him, did you?"

"No, I left him in catering with a three month supply of ice cream." He glance down at his watch. "He should be finished in ten minutes. Give or take a few seconds."

"Great job!" John handed sledgy to Taker. "I don't want anything weird to happen to me, and I know any kind of curse on this thing couldn't possibly have any kind of effect on you."

"You're really weired out by this aren't you?"

"Extremely. That's why I came to you deadman. I love animals and everything, but I don't want to end up like Randy. Imagine sharing a room with him and being kept awake by the constant purring of cats. It drove me crazy! I don't even want to get started on what happened with Ted and Cody."

Taker nodded and walked into his dressing room, "I see your point. Well kid, let's see what we can do. I wasn't the leader of the ministry of darkness for no reason."

John froze when he saw the eerie puffs of black smoke sneaking out from under the door, "Maybe I should just wait out here. You probably work better by yourself anyway. You already have sledgy, soo... I'll just be going." When John turned to leave a strong hand grabbed him and pulled him into the room, the door locking behind him.

"Look! You brought this thing to me and I'm not gonna do anything to it unless you're here too, understand?" John nodded vigorously. "Good. Now let's get started."

"Wait a minute. You mean to tell me, you were so freaked out about what happened to legacy, you took my sledgy to have it uncursed by Taker?"

"Yeah! You have it exactly right."

Hunter turned in shock to the phenom and ran over to him, shaking the bigger man. "Why?! Taker how could you do this to me! I've never used sledgy on you before. How could you harm him like that?"

Taker stopped Hunter's shaking by wrapping a hand around his neck, "Now are you calm Hunter?" He nodded and was dropped to the ground. "I helped him because I heard the rumors too, and since I had a match with Shawn later on tonight, I wanted to make sure that curse couldn't be passed from person to person."

Morrison chuckled, "Come on Taker. Do you really expect us to believe you're afraid of a curse? You're the deadman. You should be making curses."

Taker sent him a glare that sent shivers down his spine, "I know that, but whatever the hell is on that sledgehammer is nothing ordinary. I mean there is something really wrong with that thing!"

"You mean something weird happened to you too?" Randy asked.

"Well...not immediately."

John looked around the room nervously. He didn't know why people got so paranoid when they came into his locker room. It was completely normal, expect for the eerie music, the black candle, and the strange fog of black smoke that covered the whole floor. "So Taker, what exactly are you going to do?"

He dropped sledgy to the floor and grabbed a bottle of water, a cross, and Shawn's bible. "Haven't you ever seen the Exorcist before? It's common sense. The hammer is possessed so we must exorcise it!'

"Are you sure you can do this deadman? I mean don't we need a priest or something."

"Do you know anybody crazy enough to do an exorcism on a sledgehammer?" John shook his head. "Didn't think so. Now stop being scared and sprinkle this on sledgy when I tell you too. He thrust the bottle of water into John's hands.

"Is this real holy water?"

"Well...no. I tried to get some, but when the priest saw me he held his cross in front of him and slammed the door in my face, and people say I'm weird."

"When did you go?"

"Last night after the show. I left straight after my match, but I guess I should have waited until the storm ended because I got completely soaked."

John chuckled, "Figures. Now let's get this started. We don't have much time left before Hunter comes back looking for sledgy!"

"Hmm. So that's where my bible went. I've been looking all over for it." Shawn said.

Randy was rolling around on the bed clutching his sides in laughter, "You guys have got to be kidding! This is weirder than what happened to me!"

John subtly raised his leg and kicked Randy off the bed, "Shut up! I didn't want to end up like you and your sidekicks, so I had to do something. Besides, the exorcism was Taker's idea and it almost got me killed!"

"Do you realize this has nothing to do with what happened to sledgy! Why can't you people understand that!" Hunter shouted angrily.

"Relax already! That little piece of information comes at the end of the story." John explained.

"Well let's get to the end of this thing!"

"Fine." John sighed. "Well the moment I dropped some of the water on sledgy that's when all hell broke loose.'

John was banging on the door frantically, trying to escape the growing cloud of black smoke that was filling up the room. "Taker what did you put on that thing?!"

The deadman was currently swinging a phone book back and forth like a fan to disperse the cloud, but it wasn't working out to well. "Me?! You did it! This is only happened after you drenched the thing in the water. I said sprinkle it John not drop the whole fucking bottle on it! Why isn't that door opening?!

"I don't know! It's like it's locked from the outside or something and it won't budge!"

Taker's fanning did nothing but make the smoke cloud larger and smoke had now drifted up to their necks. "If we get out of this alive, remind me to Tombstone Hunter a few times. That should be payment enough for this."

"Worry about that later. Come help me break this damn door open!"John covered his mouth to keep from breathing in the smoke and used his free hand to keep banging on the door. "Somebody has to hear us! The show isn't over yet!"

Taker pulled John away from the door and got ready to ram it. "Banging on the door isn't working. With our weight we should be able to break it down."

"We got a problem with that plan deadman."

Taker sighed irritably, "What is it now Cena?"

"How the hell can we ram the door if we don't know where the hell it is!"

"Well that does pose a problem." Taker looked through the smoke thoughtfully. "I pulled you straight back from the door, so if we run straight ahead we should hit the door. Ready?"

John nodded, "Ready."

Rey, Punk, and Dave were walking past the room when they heard what sounded like an explosion. Rey stared at the wall for a minute before adjusting his contacts. "Those walls did just shake right? Tell me I wasn't the only one who saw that."

When they heard the sound again Punk answered, "What the hell is going on in there?"

Rey shrugged, "Who knows." He walked over to the door and tried to turn the handle. "Hey guys give me a hand with this. I think it's jammed or something." Punk and Dave grabbed on to the luchador and began to pull him back.

John rubbed his head gently, "Taker I can't do this anymore. I think I cracked my forehead the last time."

"Look John, We can't stay in this smoke much longer or we'll die. We have to get out of here now! Let's try this one more time!" Taker got in position. "One..."

John followed his lead, "Two..."

"Three!" Rey shouted.

As Taker and John charged toward the door Punk, Rey, and Dave managed to open the door, leading the deadman and the chain gang commander to run right out of the room and right into another wall with a trail of black smoke following behind them.

John hit the ground and cradled his head, "Owww! Damn it! That really hurt!" He turned to face the confused superstars. "Oh. Hey guys."

Taker stared at them, "Is there something you three wanted?"

Dave gave them the once over, "What the hell happened to you two? Did you guys lose a fight with a lawn mower?"

"What are you..." John trailed off when he looked down at his clothes. His shirt was virtually gone and his pants were reduced to nothing but shreds. "What the hell did that smoke do to us?!"

Taker wasn't much better off. His hat had a huge hole in it and was currently around his neck. His bots had disappeared up to the ankle and his usual floor length leather coat was now waist length. He glared at John before stomping back into his room and throwing the bag that had sledgy in it at John.

"Take this and get away from me! I never want to see that damn thing again!" He glared at him one last time before going back into his room and slammed the door.

Punk stared at him and chuckled, "What did you do to piss him off like that?"

"You don't even want to know. By the way...Have any of you guys seen Hunter anywhere?" He asked innocently.

"I think he and Shawn are in catering or something, why?" Rey said.

John smiled at him before taking off down the hall, "It's nothing really. I just...have to go talk to him about something. I'll see you guys later."

"...When you guys saw me coming out of Hunter's dressing room I was carrying the empty bag I had placed there until I came back with sledgy." John explained.

"As much as I hate to say it." Hunter began between laughs. "Your story actually made enough sense for me to clear you as a suspect." He sighed. "Well did you at least see anyone near sledgy after you left."

"No. Sorry man. I didn't see anyone, but since I'm done I can't please leave now? There's too much craziness in one room for me." John said as he stood up.

"No! No one is leaving out of this room until I get my hammer back!"

"I think I might be able to help with that." Taker said. "After I came out of my dressing room again. I heard Jeff saying that he was working on a new sculpture and your hammer would look perfect with it."

All eyes turned to the Hardy Boyz and they were instantly surrounded with a very irritated and pissed off Game standing in front of them. Matt and Jeff looked at them, then each other, and finally at Hunter before pointing to each other. "He did it."