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Mr. Kennedy awoke groggily, he barley remember what had happened to cause him such a big of a headache. He sat up from his position on the ground and looked around the place. He found himself being surrounded by odd-looking people. They giggled and tittered as Mr. Kennedy struggled to is feet. He regarded the people and was taken aback by their appearances. One of them covered completed in tattoos with extremely long black hair and a lip ring and over-exaggerated face paint on.

"He has finally awoken!" exclaimed the weirdo. The other two, whatever the things were, were giggling as well. One completely covered in painted that matched with his crazy vibrant coloured hair, which was the colour of a rainbow. The other had brilliant blue eyes and short wild hair. All three were dressed in ridiculous outfits.

Kennedy came out of his stupor. " Who the hell are you guys?" He blurted out.

"We are the jobbers. We were made jobbers by the evil champion of Smackdown!" said the rainbow haired one. "You are in the land of WrestleMania." Kennedy's confusion multiplied as the three jobbers began to laugh again.

"Look," Kennedy began. "I don't know what your smoking but, I have to get back to my hotel and just sleep whatever I have contracted off befo-," Kennedy was cut off by the loud announcement being made by the blue-eyed jobber.

"Yay! It's HBK!"

Kennedy raised an eyebrow as he watched a tiny sparkle turn into a full-grown man. A full-grown man, wearing a pink dress. The jobbers had begun to sing as well. 'I think I'm cute, I know I'm sexy. I got the looks, that drives the girls wild…'

This 'HBK' guy landed and the jobbers jumped for joy. Kennedy eyed him wearily before the man in the dress spoke up.

"And just who might you be?"

Kennedy took a step back and tripped over the big sandbag that must have came with him. His arrogance came back full force as he announced his name.

"Mistaaaa Kennnaday…Kennnaday!" He doesn't know why but he likes it when he repeats his last name. It makes people remember who it was that put them in the hospital.

"Well Mr. Kennedy…Kennedy, I am HBK, the good champion of Raw." He said holding out some sort of belt.

"Oh no!" exclaimed the tattooed jobber. "Look!" Everyone followed the little jobber gaze towards a body the laid sprawled out on the ground. The little jobber turned his attention to Kennedy before saying, " Your sandbag musta killed him! HBK! It's your evil brother Mysterio!" a collection of gasps sounded before HBK went over to check out the body.

"Yepp, it's him," HBK squeaked before continueing. " And he has the silver microphone." Kennedy looked at him confused.

"What's the big deal about a microphone? Dammit! I just want to go home!"

HBK's face lite up before holding the microphone out to Kennedy. "Take it, and if you want to go home, you must travel to Madison Square Garden where the general manger lives! He will help you get home. But whatever you do, do not give up the microphone. In the wrong hands, it's dangerous.

"Well how do I get this Madison Square Garden?"

"All you have to do," HBK said with a smile on his face. "Is follow the turnbuckle road, and you'll fund your way to MSG!"

"Do you have a car it bike or anything? Kennedy asked.

"Nope! Have a happy walk!" HBK said and began to disappear as well as the little jobbers.

Kennedy sighed and said to himself, "This is going to be a long walk.

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