Disclaimer: I do not own any of the superstars mentioned.
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Kennedy was extremely tired. Even though he had only been walking for ten minutes, his legs still hurt.
"Dammit!" Kennedy heard a voice yell. His head whipped around to see a black horse wearing purple gloves and a large black hat.
"Okay? A talking horse." Kennedy said not believing what he saw. The horse looked at him, it's pupils rolled to the back of its head, before somewhat snarling.
"Do you know how hard it is to open a can of yams? With hooves? I wasn't always a horse you know. The evil champion of Smackdown made me this way." The horse clopped over beside Kennedy before continuing. " It was after one of his minions picked a fight with me, in the long run, losing. He was so bitter that he took the belt from the champion Batista and framed me for stealing it! I'll get that Miz one day! As soon as I figure out how to change myself back, I'll tombstone that bastard!"
Kennedy nodded sympathetically at the horse. "So, do you have a name?" Kennedy asked.
"I go by many names; deadman, phenom but I insist on being called the Undertaker."
'Pretty,' Kennedy thought. "I'm Mistaaaa Kennnaday…Kennnaday"
"I have just one question though," Undertaker began. " Why are you in your underwear?"
Kennedy glanced down to see himself in his boxers, only to hear a giggle and the re-appearance of HBK.
"Sorry," HBK said patting Kennedy on the head. " I just had to rib you! Tehe." He disappeared again, this time leaving a lie of clothes for Kennedy. As soon as he got dressed, he had a brilliant idea.
"Hey Undertaker, why don't you come with me to Madison Square Garden to talk to the General Manager to see if he can change you back into your old self."
Undertaker nodded and the duo made their way down turnbuckle road.
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It was only a short while before Kennedy sees a man up ahead sitting on a broken down stump. He had curly black hair and a cute little upturned nose. The two made their way over to the man.
"Hey," Kennedy said acknowledging the man. His eyes became fixed on Kennedy.
"You talking to me?" He asked dumbly.
"Noooo…" Kennedy voice dripped of sarcasm and he once again turned his focus on the man on the stump. Kennedy sighed and held out his hand.
"Mistaaaa Kennnaday…Kennnaday. And you are…?"
The man stared at the hand before saying, " Huh?" Undertaker and Kennedy looked at each other and sighed. The man shook his head slightly before stated his name.
"Matt Hardy. Sorry, I'm bad with it comes talking with head that sense make."
" Did that sounds as bad as I thought?" Undertaker said to Kennedy.
"Too many concussions, made me lose my brains, that's why I don't got none." Matt said. "Why are you with a talking horse?"
"Long story but if you want to come with us to see the general manager of MSG, maybe he can get you some brains." Matt happily nodded and agreed to accompany them.
The duo became a trio as they continued down turnbuckle road.
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I'm on a roll today... Two chapters in one day! Reviews are nice!