Sorry it's been a while. I've been having computer problems with stupid Microsoft Word, so I have been typing at school.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the superstars mentioned.
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The trio trudged forward looking at the weirdoes they passed. They'd seen a yellow teethed freak, two blonde boys fawning over a photo of an anonymous blonde and a little person dancing with a water gun, al at different moments in the forest.
"Shit." They heard someone curse, "Leave me alone!"
Mr. Kennedy sighed as Randy Orton, the heartless heel from before, was being occupied by a small Mexican man and his, what looked like it, body guard.
"But you want nice sparkly necklace!" The Mexican was saying.
Kennedy decided to step in. "I don't think he is interested, buddy."
Randy looked at Kennedy and whispered to him. "If you get me the hell out of here, I'll come with you to MSG. I'd hate to have to punt this guy in the head."
Undertaker and Matt had been watching the encounter before, glancing up at the sky.
"It's getting darker out," Matt said, fear creeping into his voice. " I hate the dark." Matt then proceeded to grab a lock of the Undertakers mane and bury his face in it.
"Do you have to be so touchy-feely all the time?" 'Taker said with a snarl then turned his head to focus back on Kennedy and Orton before saying, "Let's get a move on. It's beginning to get dark out."
Kennedy acknowledged him by a wave of the hand before the Mexican and his 'body guard' skipped off, holding hands.
The sun was setting and it became creepier in the dark. None of them had a flashlight or a lighter, to see their way through the forest. They had agreed to stop before they ran out of energy. In what was light up by the moon, Kennedy was examining the silver microphone he was given.
It was beautiful as the handle was magnificently carved and how it sparkled brightly. He smiled to himself before a growl from his stomach made him remember that he hadn't eaten all day. The rock that he was sitting on wasn't the most comfortable but he sighed and tried to relax the best he can. If only he could tune of the bickering of Matt and Randy, he could get a little shuteye.
It seemed only a few minutes ago that he was dozing off that he hears a giggle. One that kept on coming back no matter what they were doing or where they were.
"What do you want now?" Kennedy yelled causing Undertaker, Randy and Matt to look at him like he was crazy. "He's here again!"
"Who?" Randy asked.
"HBK."
The giggling grew louder and sure enough, HBK appeared.
"I only have a few seconds before Batista comes over for tea. Take this backpack. It's full of sandwiches and flashlights." HBK said, kissing Kennedy on the cheek. "Ciao darlings!"
The our of them devoured the sandwiches and light a fire before the four dozed off to a fitful sleep. A golden eye sparkled from within a bush, waiting for the group to make their next move.
"I'll show 'em who's tough." He whispered returning his gaze on the quartet.
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Oh no! Who is it? Care to take a guess? Reviews are nice!