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"This match is going to go down in the books," Hamm commented as he seated himself on Bonnie's sofa, only to be joined by Mr Potato-head and Chuckles.

"Who's the match between?" Chuckles asked.

"The Undertaker and Vince McMahon," Hamm answered, causing Mr Potato-head's jaw to drop.

"Didn't he challenge Donald Trump to a match at Wrestle mania? But they had a wrestler repersent them since they were too wimpy to fight themselves?"

"Yep," Hamm answered.

"And didn't Vince manage to lose, which meant he had his head shaved?"

"Yeah," Hamm answered. "How do you know about this? Since Bonnie must've been about three when it took place."

"Uh...Mark used to be a die-hard wrestling fan," Chuckles stated. "And he'd always have Bonnie sitting on his lap with us toys, when watching it."

"Oh," Hamm murmured.

The sound of a bell rung from the TV Set and they turned their attention to the screen, just as The Undertaker threw his fist to McMahon's jaw, causing the old man to double over backwards.

"Aw!" They yelled in unison as their faces cringed.

"Yes!" Chuckles yelled victoriously. "Beat his butt Taker!"

"Wait?" Mr Potato-head suddenly asked. "Why is Taker playing McMahon?"

"Oh, he really peed the boss off, so McMahon challenged him to a career ending match," Hamm began. "Literally, if Taker loses this he will be fired."

"Aww," Chuckles murmured in a somewhat sad manner. "I really wanted him to say his famous catch phrase again. But I also want Taker to unleash a can of whip-ass!"

Hamm and Mr Potato-head then stared at Chuckles oddly.

That was unexpected.

"You want who to unleash a can of whip-ass?" A new voice began. They looked to their left, only to see Woody approaching before they chuckled.

Now hearing Woody say it was just plain hilarious.

"The Undertaker," Chuckles answered. "We're watching WWE wrestling."

"Huh," Woody murmured. "Ain't watched this in a while."

Hamm stared at Woody in disbelief.

"You watching WWE?" Hamm asked.

"Yeah," Woody began. "When Andy's d-dad was still alive."

Woody had to pause himself for a moment, in attempt to block out memory of Andy's dad. But after a few moments he shook his head and put on a smile.

"The Undertaker's still there?" Woody asked. "Wait? Why is everyone cheering him on?"

"Uh, he's a good guy now," Hamm pointed out.

"Oh," Woody began. "Well in that case, I'll join you in watching it."

They continued to watch for a few minutes as The Undertaker completely dominated the ring, with Vince occasionally reversing the odd move, but with The Undertaker's surprisingly quick agility for his size, he was able to bounce right back onto his feet.

"Woody?" Buzz called, searching for the Sheriff. He eventually found the Sheriff on the sofa. "Shouldn't we prepare for the weekly meeting tomorrow?"

"Nah Buzz," Woody said, causing Buzz's eyebrows to rise. "That's tomorrow. But for now come and watch The Undertaker beat up Vince McMahon."

"But..." Buzz began before trailing off; he saw no win to this. "Fine."

He was willing to watch it, even though he had no idea who they were talking about.

"So who's The Undertaker?" Buzz asked Woody.

"The big one,"

Buzz nodded.

Hamm gasped as The Undertaker began to climb onto the top corner. Everyone was sitting on the edge of their seat as they braced themselves for The Undertaker's pile driver.

When Buzz looked at Woody, he saw that the Sheriff was gaping at the screen expectantly with sparking eyes; looking just like a four-year-old staring at a new kind of sweets, just bulging with sugar.

Buzz turned his attention back to the screen and looked just in time to see the large man jump off the top rope.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! He's jumping off the top rope!" The commenter exclaimed before quickly announcing. "Don't go anywhere, we're just skipping to a commercial."

And then, before they could see The Undertaker jump on McMahon, they cut to the adverts, which only caused Woody's jaw to drop.

"No! No! No! No! No!" Woody exclaimed as he leaped off the sofa. "They couldn't have. They cut it off!"

He climbed onto the TV stand and rushed to the TV screen before plaing both of his hands on it and rocking forwards and backwards vigorously, as if he were trying to throttle the screen.

"No!" Woody exclaimed again. "We missed it! How could they?"

The others had to contain their giggles.

Talk about over-obsessed.

After a few moments Woody realized he was making a scene of himself, so he cleared his throat and straightened his posture. "I mean...what a disappointment."

"Just sit down Woody."

"Oh come on," Woody commented and he watched The Undertaker perform a chokeslam as the crowd erupted in chants and sheers.. "They make it seem like he's managed to carry the world with that."

Hamm let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, and you think you can perform it so easily?"

"Yes, it's easy," Woody said before he flexed his arm muscles, to show off the buff in his arm where Andy had added extra stuffing when he had his arm fixed. Everyone else just rolled their eyes. "Y'see? I'm dead strong."

"And yet you can barely pick up a bottle cap?" Mr Potato-head commented.

"I so can,"

"Okay then," Said Mr Potato-head as he opened his back compartment, before throwing Woody a bottle cap. "Pick that up."

"Uh...you just carry a bottle cap around everywhere you go?" Woody asked with a slight frown.

"No," The spud answered. "That was just Bonnie using me as a rubbish disposer last night."

Woody stared at the bottle cap with a dumb founded expression.

"Well pick it up then," Mr Potato-head told him.

"Why?"

"You said you could."

Woody rolled his eyes, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it if he didn't.

Woody lowered down and wrapped his hands on either side of the bottle cap.

"See?"

Woody was about to lift it up as proof to Mr Potato-head, when it slipped from his hands.

"What?" Woody asked slowly. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Sure it wasn't."

Woody tried again, but this time he scratched his hand on the rigged rim of the cap.

"Ow!" Woody complained. "That hurt."

Woody tried to pick it up again, but his hand jerked as he let out a short cry and the cap flew half way across the room.

"That didn't mean to happen either," Woody quickly muttered looking flabbergasted.

"Besides my point," Mr Potato-head commented, feeling proud of himself. "But I bet you that I could perform that move."

"Yeah," Hamm remarked. "If you're chest doesn't get in the way of your stubby arms."

Mr Potato-head folded his arms across his chest and glared at Hamm. "Did you just call me fat?"

"If you imply it then yes,"

That was when an idea occurred to Potato-head.

"How about we have a wrestling competition to see who's the best?" He asked. "With all the guys?"

"Okay,"

It was when they gathered all of the participating guys up, when they realized that they were an odd number out.

Mr Potato-head, Buttercup, Mr Pricklepants, Bullseye, Chuckles, Slinky, Hamm, Rex (in hope to impress Trixie), Buzz, Woody and Totoro who were playing. Mrs Potato-head wouldn't allow the peas or the aliens to play, so they were left with an odd number of players.

Buttercup was against Bullseye; Mr Pricklepants was against Chuckles; Mr Potato-head was against Rex; Slinky was against Hamm and Buzz was against Totoro.

So that left Woody as the odd one out.

And guess who the only willing toy was?

Woody ended up having a match scheduled against Jessie.

Boy was he going to regret this.

A/N I really can't wait to write the next one! I'm getting all excited about it!

I haven't actually watched WWE in years, even though it's fake, but I do remember watching Wrestlemania 23 and boy did I laugh when Vince Mcmahon had his head shaved!

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