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Mr.Kennedy was strolling happily back to the locker room. He had just got out of a meeting with Vince and he was happy. He had told him that he was going to face Batista for the World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania. Kennedy kept his composure the entire time Vince was talking. As soon as he entered the locker room, his eyes fell on Kane with his head in his hands.
"Ugh…" Kennedy heard Kane groan. "My head is killing me."
Kennedy rolled his eyes. "Suck it up, Princess. You're match against Mark Henry is next and he is gunning for you."
Kennedy had a match late tonight against Chris Jericho. Two loudmouths are bound to clash at some point and Jerky was just pissing him off.
Later that night…
"Victory!" Mr. Kennedy said after his match. He had finished Jericho off with his Mic Check. He strutted the rest of the way, passing other superstars as he went. There was somewhat of a roadblock at the end of the hall.
Kennedy tapped the guy in front of him on the shoulder and asked, " What's going on here?"
He turned around to reveal himself as Edge. "I don't know dude. But it totally reeks of suckatude."
Kennedy scoffed and began to push through the crowd. "Make way, coming through. I'm Mistaaaaa Kennnaday! "
People were urging him to stop, but the stubborn man continued to push through. He didn't realised what happened. It went by so quickly, by the last thing that Mr. Kennedy remembers, was a giant sandbag falling from the ceiling and then everything went black.
To be continued…
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