Scooby-Doo! WrestleMania Mystery Page #5

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can only increase Kane's fury.

Ohh!

Miss Richards, you have to open the

safe and check the championship belt!

Are you crazy? Look,

I checked the entire stadium

for your electro-whatumacalit.

It's not here!

It's right there.

Impossible.

If only I had a magnet

to prove it.

Wow! Where did you get that?

Luchadores... always

ready for anything.

Ok. Miss Richards,

this magnet will prove

that your championship belt

isn't gold.

Because if it sticks...

Then it's made of iron

and it's a fake.

Caught in the clenches of Kane,

the newcomers are done for.

Whoa!

The bounce out of the ring

offers skinny man and dead meat

a chance for escape...

but look at this!

Kane has just taken

the match under the ring.

It's bedlam down below!

- Huh?!

- Ahh!

Not again!

Somebody get me another desk

out here, please.

Ha ha!

Jinkies! The EMP

is about to go off.

We'll never get it

far enough away.

The arena power generator

is right below us.

I've got to warn everyone.

I have an idea.

Hold this and let go when I say.

Right... Ok.

Now!

Eeh!

That wasn't supposed to happen.

Huh? Whoa!

Huh? What's going on?

What happened?

What happened to the TV?!

Oh, man, this is awful!

Who turned out the lights?

Ok, guys, it's here.

The fans are starting to panic.

Plan B. Here we go.

Whoo-hoo! Nice throw!

We can see!

Let there be light!

Funkadelic.

Part of the show?

That was just part

of the show! I was worried.

- I'm fine now.

- I'm ok!

Scooby! You can do it.

You know all the right moves.

- I do?

- Yeah!

From the video game.

I trust the massive power

of your superstar-tastic

dance moves.

Just pretend you're playing

the video game.

I can do this.

I can do this!

That a boy, scoob!

Huh?!

Whoa!

Ghost bear sighted.

Good. He's here.

Just like we thought he'd be.

The lights are starting to go.

Don't worry... Fred's on it.

Triple H.

Ok, guys,

hit the generators.

Huh?

After a mysterious blackout,

we're somehow back on the air.

Hey! Dead meat's not dead yet.

Wow, look at that doggy move.

Go, dead meat!

Freddy, go!

Plan C.

Hey, smokey!

Where's the fire?

Prepare to face the wrath

of the bone bender!

Is that a bear?!

Like, zoinks!

Is that ruben?

Ruben, no!

Whoa-oh-oh!

Ohhh!

I don't believe it, folks.

Kane has been flattened,

and a new competitor has entered the ring.

But wait! Someone

has activated the cage.

Sin Cara and John cena

are leaping into the ring.

It's a cage match!

Like, we're all doomed!

Don't worry, shaggy.

I'll protect you.

The mysterious new competitor

attacks the bear from behind,

creating a distraction

for cena to make a move.

But this powerful creature

turns the tables on them both.

Now sin Cara stands alone.

The fearless luchador attacks.

He glides around the bear

like lightning.

The bear

can't even touch sin Cara.

Ladies and gentlemen, I haven't seen

moves like this in the ring before.

Sin Cara delivers

a stunning blow to the bear

while John cena

recovers on the mat.

He's going after the bear.

Cena is lifting the bear

over his head.

And the bear is down.

- Yeah!

- Yay!

Yes!

What's that, bear, what's that?

You can't see me!

Ladies and gentlemen,

here it is.

Cena's vintage

five knuckle shuffle.

It's lights out

for this big, bad bear.

This match is over.

Yay! Yay!

Cena and sin Cara

going for a tandem pin.

Impossible!

Huh?

Ooh-hoo-hoo!

Scooby-Doo, where are you?!

This looks bad for skinny man.

But wait,

what is dead meat up to?

Dead meat has revived Kane.

The big, red monster has risen.

Never before have we seen

a stand-off like this.

It's monster vs. Monster

inside the cage at WrestleMania.

Who will survive

this supernatural match-up?

Who will be victorious

in this paranormal pandemonium?

Kane drives the bear back

with a stunning blow.

The bear hits the mat.

Kane pins down its leg.

A new competitor,

John cena and sin Cara

pile onto the powerful creature,

but they can

barely hold it down.

Scooby-Doo, it's up to you!

Only dead meat can tip

the balance now.

Can he do it?

Can dead meat save the day?

Scooby Doobie Doo!

Dead meat just delivered

a gut-wrenching belly bomb

and flattened the ring

and exploded the cage!

The dust is clearing now.

The bear is out cold.

Dead meat wins it!

Whoo!

Dead meat!

That bear is toast!

You ok, Velm?

This... Is... Awesome!

Whoo-hoo!

Now let's see

who this ghost bear really is.

- Cookie?!

- Cookie?!

- Cookie?!

- Uncle cookie!

Why?

WWE is your life.

WWE was his life,

but sadly, your Uncle cookie

never got the glory...

And his injury

put him out of the spotlight.

Permanently.

He started to truly resent WWE

because he knew he could

never be the champion

he always dreamed of being.

That resentment grew into

hatred over the years,

as he trained others to be

what he could not.

That's when he developed

his plan for revenge.

But that wouldn't be enough.

He needed a pawn to steal

the championship belt.

That's when he devised the idea

of hacking into a video game

and placing post-hypnotic

suggestions into it.

That game would become

part of a contest,

which cookie set up with fake

emails he sent throughout WWE.

That's why he used the bear to

attack your video game studio.

To cover his tracks.

The contest assured

that only the most skilled pawn

would arrive at WWE city

to aid in the theft.

Cookie then used flashing lights to activate

Scooby's post-hypnotic programming.

When cookie identified the belt in

Scooby's bed as the championship belt,

he was lying.

He'd already switched them.

With Scooby taking the blame,

cookie was free to carry out

his ultimate plan.

Which was to turn out the lights,

and with the help of the bear,

create so much

panic and injury...

That WrestleMania

would be completely ruined

and WWE would never recover.

But thanks to Fred here,

we got the lights back on pretty quick.

Good work!

Ah, um, thanks.

And the real championship

belt, where is it now?

Elementary,

my dear Mr. McMahon.

Cookie's wearing it.

Sorry, cookie.

But the championship belt isn't

for cheaters, it's for champions.

Good call,

hiring these kids, sir.

I thought they might

come in handy.

Just get cookie out of here!

Yes, sir, will do, sir, you bet.

A championship belt was the

icing on the cake, Mr. McMahon.

Cookie could live off its golden

jewels for the rest of his life.

Boo!

And I would have

gotten away with it, too,

if it weren't

for you meddling kids

and your giant, crazy dog!

I guess after what

my Uncle's done,

you won't be wanting me

around anymore.

- Not so, Ruby.

- You're one of us now.

You got the funk, son!

That's right, ruben. You've shown

a superstar spirit in the ring,

and at the computer.

You've earned a place with us

in whatever you want to do.

The choice is yours.

Thanks, Mr. McMahon.

Now that we have

the real championship belt,

it needs to be awarded

to true champions.

And after what I've seen

tonight, they're right here.

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