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"Jeeesussss Christ!" yelled Randy Orton as he kicked the rental car. "This is just sooo fucking precious!"
It isn't necessary for you to blame the savior."
"Ted, I'm not in the mood for your pious pretentiousness at this juncture!"
"Ooh such big words. I get it. You passed preschool."
Randy was really pissed. He took a step towards Dibiase, but Cody placed himself between the two of them. "Stop this crap right now. You are both acting like teenage girls with PMS.
"I'm gonna try to start this stupid Cruiser again." growled Ted as he stomped towards the driver's side door.
Randy busied himself with trying his cell phone for the millionth time. No dice. He shoved it back in his jeans pocket and spat on the ground for the hell of it. He looked over at Cody who was attempting to get a signal on his phone. Cody shook his head at Randy and put his phone away.
"Fuuuuckinggg great!"
"Randy, stop your tantrum. We can still try Ted's phone." Cody, in all honesty, didn't really have high hopes for that plan either.
The two wrestlers trudged over to the red vehicle. They borrowed Dibiase's Droid phone while he continued to try the ignition. His cell did not work either. Strike three.
"Well this thing isn't starting." said Ted practically whining. He stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut with all of his might.
"Temper, temper." wheedled Randy. Ted flashed him a hateful look.
Cody rolled his eyes and started walking down the deserted dirt road that they had gotten themselves lost on. "Care to join me in finding someone who can help us, or are you guys just gonna stay and throw fits? called The Dashing One over his shoulder.
Randy sighed and looked at Ted. "Come on." The two of them caught up with their buddy. His plan seemed to be their only option at this point.
"Well." thought Cody. This is what we get for daring to think we could go out for some fun after work."
The trio had finished matches in Boston that night. Since they had several days off afterwards, they had decided to rent a car and drive to an "off the beaten path" nightclub that they had heard was awesome. It was better than a boring night at the hotel moping about missing their wives, or in Cody's case, girlfriend. Disappointingly, the built in GPS system had stopped working, and they ended up lost in a remote area of Massachusetts. To make matters worse, the car had died in the middle of nowhere.
Cody's thoughts were interrupted when Ted said, "Look over there."
Cody and Randy looked in the direction their friend was pointing. They saw a ratty looking sign that read, Kingsport 2 miles.
"Ok, so we'll head to Kingsport. Maybe we can get someone to tow the Cruiser, and direct us to a phone." Randy hoped aloud.
The three young wrestlers walked the two miles into the creepiest looking village any of them had ever seen.