A/N: Just so no one gets confused, I've decided to include Shawn Michaels, Chris Irvine [Jericho], Glenn Jacobs [Kane], Mark Calaway [Undertaker], Randy Orton, and John Cena into this story. I own no one.
"Are we there yet?"
That dreaded question, that one question was one that could drive anyone up the wall. This time though, it was driving a car filled with WWE superstars up the wall.
"Shawn will you please shut up!" demanded Chris from the passenger seat, groaning faintly shortly after.
"Yeah, isn't it bad enough that we have to go to the middle of nowhere, we don't need you whining too," commented John Cena from his seat behind Shawn, laying his head against the window. They were only a few hours into the drive, and Shawn had already complained five times about the drive. They were all ready to just gag Shawn and stick him in the trunk but they couldn't without the chance of getting into trouble.
"I was only asking a question," said Shawn softly, looking out the window again from his spot next to Mark. Mark glanced over at him before looking back out the front window, deciding for now to simply ignore him. Unfortunately with Shawn that wasn't an easy task to do. It wasn't even five minutes later that Shawn was once again, jumping around in his seat. Mark groaned heavily and looked over at Shawn again, watching him dig around in a bag at his feet. He watched curiously as the other man pulled out a music player and stuck the headphones into his ears, starting his music.
At first, they all thought they were going to get some silence finally, but they were dead wrong. Shawn started singing to his own entrance song loudly, and completely off-key. The singing jolted Cena out of his sleep, and almost made Randy, who was driving, run into another car from the shocking surprise of hearing Shawn singing. Mark groaned loudly and leaned more towards Glenn, trying to get away from Shawn but having no such luck.
"Make him stop!" shrieked Chris from the front, covering his ears and glaring back at Shawn. John leaned forward and wrapped his hand around Shawn's face, covering his mouth. He jumped back though when he felt something wet touch his hand.
"Ew! He licked me!" shouted John, frantically rubbing his hand against his jeans before glaring at the back of Shawn's head. Glenn reached around Mark and grabbed the music player, yanking at it hard. The head phones pulled out of it, and he took it to his side, stuffing it into the pocket on the back of Chris' seat.
"Hey! I was listening to that!" shouted Shawn, trying to climb over Mark to get his music player back. Mark shoved Shawn back to his side of the car, glaring at him. Shawn hit his head slightly on the window, frowning up at Mark. "Ow, you made me hit my head, now I got a boo boo, kiss it!"
Mark stared at him, shocked that Shawn would even ask him that. He shoved Shawn back some again, looking around the car. "Do we have any duct tape?" he questioned the rest of the passengers, frantically searching for something to shut Shawn up with. A few of the others looked around too, wanting to finally quiet Shawn but alas they found nothing. Thankfully though, Shawn gave up on asking for his kiss and went back to looking out the window silently. The others settled themselves into their seats, falling asleep after a moment or two. The only ones remaining awake being Randy and Shawn.
"Why are we stopping?" asked Shawn as they pulled off to the side of the road. He looked forward towards Randy, curiosity burning in his eyes.
"I've been driving for three straight hours, it's someone else's turn," answered Randy, shaking Chris awake. Chris awoke with a few mumbles, and looked over at Randy. "Your turn to drive Chris," he commented, climbing out the driver side door. Chris grumbled softly but changed seats with Randy and started driving once more.
"Can I drive next?" asked Shawn suddenly, bouncing slightly in his seat. Chris glanced back at him in the rearview mirror, and Randy looked back at him.
"No" stated both of them at the same time. Shawn frowned and continued to bounce up and down in his seat, smacking his feet on the floor.
"But I want to drive!" he said loudly, waking the others. Mark glared at Shawn, reaching his hand out to try and strangle Shawn, but Glenn stopped him in time.
"Why is he upset now?" questioned John from the back, rubbing his eyes.
"He wants to drive and we said no," responded Chris, keeping his gaze on the road. The others looked at each other before looking at Shawn.
"Sorry Shawn, but we'd prefer it if you didn't drive. Besides, we shouldn't be that much further," stated Glenn, looking out the window. The others did as well, spotting the cabin in the distance. "See I was right, that's the cabin up there," he said, pointing out the window. The cabin was surrounded by a thick layer of snow, but they were able to pull up to the front of it. They climbed out of the car carefully, sore from being in the car so long.
Shawn bolted up to the front door and began tugging on the door handle, trying to force the door open but it wouldn't open. John sighed and walked over to him, pulling a key out of his pocket. He unlocked the door and watched as Shawn dashed in. He and the others followed him, eager to get out of the cold.
The cabin was small with a living room and kitchen making up the bottom floor with a staircase leading up to the next floor. They spread out through the cabin with Shawn heading upstairs, bouncing up the stairs as he walked. Silence filled the house until Shawn came bouncing down the stairs again.
"Hey guys! There are bedrooms up here with our names on them!" he said as he dashed back up the stairs. The others joined him upstairs, curious who they would be rooming with. Shawn stood outside of his own room, grinning at the others. "This is my room!" he said, opening the door and walking in. The others slowly walked over to the door, staring at the names on the door.
"Aw man, why do I have to room with him?!" asked Chris loudly, looking back at the others. They shrugged before looking for their own rooms. Mark and Glenn were lucky to be in a room together but weren't lucky since they had the room next to Shawn's. Randy and John got the room across the hall and next to the bathroom.
"So what are we suppose to do now?" asked John after they regrouped downstairs after putting their things away in their rooms.
"Well, we're here for a photo shoot obviously, but I haven't seen any camera men," responded Mark, looking around the living room from his spot on the couch. The others nodded in agreement, looking around as well. The cabin fell silent for a while until Chris' phone started ringing. He answered it, listening to the other person before shouting loud profanities and hanging up the phone. The others looked at him, curious what had happened.
"The photo shoot isn't happening. The camera men can't get here due to the incoming storm and the roads are all blocked so we can't drive out of here!" he said, throwing himself down into one of the chairs. The others looked at him, shocked by the news. Now what were they going to do? They sat quietly in their thoughts until a voice pulled their attention to him.
"I'm hungry!" shouted Shawn, running out of the room and into the kitchen. The others groaned, wanting more than anything that they weren't trapped in a cabin with Shawn. Nothing, they thought, could possibly be worse.