Camping Hooligans

We Have Arrived.

"Mark...you okay?" Shawn asked.

"What's wrong?" Paul asked.

Mark rested his elbows on his knees as he sat and took a breath in before speaking. "I have to tell you guys something," he stated his eyes turned to the patio floor.

"What is it?" Shawn asked, the mood suddenly turning serious. Mark took another breath before looking up at his friends.

6 MONTHS EARLIER:

Mark Calaway, Paul Levesque and Shawn Michaels were in a rental hummer going down the road. Paul was at the wheel, Michaels in the passenger's seat and Mark was sitting behind them. The 3 were on their way to a campsite just outside of San Antonio, Texas for a weekend getaway.

"Can you guys believe this?" Shawn chimed in. "A weekend of camping. No work, no phones, no interruptions. I don't know about you guys, but I'm so psyched."

"I think it will be a lot of fun." Paul said excitedly. "What do you think, Mark?"

"Boy, I'm stoked. Just us 3 guys...and the great outdoors."

They laughed, hooted and hollered before Paul spoke again. "As Ric Flair states... 'WOOOO!"

"WOOOO!" Shawn echoed with a laugh. "Come on, Mark. Give a little 'WOOO!'"

"Yeah, Mark. Come on." Paul chided.

Mark chuckled as he shook his head back and forth. "WOOOO!"

Paul and Shawn high-fived each other. "All right men," Paul said after his ceased. "'WOOO!' on 3. 1...2...3."

"WOOOO!"

The 3 men laughed out loud as they continued going down the road.

"Just think of it, men," Mark began. "A couple of days in nature. No schedules."

"No one telling us what to do," Shawn added.

"No worries," Paul said. "Hakuna Matata."

"What a wonderful phrase." Shawn said with a smirk.

Mark just sat back a rolled his eyes. "Good grief."

Paul looked in the rearview mirror back at Mark. "What's wrong, Charlie Brown?"

"Starting with the Disney movie references early, aren't we, gentlemen?"

"Well, when you have 3 girls going around the house singing 'Hakuna Matata' at the top of their lungs after watching 'The Lion King' 3 times this past week," Paul ended his statement with a shrug of his shoulders. Mark and Shawn looked at each other nodding their heads in agreement.

"But I didn't realize I would be riding in this rental hummer with Timon and Pumbaa in the front seat."

"Well," Shawn began. "If Paul and myself are Timon and Pumbaa, what'll that make you?"

"A monkey's uncle." Mark rolled his eyes again. "See? Now you have me doing it."

Paul and Shawn looked at each other before speaking in unison. "Scar."

Paul turned his eyes back to the road before uttering. "Uh-oh."

"What?" Shawn asked. Just then, an unpleasant odor filled the inside of the hummer. Shawn gave a sniff, then covered his nose with his hand. "PAUL!"

"Sorry," Paul answered while rolling the windows down.

"UGH!" Mark groaned out loud waving a hand in front of his face. "I guess that answers my questiong on which of you is Pumbaa...or should I call you Gasius Maximus."

"I said I was sorry." Just then, Paulu saw a sigh on the side of the road. "Hey guys. Only 2 miles to the campsite."

Paul drove a couple more miles until their reserved campsite came into view. Paul put the hummer in park and the 3 men stepped out to stretch and take in the breathtaking view. The area was wide and well-kept and very clean. Just magnificent. The ment took a moment to take in the view before them.

"We have arrived." Paul announced.

"Wow." was the only thing Mark could say.

"Gentlemen," Shawn said palcing a hand on each of his buddy's shoulders. "This is another memory in the making. Let's enjoy it. Now come on. Let's get our gear."