After a few weeks of preparing for the big move, it still hadn't sunk into everyone's minds just what they were embarking on; they were to be living in the Stanford offices with their work colleagues, the vast majority of whom many couldn't stand!

Sighing, Shawn Michaels took his youngest child by her hand, struggling to contain her nerves. "It's ok sweetheart, you'll see, we'll be alright."

"I wanna go home!" she sniffed, her eyes welling up with tears once again. "Mr. Flopsy is still there!" she whimpered, her daddy holding her tightly in his arms.

"I know but we couldn't bring him with us. He's gone to a much better place - bunny heaven!" Shawn attempted to cheer in his Christian manner, referring to their pet black and white rabbit who had passed away a few days ago.

"I-I wish I was with him!" Cheyenne cried, her face turning red with a mixture of anger and guilt that only a child could express with such innocence.

"Oh, darling, please we'll be fine, we'll get settled in here. Besides, we haven't sold our house yet so we can go back and visit Mr. Flopsy whenever we are back home for Raw." Shawn sympathised.

"Really?" she asked, her huge, blue eyes with a little more sparkle.

"Of course." he nodded, kissing his so far only daughter on the forehead with pride.

"Hey, Dad, look, it's Uncle Paul!" his son, Cameron, chimed in, tugging on his Father's jacket sleeve.

"So it is." the Icon's wife, Rebecca, caught up with her family, carrying a few essential supplies in her hands.

The two DX members, both clutching their baby girls smiled at each other in the same way; a proud, Fatherly fashion in their expression.

"Hey man." Hunter was the first to speak, reciting one of his famous catch phrases. "Are you ready?"

"No." the Showstoppa' sighed. Just thinking of all of the years of hard work he had put into providing that lavish yet well earnt house for his family, wasted. Yes, he had earnt a lot of money over the years but realised that for a good, happy retirement he needed all of the money he could possibly get. After all, he still needed to pay the bills like everyone else. His best friend realised that too.

"Yeah but - and this is the only time I will ever, ever agree with Coachman; it is a necessary evil. Steph told me about it and we are in at the deep end."

"Her and Vince are talking again?" Shawn asked, shocked after the events that occurred on Christmas Day.

"Oh yeah - just." the Game responded, opening the door for his wife and partner in crimes family.

"Well, too late to turn back now." Shawn mumbled, trying to stay as optimistic as possible, for the sake of his family.

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Once arriving at the building, everyone had agreed to meet in the foyer as it had a much bigger area for everyone and their luggage.

Plonking his what seemed like his millionth bag of luggage down on the floor, Randy Orton could feel the eyes of a certain Mr. Cool burn through him.

"What?" he snapped, hating being starred at by anyone but the ladies.

"That's a bit over excessive, don't you think?" Carlito questioned, tossing a shiny, red apple up and down from palm to palm, glacing at the many bags before him.

"No more excessive that eating fifty apples a day!" the Legend Killer shot back.

Carlito sneered. "At least I get my five a day." he winked, Orton's nostrils flaring.

In the mind of the third generation superstar, sanity was about to be re-stored when his tag team partner, Edge, strolled into the room, holding all four of his suitcases clumsily in his arms.

"Thank God you're here." Randy muttered. "Curly locks and the three glares over their is giving me the creeps!"

Edge nodded, noting his mates frustration. "Actually, yeah Sideshow Bob, get your ass away from us, we need to discuss tactics of how to survive these times of torture with morons like you."

"I'm not a mirror." Carlito wise cracked, chuckling to himself as he walked away to find some other people or at least some who would be polite to him.

"This is ridiculous." Matt Hardy spoke up, dumping his bags in the middle of the floor, turning to face his brother. "I wanna go back to Carolina. Now. This is gonna suck ass."

"I know man. I know." Jeff frowned, his hands firmly on his hips.

Before anyone could say anymore, a large giant of a man stumbled into the room, accompanied by his manager. And translator.

"I hope we don't get stuck in a room with that peasant." King Booker commented to his wife, Sharmell.

She snarled. "Baby, if he got in the room, they'd be no way he'd ever get out!"

"Good point, my Queen." the five time WCW Champion nodded, puckering up.

"Save that for later." a deep voice called from behind them.

"Yeah, we'll buy the video if we're interested!" WWE Champ, John Cena agreed with Smackdown's ruler, Batista.

"If we get stuck in a room with either of them, I swear they'll be hell to pay." Booker growled, his eyes narrowing.

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Everyone was stood around, chatting amongst themselves and their families, trying to keep the situation as 'normal' as possible (if their is such a thing in the life of a WWE worker). All of a sudden, 'No Chance In Hell!' struck up over the tanoy system, everyone glancing around until they saw the figure of their boss, Mr. McMahon.

He usually implication of arrogance had been replaced with an almost bewildered, frail look. He was hardly recognisable. In simple terms, he knew this was to be a disaster and had little to no other options available, other than making the wrestlers work for free. He knew in his heart of hearts that - no matter how much any of them loved their jobs - that that scenario would never, ever occur.

Standing before the men and women of Raw, Smackdown and ECW, Vince sighed heavily, his hands plunging deeper and deeper into his Armani suit trouser pockets. "Thank you all for getting here on time." he acknowledge, many of the roster peering at their watches; they were nearly all half an hour late due to flight and taxi problems.

"As you all know, this is the last thing I would ever want to do, force you out of your loving, warm family homes but I have little to no other options." he moped, his head dropping.

"Is that sincerity I see on his face?" Chris Master's mumbled, sending Kelly Kelly into fits of laughter.

"Anyway, as I was about to get onto," Vince continued, still hating being interrupted. "Drastic times call for drastic measures. In a few moments, I shall be telling you who you shall be sharing a room with and where your living accommodation is situated." he cleared his throat, the Coach handing him his files.

"You mean, we don't even have the right to choose who we can stay in a room with?" Rob Van Dam released his wife from his clutches, each exchanging a worried glimse.

"I have taken into account who your friends are and have done my best. That's all I can say." Vince shrugged, finding the correct document he wanted. "Coachman, will you do the honours." he decided, giving the paper back to his apprentice.

"OK, yes Sir. I room one, it shall be Shawn Michaels and Triple H's families." Coachman spoke, the DX duo smirking to one another; maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all?

"Room two shall be Randy Orton, Edge, Carlito, John Cena and Torrie Wilson."

Rated RKO rolled their eyes, spying the man they had just confronted as well as another man that had something they both wanted dearly; the WWE Championship.

"Jeff and Matt Hardy, Nitro, Melina and Mr Kennedy you shall all be in room three with 'Taker and his family along with Kane being in the room next door. King Booker and Sharmell, you shall be sharing room five with Batista, Davari and the Great Khali."

King Booker wrinkled up his nose, himself and his wife exchanging appalled expressions.

"CM Punk, Maria, RVD and your wife, Sonia and Sabu, you shall all be in room six." the team of extreme wrestlers - and Maria - beamed to one another, all thrilled with Vince's unusually good choice.

"Test, Bobby Lashley and Kelly Kelly you shall all be in room seven with Paul London, Brian Kendrick and Ashley in room number eight. All brands commentators, you shall be in room nine. Are there any questions?" Coachman concluded, folding the paper into tiny rectangles.

"Yes, where am I staying?" the Masterpiece spoke, many superstars turning to face the arrogant oaf.

"Oh yeah, you are so memorable I almost forgot you!" the Chairman spoke, very dryly indeed. Taking the piece of paper from his Executive Assistant, he scanned the list, seeing if there was any available space. "You can stay with the Hooligans, Ashley and the Coach in room eight." Vince decided, Jonathan giving him a shocked glare.

"You mean, I'm not staying with you?"

"No well, it's hardly appropriate considering my wife and son and his family will be in our room." Vince reasoned, Coachman barely believeing his own ears. "Anyway, we'll take you to your rooms in a moment."

Many of the superstars gulped hard. The coming months of their lives were surely not to be easy.

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Next time in 'Necessary Evil'...

Will everyone settle into their rooms alright?

Check back for more, soon!