At the butt crack of morning, Shawn Michaels and Triple H drove down to the arena that they were wrestling in last night, to meet with their fellow not so happy campers. Despite Hunter's pleas, Shawn decided that they should make an effort to get there early, before the time of 8am at Mr McMahon's request. "I didn't like his tone of voice." HBK repeated, pulling into the first available car parking space.
Grabbing their bags of luggage from the boot, the two men strolled over to the beaten up bus that Vince was stood near.
"By God, you were on time!" Vince gasped, taking a look at his million dollar watch, studded with several diamonds, made from pure gold.
"Yeah, only coz of Shawn!" Triple H rolled his eyes lightly.
"Never mind," Vince continued, ignoring the King of Kings last statement. "Come on, let me introduce you to some of the people you will be camping with for the next few days."
"Ummm, Vince?" Hunter began to question.
"We already know these people. We work with them on a weekly basis." Shawn added, questioning Vince's judgement.
"Maybe you do. However, this trip is all about new beginnings!" Vince stated, power walking his way over to some of the miserable campers, Shawn and Triple H following him in an almost defeated manner.
"Shawn, Triple H, I would like to introduce you to some of your fellow employees; meet Mick Foley and Ric Flair!"
"Why Flair and Foley? What's so annoying about them?" Shawn inquired.
"Haven't you heard their promos over the past few weeks? Geez, talk about blah, blah, blah!" Hunter mocked, Shawn cracking a smile in return.
"YOU, FOLEY, ARE STILL A GLORIFIED STUNT MAN!" Ric yelled, sweat pouring through his shirt as his face turned redder than a pimple on prom night!
Ushering D Generation X away, Vince mused to himself. 'Man, I did pick some annoying sons of bitches! That should make them crack!'
Taking them to meet more of his employees, DX mimicked Vince's power walk, much to the pleasure of the next few campers.
"Say hello to Hulk Hogan, Randy Orton and Carrrrrrrliiiiiiiiiiooooo!" Vince rolled his tongue, putting on a bad Caribbean accent.
"Dat...dat was a no cool impression!" he sneered, pulling his fingers through his curly afro.
"Explain to us these three..." Hunter implored his boss.
"Well Carlito's apple fetish gets a little monotonous, Randy Orton's self obsession and liking of Triple H will get on your nerves." Vince's voice turned to a whisper "Plus as a part of his anger management, this should be funny! And Hogan, well..."
"WHATCHA' GONNA DO BROTHER WHEN THE HULKSTER WON'T SHARE A TENT WITH YOU!" he shouted, posing as if he was still twenty years old.
"Be very thankful!" Shawn scorned.
"Oh and by the way, this whole trip will be on film for the next series of 'Hogan Knows Best'..." Vince told, thinking of the money he could earn from appearing in a few episodes.
"After the Hulkster loses to the Legend Killer on this little camping trip, the show shall be renamed 'Orton Knows Best'!" Randy praised his ego, lifting his arms above his head.
"That's great!" Shawn muttered sarcastically, Hunter dragging him away from the bus.
"Dammit, where is he!" Vince spied his watch again, more agitated than before.
"Who are we waiting for?" Shawn asked.
"Never you mind! He's got to be here!" Vince said, his anger turning to a creepy smile once his partner in crime came over to him. "Ah, Coachman, any sign of you know who yet?"
"Nope, not yet Sir, I'll go and have another walk around." the Coach nodded, hearing sniggers from both members of D Generation X. "And what's so funny?" his voice turned squeaky, spinning around and removing his sun glasses.
"Nice shorts!" Shawn giggled, both him and Hunter inspecting the tight, maroon coloured attire.
"Yeah, my Grandma used to have a pair just like them!" the King of Kings wise cracked, seeing Coachman getting really angered.
As the Coach walked away, less than amused, a familiar voice came from behind them.
"Hi guys, you ok?"
"Kurt! Oh, thank God!" Shawn gasped, grabbing the Olympic Gold Medallist for a tight hug.
"Ummm, Shawn, I know we are good friends and everything but I never thought you'd be that glad to see me!" he semi laughed.
"Are you coming with us on this camping debacle?" Hunter quizzed.
"Yep, unfortunately looking at the other turd's around here!" Kurt replied, Shawn releasing him from his grip.
"Finally, someone sane!" Shawn spoke.
After a few moments of standing around, the Coach returned.
"He's here, Mr McMahon, he's here!" he exclaimed, dashing back over to the sparkling black limo that had just arrived.
"YES! YES!" Vince cried, urging everyone to gather around for the entrant.
"Wonder who this jackass is?" Hunter questioned.
"Mr Fuji?" Shawn hoped.
"Nah, too sane!"
"The Ultimate Warrior?" Kurt asked.
"Nah, too insane!" Hunter chuckled.
"Men, men!" Vince called "I'd like you to meet your very special guest on this trip..."
"But Vince, Vince, I've already arrived!" Randy shouted, everyone else turning around to sneer at the third generation superstar.
"Not you...him!" Vince gestured, the chauffeur getting out from the driving side of the car to open the door for the next camper.
As the big ape got out from the car, nearly ripping his quad as he did so, everyone grumbled. "MARK HENRY?"
"Well, I told you he would be a jackass!" Hunter joked.
"Mark Henry will be the law enforcer on this little trip." Vince warned, spying Shawn and Hunter. "For any body or any parties who think they can get out of line with authority."
"My authority!" The Coach piped up smarmily.
"He looks like he could barely enforce a piss up in a brewery!" Carlito wise cracked.
"Don't worry, he'll get injured getting on the bus!" Randy mumbled.
"Right, come on dammit, you're already ten minutes late!" Vince cried "Everyone get on the bus!"
"Which bus?" Kurt questioned.
"That bus!" Vince pointed.
All of the campers gawped in shock at the 'bus' in which Vince was referring to. The rusty, flat tired 1960's automobile looked like it was on it's last legs and couldn't get out of the car park safely, let alone drive up several steep hills!
"But Sir!" the Coach chimed in "That thing...we can't drive in that!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look Sir, it's about had it!" Jonathan tried to reason, only gently kicking one of the wheels hub caps as it snapped in two, tumbling from the wheel completely.
"Nonsense! Besides, if it does happen to break down, it's a good chance for you all to use some of your team work to get it fixed, isn't it?" Vince rhetorically asked, the several men shaking their heads in disgust. "Come on, get loading your luggage!" Vince insisted, not doing anything to help of course.
"Who's driving this shit heap?" Hunter questioned after loading all of his bags into the 'vehicle'.
"The Coach!" Vince told, watching his assistant's face drop.
"Good luck with that!" the Cerebral Assassin insincerely smiled, tapping Jonathan on the shoulder and following Shawn and Kurt onto the bus.
But would they even be able to leave the car park?
Next time in 'Good Intentions?'...
Does everybody make it onto the bus? Is there upset in the ranks already, before they've even set off?
Check back for more, soon!
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