A/N: The adventures continue for these wrestlers. Once again, I own no one, Mr. McMahon owns them, or they own themselves, whichever way you want to see it.

Legacy Car

The sun shined brightly into Randy's room the next morning, hitting Ted on the face as he slept on the couch. Grumbling, Ted rolled over to block out the sun, but only managed to roll off of the couch and onto Cody who had been sleep on the floor next to it. Cody screamed out as Ted fell on him, waking Randy in the process. He shot up from his bed, and then glared at the two men, shaking his head.

Without a word, Randy grabbed his clothes for the day and disappeared into the bathroom. Ted and Cody left the room, and went back to their own, getting dressed silently before gathering their bags. Ted peaked out the door but the guy seemed to be gone. Slowly, Cody and Ted packed up their things into the car, and then went back to the room, waiting for Randy. Randy came out of the bathroom a little while later, and packed his own things up before putting them into the car as well.

As the boys were getting ready to leave, Cody heard footsteps coming from behind him. He turned and noticed the guy from the night before coming at them. He screamed loudly and ran to the car, climbing around Ted and hiding himself in the back seat. Ted looked at Cody, and then turned around as Cody pointed over his shoulder. Ted's eyes went wide when he saw the man, and hurried into the passenger seat, shouting to Randy to get his ass in. Randy looked towards them, ready to shout at Ted for saying that to him, but froze when he saw the guy coming at them. He was only a few inches from the car when Randy jumped into the driver's seat and slammed on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot.

The drive was silent for a few minutes before Cody mentioned that he was hungry. The others stated they were hungry too, and pulled into the parking lot of a nearby restaurant. Entering the restaurant, the waitress sat them at a table near the back, and then left so they could decide on their food in peace. She came back a little while later to get their orders, and then disappeared once more. They sat quietly amongst themselves, ignoring the looks they were getting from the other customers.

The waitress returned with the food not too long after, and they ate silently, doing their best to ignore the looks they were getting. It wasn't until they were almost done that a little boy and girl came up to Randy, looking at him and holding a piece of paper in their hands.

"What?" asked Randy, looking down at them. They stared at him, and then held their papers out to him, smiling brightly.

"RANDY ORTON!" shouted the little boy, getting even more looks from the restaurant. That's when all hell broke loose. Customers bombarded the three as they tried to get up. They fought their way through the crowd, paying the waitress along the way, and then hurried for the car. Jumping in, Randy pulled out onto the street again; glad to have left the fans behind. Ted looked over at Randy, sighing heavily.

"Can't we go ANYWHERE without people recognizing you?" he asked, shaking his head in the process.

"Nope. I'm Randy Orton and I'm awesome," he answered, not caring at all that he had just quoted Miz.

Hardy Boyz Car

Matt awoke with a groan, sitting up but only managed to smack his head on the bottom of the bed. Cursing out loud, Matt rubbed his head and looked around, not seeing his brother next to him. Frowning, he climbed out from underneath the bed, struggling to get the blood back into his legs. He looked around but he couldn't see or hear his brother anywhere. He stayed calm though, thinking maybe Jeff had just gone to the car to get something.

After changing into some fresh clothes, Matt decided Jeff had been gone for too long, and stepped out of the room, looking around. He didn't see him out there, so he walked back into the room, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. Hopefully Jeff had his phone on him; otherwise he didn't know what else to do. Selecting Jeff's number, he pressed the send button and held the phone up to his ear. It was then that he heard Jeff's ringtone. He frowned and followed the noise, stopping in front of the bathroom door. He listened to Jeff's ringtone playing for a moment, making sure it was coming from there before lifting his hand and knocking on the door. No response. He turned the door handle and opened the door, spotting Jeff on the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees.

"Jeff, what's wrong?" he asked, hanging up his phone. He walked over to Jeff and sat down in front of him, looking at his brother. Jeff looked at him, his eyes more bright than normal. He stared at him silently before scooting forward and pulling Matt's arms open, sitting himself in his brother's lap and wrapping Matt's arms around his waist, resting his head against Matt's shoulder. "Jeff what's wrong?" he asked again, not use to Jeff acting like this. The last time he had sat in Matt's lap like this, Matt was twelve, and Jeff was nine. Their mother had just passed away from cancer, and Jeff wasn't taking it well.

Jeff lifted his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to Matt. Matt frowned but took the phone anyways, flipping it open. He noticed the image that represented a voicemail on the screen, flashing at him. He glanced at Jeff, wondering if that was what Jeff had wanted him to listen to.

"Is that what you want me to listen to?" he asked Jeff. Jeff nodded, resting his head against Matt's shoulder once more. Matt pressed the button for the voicemail and held it to his ear, listening for the prompts, entering them when the time came before listening to the voicemail itself. A shiver ran up Matt's spine when he heard the heavy breathing of whomever it was that had called Jeff. A slow, deep laugh followed the breathing, and then the line went dead. Matt closed the phone, and rubbed his hand against Jeff's back for a moment or two, trying to calm him down.

"Come on Jeff, lets get back on the road," said Matt, patting Jeff's back. Jeff slowly climbed out of Matt's lap, and then helped Matt up from the floor. They gathered their things and piled them into the car before climbing in themselves with Matt driving once more. They pulled away from the hotel, and drove on, only stopping after an hour to get some breakfast.

The meal, unlike many in the past, was peaceful, at least until Jeff ran out of the restaurant when he heard a ringtone that had the same beat to Vince's entrance song. Matt sighed and paid for the meal, then left the restaurant, climbing into the car and pulling out onto the road once more with his brother.