New chapter! Yay! More action, less comedy. Hope you like. I'm feeling like I might use these guys again in a sequel or something. If you guys like we'll see what happens. IMPORTANT NOTE! I'm going to be busy the next few days moving/research papers for college. Sorry if I don't update soon! I'll be writing hopefully any free time I get to then type it up here. Ok thanks. Remember to Review! Love hearing from you guys. SHOUT OUT TO Mademoiselle Else ! Thank you for reading and reviewing! Enjoy my Anchorman references :D

While the group was finishing their breakfast, Christian saw something off in a sand hill. Christian went in "Where's my peeps?" mode.

"What are you looking at?" Gabriel asked.

"I see a guy on horse. No wait two, wait three, four- they keep appearing!"

"Guys! We…gotta…get out…of here!" Miz gasped while he was still trying to catch his breath.

"What are you talking about?" asked Matt.

Miz pointed to the ruins huffing and puffing, "The sand…it moved…bad place…" before Miz could finish, the mystery dudes on the sand dunes came down by the hundreds maybe even thousands. The rode their horses down and quickly approached the camp.

Jericho stood up on a pillar and yelled, "NEWS TEAM ASSEMBLE!"

The group surrounded Jericho to await his orders. "It's morphin' time!" Jericho yelled as he held up his World Heavyweight Championship belt. All the members of the group made cool animal poses similar to those of the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers. With a flash of light, all the wrestlers' wrestling gear appeared on them. NOW they were ready for battle.

The men dressed in black looked like a cross between Zorro and pirates, but they were neither of the two. Almost all of the men dismounted their horses and circled the group of rookies and superstars. Our heroes tightened their circle moving closer to each other anticipating who would be the one to cast the first stone.

"Justin, where did you get a hand grenade?" Jericho asked as he looked around the group.

Justin stood with one hand gripping a grenade and replied, "I don't know," without looking back at Chris.

Two men on horseback came charging at the group and quickly our heroes rolled out of the way. While they tried to gather themselves, the horseman came charging again.

Christian threw an empty wine bottle knocking down one of the guys on horseback. "Two points!" Christian yelled with his arms raised. The bottle bounced and rolled to an old radio back at their camp. It hit the radio which conveniently turned on.

Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up" came on, you know that techno song in Charlie's Angels where the angels are fighting Creepy Thin Man. The group looked at each other with "Awh yeah" faces. Even the guy Christian knocked down nodded his head in approval as he began to fist pump. So now that Prodigy was on, the superstars and rookies attacked the group of men.

Moving to the beat, Wade dodged the swipes of the guy's machete with the speed and dexterity seen only in a perfectly coordinated fight scene. The guy lunged his machete forward and Wade bent out of the way like a salsa dancer shaking his hips sideways and caught the man in the jaw. Then he gave him the ol' one-two, a jab and then an uppercut right under the chin. "SHORYUKEN!" Wade yelled as his fist lifted the man a few feet into the air. Wade likes playing Street Fighter if you didn't know.

Not so light on his feet, Matt was having a hard time out-running a horse. The man behind him was coming closer and closer and closer. He raised his sword ready to strike Matt. Right before the man brought his sword down on Matt, he screamed in agony. Justin appeared out of nowhere and threw a trident at the man on horseback like a spear. It caught the man right in the chest and he fell off his horse. "Uh...thanks," Matt patted Gabriel on his back. Where the hell did he get a trident? thought Matt.

Daniel meanwhile was giving the LeBell Lock to a guy who kept tapping on the sand hoping Daniel would release him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Miz appeared clutching Excalibur. "This isn't the ring! What the shit do you think is gonna happen if he taps out? The bell is gonna ring and we're done fighting here? Kick his ass! Knock the bitch out or something!"

Daniel released the lock a little embarrassed. "Uh...well...um...I guess I got carried away. I forgot this isn't NXT. Maybe I should work on a new finisher move," he nervously laughed as he got up.

Miz wasn't laughing. He wasn't even smiling. He just stared at Daniel with those Mizzy eyes and that Mizzy glare. The guy who tapped out started crawling away from the two.

"I got a finisher for you," Miz raised Excalibur and BONK knocked the guy completely out, maybe into a coma.

Miz turned to Daniel and did the "What?" thing where people semi-lunge at you to try and phase you out or to show you they're boss. Usually ghetto people do it, but it's ok for non-ghetto people to do it too. Jay does it in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back when he says, "Besides it's not like they know we stole the monkey (pause) bitch."

Miz just walked off to find more guys to fight and Daniel followed like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Miz looked over his shoulder and stopped Daniel.

"Hey," he turned around facing Daniel," Chin up. Shoulders straight."

Miz adjusted Daniel's awkward body posture.

"If my rookie's gonna win NXT, he has to think he can win it, ok?" Daniel goofily smiled back at Miz.

Uneasy at the platonic show of affection from Daniel, Miz punched him, a bit hard. "Ow!" Daniel rubbed his arm.

"You tell anybody I was nice to you I'm gonna shove Excalibur so far up your ass and turn you into a popsicle." He ran off to knock out some other guys and left Daniel standing there dumbfounded. "Ok now I'm confused," he mused aloud to himself.

Prodigy is still playing by the way. It's the extended mix.

On the other side of the battle, Heath hit a few guys with a Sweetness, yes I also agree that is the stupidest name for a move. In between he'd whip his hair, shake it around, and run his hands through it. He wanted to look good all the time even when he was fighting.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Christian appeared behind Slater looking disgusted. "Uh..." Heath didn't know what to say.

He turned realizing Christian just witnessed him do his thing. "Well...I...you know...just practicing for NXT," Heath stammered as Christian took a few steps forward.

Heath swallowed hard. Christian just narrowed his eyes and began to nod.

"Thinking ahead. I like that. Remind me to buy you one of those Ninja Turtles Popsicles you love so much. Come one let's get in some more practice for NXT on these guys."

Heath's face lit up as he merrily skipped behind his pro. "Yay!" Heath proclaimed in his head.

Meanwhile Jericho was handling himself pretty well Code-Breaker-ing a bunch of guys. Wade quickly found his pro through the fray and joined him to assist him.

"See that one over there?" Jericho pointed to a man who wasn't really fighting, but just observing the battle scene.

"I think he's the leader. We need to take him out," instructed Chris, "I need you to cover me while I try and make my way over to him."

Wade nodded and began throwing punches left and right. Tossing guys around like a sack of potatoes. Jericho used his World Heavyweight Championship belt as a shield protecting the two from sharp blades.

And Edge said it was just a stupid belt, thought Chris.

As Wade threw the last man in front of him, Jericho pounced on the man ready to knock him out into next week.

"Wait what are you doing?" the man asked in an Arabic accent. He had Arabic writing tattooed on his cheeks right under his eyes.

"I'm about to punch the guy who sent a bunch of psychos after me and my friends to attack us!"

"You don't understand! You shouldn't be here! You must leave for your own good! Haven't you guys seen the movie?"

Wade raised an eyebrow and thought, Movies...we call them films in my country and we don't say we're going to the movies, we say we're going to the cinema...Unbeknownst to the WWE universe and to the WWE locker room, Wade Barrett's mind drifted into many different things a lot of the time.

Jericho looked up as the band of men stopped fighting. The rookies and pros gathered themselves in front of the Anubis statute fists raised. They didn't know the fight was about to end. The man kicked Jericho off him and made a break for it. He whistled and a horse came to greet his master. The man mounted the horse and yelled to the men in Arabic. The men began to retreat, staring at our heroes and then staring around the area.

As they quickly retreated the ruins, Christian puffed out his chest and triumphantly yelled, "PUSSIES!"

Now the group was feeling pretty confident. As Wade helped Jericho up after Chris got the wind knocked out of him, the leader man came back and rode around the two as he said, "You were warned." He rode off with his other men and soon they disappeared off into the distance. The rookies and pros cheered as they thought the worst was over. Suddenly, with the awesome timing of a predictable story, a sandstorm suddenly came out of nowhere.

Instantly, our heroes were unable to see in front of them.

"Into the tomb!" yelled Slater.

"No! Not that!" Miz started backing away from the entrance.

"We have no choice. IN" Jericho yelled as he and Wade ran into the tomb tackling Miz on their way in.

The group huddled together as the wind ferociously blew. The sand almost turned the afternoon in the desert into night. It was dark and they could barely open their eyes from the all the sand pelting their faces. The wind blew harder and then the ground began to rumble. The Anubis statue began to move and then THUD. It fell and blocked the entrance to the tomb. As soon as it fell, it got quiet and dark. Amid the darkness and the faint blowing of the wind, Miz said, "Awh shit."