"What's that?" Shawn spied Kurt as the duo put the final peg in their tent that they would be sharing together for a few nights.

Both men listened alertly. It was true, there was a noise to be heard; the deranged grumbling of a vehicle, accompanied by a loud rock track which both men recognised quite well.

"Oh no..." the Heartbreak Kid muttered, peering at the Olympic Gold Medallist in despair.

"Say it isn't so!" he shook his head, both men stepping out of the tent for a closer inspection.

"Can you hear that sound?" the Legend Killer asked his reluctant tent partner.

"Yeah, unfortunately I can!" Triple H sneered in disapproval. "Let's go look!"

"Ok." Randy replied, following the Game from the tent.

Out of no where, the mad man driving the four wheeler sped past Hunter, only a few inched from hitting him! Luckily, or perhaps not, Randy pulled him out of danger, grasping him tightly.

"Are you ok?" he mumbled, helping the King of Kings to wipe the dust off his t-shirt and trousers.

"Just fine!" Triple H barked, swatting Orton's straying hands away from him, stepping closer to his best friend, lacing an arm around his neck to indicate that there are no hard feelings from earlier of sharing a tent with Kurt.

"Are you sure you're ok?" the Showstoppa' quizzed in concern.

"Yep, I'm good." he nodded unsurely.

As the other superstars made their way from their tents, the enforcer revved up his bike a few times, scaring the baby birds in the near by area. Taking a couple of beers from the front basket, he opened two, guzzling them down as if there was no tomorrow.

Turning to face the eight men, and Hogan, he grinned wickedly to the campers. Pushing past Mick Foley, he looked everyone up and down before turning to speak to the Coach.

"You've got some sorry sons of bitches right here!" the Texan snarled, taking another gulp of his beloved beer, once again spying the men up and down.

"Yes, indeed I have!" the Coach mocked, a little shocked and surprised that his enforcer would the none other than the Rattlesnake after what Vince had told him on the phone.

"Yep, this is a disaster!" the sheriff tittered to himself, pulling his baseball cap further down his head.

"Well, I for one am glad you are here!" Jonathan begun, smirking sinfully at the wrestlers, Hogan and Foley, taking another look at his partner in crime. "You see..."

Before the Coach could even spit his sentence out of his mouth, a picture perfect Stone Cold Stunner was delivered to him.

'Hang on a minute...' Ric Flair mused to himself. "Austin's stunners never looked as good as that!'

As the enforcer got close to an now unconscious Coachman, many of the other campers began to smell a rat. "He's not Stone Cold!" Foley exclaimed, stepping forward to point at the impostor, hastily standing back again to hug his pay cheque.

The fraud shot his toothy, gleaming grin at the group of suspicious men, throwing the camouflage base ball cap to the ground.

"YO, IT'S ME, IT'S ME, IT'S D-D-P!" he called out, posing to the gang, who were by this time in amazement that...he was going to be the enforcer?

"More like S-A-D!" Orton wise cracked to Carlito.

"Dat...dat was a cool joke!"

"How ya doing guys?" Diamond Dallas Page smile once again in an affectionate way, removing his jacket and placing it on top of his quad bike.

"Fine...long time no see!" Kurt shook his head in amazement, walking over to hug the King of Badda Bing.

"Probably a good job!" Foley sniggered to himself.

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After becoming reacquainted with each other, the campers waited for a few minutes for the Coach to regain some sort of consciousness.

"Come on Coach!" Hunter called. "You said the first person to build their tent would be the one that would be making dinner!"

Clutching his head, the Coach stood to his feet, regaining some sort of composure. Wiping any leaves from his frame, his eyes became wider. "Oh...shit!"

"What's the matter, buddy?" DDP questioned cheerfully, his trademark smile still plastered firmly across his face.

"I...I forgot to bring any food!" he stammered, closing his eyes tightly shut to avoid the wrestlers, Hogan and Foley's expressions.

"You STUPID son of a BITCH!" the Nature Boy cried, elbow dropping the ground in disgust.

"You have to be kidding us!" the Cerebral Assassin rose, getting closer to Vince's assistance face.

"I..I'm sorry!" he stuttered, his hands forming in a praying position as he dropped to his knees.

"Does anyone have any food, at all?" the Icon asked, turning to face the others as Carlito wondered dubiously away, taking a closer peek at some of the habitat surrounding him.

Everyone else shook their heads. They had a few bottles of mineral water but that was about it. No one had any food.

Or did they?

"Just a minute!" Orton yelled. "Carlito...he has a big bag of apples!"

"No I don't!" Mr Cool responded sharply, denying it with all of his might.

"Come on man, I know you do!" the Legend Killer persisted, his eyes trying to pursued him other wise.

"Fine, I do but I'm not sharing them!" he snapped, once again strolling away from the camping area.

"There must be some more food around here somewhere..." Coachman contemplated, rubbing his chin for inspiration.

"If you hadn't forgotten it in the first place, we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with!" the King of Kings sternly spoke, poking Jonathan's chest.

"Yeah, it's your fault, you get us out of it!" Foley agreed whole heartedly.

As the campers grumbled amongst themselves, there was only one man willing to be the voice of reason at this time of crisis...

"Guys, guys calm down!" Dallas Page urged, gesturing for everyone to sit down. "All we need to do is go and find a shop or, alternatively, some food, right here in the campsite!"

"I prefer the idea of finding food here!" the Wrestling Machine nodded.

"Yeah...it's free!" the Hardcore Legend rocked backwards and forwards, still grasping the young, un-cashed check in his hairy arms.

"Either way, I think two people should try and find a shop whilst two people try and find some food from here." DDP spoke logically. "Shawn, Ric, if you don't mind finding some food here whilst Hogan and Mick go to the shop..."

"YOU MEAN, I HAVE TO DO SOMETHNG, BROTHER?" Hogan yelped, standing to his feet as quickly as he could.

"Yes, yes indeed." Diamond confirmed calmly.

"YOU KNOW SOMETHING, BROTHER, I'M NOT GONNA BE VERY QUICK BROTHER..."

"Well, I'd get moving then!" Randy raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

"As long as I don't spend any of my money, I'll go!" Mick muttered incoherently to himself, wondering off into the darkness with the Hulkster.

But will either of the groups be able to obtain any food?

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Next time in 'Good Intentions?'...

As they wait for any news on the food situation, what do those left back at camp do to preoccupy their minds? Plus, who obtains more food out of the teams of Shawn Michaels plus Ric Flair and Mick Foley plus Hulk Hogan?

Check back for more, soon!

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Ha ha, fooled ya, lol! Hope you liked the alternative enforcer!