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A/N - Ok, I know the drawbridge thing in this one is a little far fetched, but hey, so's the entire story lol. :) Oh, and as we arrive at part 10 of this story, I'd just like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far, especially HuntersAngelJacky. You guys rock:)

Part 10 – John Cena " Do Cars Float?"

John Cena watched with a smile on his face as King Booker continued to speed down the highway, trying to get away from the police car that was chasing him.

He thought with a laugh that their high-speed race had quickly become a high-speed chase, only Cena wasn't a part of it.

Up ahead, John saw something else that made him curse.

They were above a body of water, and a drawbridge up ahead was being raised to let a boat through.

"Aw come on…" he said quietly.

"Wow… The street's moving John! All by itself! It must be alive!" Maria said in awe.

John laughed. "It's called a drawbridge babe. They're letting a boat through."

"Oh…" said Maria. "John, do cars float?"

John laughed again. "No Ria, I don't believe they do. Why?"

"Because Booker's car just went off the side…" She said, pointing out the window.

"What?" yelled Cena as he looked over to where she was pointing.

Maria began to repeat herself, but Cena wasn't listening

Sure enough, a section of the wall that kept cars from falling was knocked out, and there was no sign of Booker's car.

"Ah, jeez how are we gonna tell Vinnie Mac that the World Champ is dead?" John muttered.

"He's dead?" Maria exclaimed, looking like she was going to cry.

"Umm… No Maria I uh… said the wrong thing." Cena replied

"Oh ok good. I don't like dying."

Cena couldn't help but smile at this. "How do you know? Have you ever died before?"

Maria frowned. "Umm… Once I think, when I was six."

John laughed again "Oh yeah? What's it like?"

"Umm… it's bad." Said Maria.

John smiled at her, shaking his head slightly, but he was then distracted by something shooting by the car. Twice.

"What the…?" he said as he looked up ahead.

Way out in front of his car, (Which was stuck between two others due to the still rising draw-bridge) were two motorcycles. They were both shooting toward the drawbridge at high-speeds, one behind the other.

"Holy crap that's Jeff Hardy." Said John as he recognized the younger Hardy boy by his odd hair color. "And there's Jericho… and Lita… and that must be Matt…" (Matt was the only one wearing a helmet, so Cena couldn't see his hair or face)

"What the heck are they doin?" he shouted.

"There not gonna… HOLY FREAKIN CRAP!"

Cena and Maria could only watch as the two motorcycles (Jericho and Lita up front) attempted to use the still rising drawbridge as a ramp.

"FREAKIN PSYCHOPATHS!" Cena yelled as the two motorcycles flew over the drawbridge.

In response to this psychotic move by the insane wrestlers, the drawbridge was lowered back down instead of up so everyone could see if they were ok.

By the time the bridge was lowered enough to see, all that was there was what looked like the wrecked pieces of a motorcycle, and off into the distance a bit, what appeared to be men running, one with black hair, one with blue. Matt and Jeff.

"Well I guess they crashed" Cena muttered to himself.

"Jericho must have made it…" John said quietly as there was no sign of a blonde man or redheaded woman, "or fallen off the side…"

As he said this Maria's eyes got wide and she began to cry.

"You better be alright you friggin idiots…" Cena muttered, having practically forgotten about King Booker by now. "If only to make Maria happy."