After finishing getting washed and dressed, Shawn Michaels strolled back to the campsite where now the majority of the wrestlers were awake and up, waiting for Coachman to serve them 'breakfast'.

Seeing his best friend sat all alone on one of the log benches, the Heartbreak Kid went to hug a very emotionless looking Triple H. Taking the seat next to him, Shawn was the first one to speak.

"So...are you ok this morning?"

"Yes." Hunter replied bluntly, turning away slightly from the Icon.

Shawn couldn't honestly believe it; what was going on with him? Why was he so grumpy all of a sudden? Yet, he knew that if he just asked Hunter that he would more than likely snap at him which wouldn't solve anything.

Deciding that it would be best just to leave it be at least for the time being, Shawn wondered off in search of the Olympic Gold Medallist, leaving Hunter in charge of his own thoughts.

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After an, ummm, eventful breakfast served by Jonathan Coachman (as in, the bacon was burnt to a crisp, the eggs were more than runny and don't even get started on the beans!) the still ravenous gang sat around in a circle waiting for their orders from the Coach.

"Now, tomorrow Mr. McMahon has organised something quite special for all of us."

"What? He's gonna jump off a cliff!" Hunter wise cracked.

"No." Coachman shook his head in disgust. How come everyone felt so negatively towards the boss that he adored?. "Tomorrow, there will be a competition, two teams, as to who can hike five miles in the shortest amount of time." Jonathan told.

"HOW D'YA EXPECT ME, BROTHER TO BE ASSED TO HIKE ALL THAT WAY BROTHER, WITH A FALSE KNEE AND A FAKE HIP...BROTHER!" Hogan yelled.

"I do realise that there will be, ummm, physical limitations for some members of the group." the Coach reasoned. "However, it will be the team captains who must urge you on and to also the teams responsibility to help those who are...how can I put this nicely?" Coachman trailed off, rubbing his chin for inspiration. "Broken down has-beens."

"ARE YOU CALLING ME A BROKEN DOWN HAS BEEN, BROTHER!" the Hulkster cried in retaliation, posing for the MTV camera man.

"Don't include the Nature Boy in that stupid ASS statement either...WHOOOOOO!" Ric Flair joined in.

"Please, please!" Diamond Dallas Page begged, jumping from his seat. "These men are not broken down has beens! They are..."

"Old, washed up bastards?" the Legend Killer mocked arrogantly.

"Silence!" Coachman warned, wanting to continue his speech. "Like I was saying, it's a group exercise so all must participate to the best of their abilities."

The wrestlers, Hogan and Foley spied each other uneasily. Would they really have to do this?

"Ummm, Coach," Shawn began to question. "Who will be the team captains?"

"I'm glad you asked." Coach beamed evilly. "The team captains are going to be...Triple H and Shawn Michaels."

The D Generation X Godfathers stared each other up and down unsurely. They would be...against each other?

"Thank you, Vince." Hunter mumbled sarcastically, rubbing a hand over his unshaven chin.

"Who's on our teams?" Shawn quizzed, his eyes still locked with Triple H's.

"That's the fun part," Coachman chuckled to himself. "You will be choosing who will be on your teams."

Both men rolled their eyes and turned away from each other. They both knew this was a big set up by Vince. Both exhaling deeply, they scanned the campers, knowing fore well who to take for them teams.

"To decide who gets the first pick, it's going to be a coin toss." DDP announced. "Now, don't ever think that you've done anything wrong, not to get your chosen coin side, ok?" he enthused, his big toothy grin still shining brightly, even at this time of angst. "Head's or tails?" he peeped at both men.

"Heads!" they replied in unison, both glaring at each other. They really were closer than a lot of brothers. Of course, Vince was willing to do anything to stop this and tear them apart.

"Tails." Hunter gave in, staring at the ground below him.

"It's heads." DDP declared. "Shawn, you get the first pick. Now, both choose wisely!"

Gulping, Shawn took one glance at Hunter and knew that whom ever he chose first, he wouldn't like it. "Kurt." he stated, firmly shutting his eyes as the Wrestling Machine walking over to hug the team captain.

"What? That's so unfair!" the King of Kings argued hopelessly.

"Now, now." DDP reasoned. "Shawn did win the coin toss. Besides it's your go!"

Peeking at each of the men, the Game knew that he had to make an impossible decision. "Randy." he grimaced, the Legend Killer came bounding over to his captain in glee.

"Alright, this is gonna be awesome!" Randy patted the King of Kings chest.

"Beat it." Hunter bellowed, Randy taking a few paces away from the Game.

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A few moments later, both of the teams were decided. Joining Shawn and Kurt would be Carlito and Hulk Hogan, leaving Hunter and the youngest Orton with Mick Foley and Ric Flair.

"Ok, settle down again." the Coach vied for attention. "Now, both teams will be given a map with their route on it. Although it should take the same amount of time to get to the hut which myself and Diamond Dallas Page are staying in, both teams shall be taking different routes. However, you may come across obstacles which, as a team, you will be forced to over come." Coachman told, the King of Badda Bing handing out the maps for each team.

"In a few moments, after observing your maps you shall be given the opportunity to get any supplies that you need." Vince's assistant informed.

As Hunter's team surveyed the map, an annoyed Triple H couldn't help but feel a little betrayed by his best friend. "It's not fair," he spoke to the only in shape member of the team, Randy. "He got both Kurt and Carlito. Who do we get, huh? The Nature Granddad and a dipshit missing an ear!"

"Hey," Foley chimed in "I heard that!"

"Whatever, the point is, we have the disadvantage!" the Cerebral Assassin concluded.

"We'll figure out a way." Randy promised. "You'll see."

"Oi!" the Hardcore Legend interrupted. "I hate to destroy the feel good moment and everything but where's my cash for being on this shitty team?"

"You'll only get paid if you shut your gob the whole time we are on this trip!" Hunter snarled, quite uncharacteristically.

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Shawn's team were getting along a lot better. The Heartbreak Kid knew that Hunter would not be best pleased that he had picked the young man Carlito but so what? If he hadn't have done, he knew that the Cerebral Assassin would have snapped him up upon his next pick.

Spying the equipment that Jonathan was unloading from the bus, Shawn immediately told his group what to get and what to ignore. "We need that plank of wood." Shawn stated. "We have to go across a river...it doesn't look to have a bridge. Oh and get whatever you guys think too...don't leave it all up to me!" he joked, the Coach announcing they could collect what they desired.

As the two team captains trudged over to the mound of crap, they both wanted one thing and one thing only; the plank off wood.

"Don't even think about it, Michaels!" Triple H warned, his eyes glued to the essential supply.

"Why not?" the Icon asked defensively.

"We need it, ok?" the King of Kings pointed to his team mates.

"We do too." Shawn replied.

The Heartbreak Kid felt Hunter's eyes burn holes through his body; anger welling up inside him, the Showstoppa' couldn't take it anymore. "Fine, take it you selfish bastard!"

"What did you say?" Hunter grunted, shocked to be sworn at.

"You heard." Shawn answered, getting close to Hunter's face before heading back to his tent.

Shrugging in amazement, Hunter took the plank off wood before rejoining his team. He couldn't believe how quickly Shawn had lost his temper, how quickly it took him to get so wound up.

But what would happen before the guys even get going on the hiking adventure?

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Next time in 'Good Intentions?'...

Do the team captains come to blows before the hiking extravaganza?

Check back for more, soon!