After a restless nights sleep, all campers awoke from their slumber at the first notice of the dawning sun. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Hunter wondered down to the washing area, collecting his fluffy, blue towel, flannel, soap and shampoo, not saying a word to anyone, not even his own team mates.

Humming to himself, he was trying to get himself in a better frame of mind before the competition. He knew that if he was stressed out, he wouldn't be able to lead his team onto victory or be able to compete at his best.

Reaching the washing area, the Game came to a stand still. Someone who he didn't expect to be there was currently bathing; Shawn Michaels.

The Heartbreak Kid ran his hands over his hair, getting any remaining shampoo out of his blonde locks. Sighing thoughtfully to himself, he rubbed his tired face, closing his eyes as he pointed his frame towards the sun, leaning back against the embankment.

As the sun shone beautifully over his damp, well toned, tanned body, the King of Kings sneered at the sight. Trudging noisily over to the washing site, he snorted once he'd reached it, making the Icon open his eyes and look towards him. Turning away from him, Shawn knew what he had to do; be civil.

"Good morning." he spoke, an emotionless tone setting over his vocals.

"Is it?" Hunter mumbled, removing his night shirt.

"I dunno," Shawn replied "You tell me."

"In that case, it's a shit day." Hunter growled in a low pitch, his eyes locking with HBK's as he looked down at his trousers.

"Go ahead, I'm not gonna peek." Shawn assured. "I've seen it all before though."

Triple H never responded. Removing his pants, he covered up his private regions, getting in the water, sitting the opposite side to his 'best friend'. Taking his shampoo, the King of Kings ignored the Showstoppa' as if he wasn't even there, damping his hair to carry on his days business.

"Huh, I'm out of here." Shawn muttered, grabbing his towel as he got up.

"Bye then." Hunter sneered, annoyed to be left on his own.

"You weren't gonna speak to me anyway!" the Heartbreak Kid gasped.

"How do you know?" Hunter retaliated, sitting up more so.

"Because that's what happens when you get in one of your moods."

Triple H was pissed off now; "What moods?" he demanded an answer.

"The kind of moods where you sit there, winding yourself up even more before yelling at someone. I'm not waiting around for you to decide whether you want to speak to me or not." Shawn told, grabbing his clothes as he turned around for any means of privacy.

"Fuckwit." the Cerebral Assassin rumbled.

"You know what, Triple H," Shawn began, spinning himself back to face his supposed D Generation X team mate. "I honestly thought we had grown out of that stage; the stage where we would stand there, muttering obscenities at each other before getting in a scrap over it." Shawn admitted. "But then again, they'll always be apart of us that crave for them moments; the moments to just throw everything back in each other's faces because we've become so accustomed to it, because we think no differently."

As Shawn's words hit the air, Hunter's face continued to screw up, the words hitting him; hard.

"I knew, in my heart of hearts this whole DX thing would just be a lie."

"How's it a lie, huh?" the Game asked in frustration.

"We can't relive the glory days. We aren't sophomores anymore. We have wives, children, responsibilities..."

"Huh, all about being the good Christian and family man with you, isn't it?" Triple H roared. "That's why you came asking me for help, huh? It is?" the King of Kings cried "Because you wanted to relive the 'glory days'. You needed me to help beat McMahon at his own game."

"Maybe, just maybe I was wrong." Shawn exhaled deeply. "We'll never get back to how we were. Have a nice life!" he concluded, shoving his stuff in his arms.

As he began to walk away, he heard a voice call his name. "Oh and by the way, Michaels?" the Cerebral Assassin spoke, his voice patronising and deep. "Break a leg today, in fact, break both of them." he snarled sadistically, dunking his head under the water as he continued his washing regime, the Heartbreak Kid walking away; heart broken.

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By the time Triple H returned to the camp site, the other wrestlers had finished breakfast and were now arranging their belongings for the cut-throat competition that would start shortly.

"I've saved you some." enforcer Diamond Dallas Page cheered, Hunter rejecting his offer in no uncertain terms.

Meanwhile, Shawn was sat in his tent praying to the Lord above; a ritual that he participated in daily, especially in times of trouble.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not interrupting you, am I?" the Pittsburgh native spoke.

"No, come in Kurt," Shawn replied with a sigh. "I was just finishing up anyway."

"Coach has told us to take this down coz we'll be setting off in about half an hour." the Wrestling Machine recalled, patting the side of the tent, surveying Shawn's face in great detail. "Are you ok?" he inquired sincerely.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Are you sure, coz you don't..."

"I said I'm fine, thanks." Shawn replied through gritted teeth. He really, really didn't want to fall out with his team mate and good friend. Not at this point in time.

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About half an hour later, the two teams were assembled ready to begin the expedition.

The two team captains stood dead in their tracks. 'It shouldn't be like this.' Shawn mused forlornly to himself, pushing his hair back into a pony tail as the Coach began to speak.

"Right, before you begin, I want to make a few of Mr. McMahon's rules clear." Jonathan began, taking the scroll of paper from his pocket, clearing his throat to begin as the wrestlers, Hogan and Foley grumbled amongst themselves. "You cannot under any circumstance confer with the other team as to where you are going."

"We probably wouldn't want to anyway." Hunter moaned to his team.

Coachman spied the Game as a signal to be quiet. "Also, no cheating like stealing each other's maps of belongings..."

"Yeah, 'Carlito'!" Randy mimicked in a very immature fashion.

"Hey, are you thinking Carlito is the only cheater here?" Mr. Cool began to ramble. "Coz he's not...But I'm the coolest cheater!" he grinned in his trade mark fashion.

"If you come near our stuff again, they'll be CONCEQUENCES!" Flair yelled at the top of his voice, elbow dropping the map he once held in his hands.

"Don't worry, they won't." Coach winked to the Nature Boy. "Ok, has anyone got any questions?"

"Yes, this is only meant to take about five hours, yes?" Kurt piped up.

"Well, it should do," Coachman shrugged. "It all depends on your team."

"Ha, it'll take their team five hours just to figure out which way is North!" Foley mocked.

"Right, off you go then!" Diamond Dallas Page smiled broadly. "Have fun!"

As the campers mumbled incoherently to each other, the team captains took one final look at each other; they had a strange feeling about this journey in the pits of their stomachs.

"Right, who's got the map?" Shawn finally said, breaking free from the trance.

"BROTHER?" Hogan searched his pockets, the captain losing his cool already.

"If you've lost it..." the Olympic Medallist glared, stomping the ground.

"HA HA, JUST FOOLING WITH YA...BROTHERS!" The Hulkster posed to the camera man.

"Dat...dat was more than not cool!" Carlito rolled his eyes.

"Let's get going." the Showstoppa' decided, leading his team down their route much like Hunter was with his team.

But which team would triumph? Would any team triumph?

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Next time in 'Good Intentions?'...

How do the teams get on in the hiking trip? Is disaster about to strike?

Check back for more, soon!