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Chapter 3-Where Are We Going?!
"OK, everybody in! There's no time to loose! The ferry leaves in 1 hour!" yelled Vince, shoving the now very confused wrestlers into an old, large, white-ish van.
"Wait a minute esse! What do you mean, ferry?! Where are we going holmes?!" demanded Eddie.
"Yeah where are we goi-" Chavo started, as Vince slammed the door in his face.
Vince clambered into the battered leather drivers' seat and started the engine.
It spluttered and screamed, but he finally got it going.
"Fasten your seatbelts guys, we're in for a rapid ride!"
He slammed his foot down on the accelerator, and sped out of the parking lot. The camera crew were nowhere to be seen . . .
In the back, the wrestlers were squashed on top of each other, in pitch darkness.
"Now I now how a sardine feels!" moaned Rey-Rey, from the bottom of the pile.
"Shut it shrimp! Just count yourself lucky you're not the victim of a stink- face!" yelled Jericho..
Rikishi didn't reply. Not with words anyhow.
"Hey! Who hit me?" cried HBK.
"Sorry! I thought you were Rikishi!" said Jericho in between gasps for oxygen.
"How'd ya miss?!" Kurt enquired, desperately trying not to laugh.
"Same way you missed your bootlace . . . no, wait! You got your bootlace!" sneered Kane, as Kurt instantly went silent.
The rest of them, however, burst into laughter.
"Hey just shut up! Your all just jealous of my shiny medals aint ya?!"
This just made them laugh harder.
"Ya know what? I think I'd prefer real hair to fake medals anyday!" said Benoit.
"Yeah, well, at least I have teeth!"
The van went silent with the exception of a few crickets chirping. Tumbleweed somehow found its way through the tangle of wrestlers.
"O-Kay . . . so where do you think we're going?" Asked Edge, changing the subject.
"My guess, is a FERRY . . ." said Shannon with sarcasm.
"Someone definitely needs a mattitude adjustment!" said Matt as he whacked him over the head.
"Hey what did I do?!" cried Christian in pain.
"Oops sorry!" apologised Matt.
"Guys! Will you all just shut up! Gees!" Yelled Edge. "So, we've gathered so far that we're going to a ferry -thank you Shannon for that- but where is the ferry going?!"
*Find out in the next ch!*
Chapter 3-Where Are We Going?!
"OK, everybody in! There's no time to loose! The ferry leaves in 1 hour!" yelled Vince, shoving the now very confused wrestlers into an old, large, white-ish van.
"Wait a minute esse! What do you mean, ferry?! Where are we going holmes?!" demanded Eddie.
"Yeah where are we goi-" Chavo started, as Vince slammed the door in his face.
Vince clambered into the battered leather drivers' seat and started the engine.
It spluttered and screamed, but he finally got it going.
"Fasten your seatbelts guys, we're in for a rapid ride!"
He slammed his foot down on the accelerator, and sped out of the parking lot. The camera crew were nowhere to be seen . . .
In the back, the wrestlers were squashed on top of each other, in pitch darkness.
"Now I now how a sardine feels!" moaned Rey-Rey, from the bottom of the pile.
"Shut it shrimp! Just count yourself lucky you're not the victim of a stink- face!" yelled Jericho..
Rikishi didn't reply. Not with words anyhow.
"Hey! Who hit me?" cried HBK.
"Sorry! I thought you were Rikishi!" said Jericho in between gasps for oxygen.
"How'd ya miss?!" Kurt enquired, desperately trying not to laugh.
"Same way you missed your bootlace . . . no, wait! You got your bootlace!" sneered Kane, as Kurt instantly went silent.
The rest of them, however, burst into laughter.
"Hey just shut up! Your all just jealous of my shiny medals aint ya?!"
This just made them laugh harder.
"Ya know what? I think I'd prefer real hair to fake medals anyday!" said Benoit.
"Yeah, well, at least I have teeth!"
The van went silent with the exception of a few crickets chirping. Tumbleweed somehow found its way through the tangle of wrestlers.
"O-Kay . . . so where do you think we're going?" Asked Edge, changing the subject.
"My guess, is a FERRY . . ." said Shannon with sarcasm.
"Someone definitely needs a mattitude adjustment!" said Matt as he whacked him over the head.
"Hey what did I do?!" cried Christian in pain.
"Oops sorry!" apologised Matt.
"Guys! Will you all just shut up! Gees!" Yelled Edge. "So, we've gathered so far that we're going to a ferry -thank you Shannon for that- but where is the ferry going?!"
*Find out in the next ch!*