The superstars were all in their outfits and had their bags over their
shoulders when the bus arrived at the airport.
"Are we all set, do you have all of your things?" Vince McMahon asked before they got off the bus.
"Sir yes sir!"
"That's good." Vince smiled, luckily he was the commanding officer to the whole federation. "Then let's get a move on."
Everyone rooted and cheered as they filled off the bus. They reached the terminal and saw the plane, it was early, a very rare sight. As they all began to board, a phone rang.
"It's mine." Chris Jericho answered it. "Hello?" It was his wife. "Yea, we're leaving. I'm sorry. We'll be gone ten months before our mission is over. Well it might be less. Aw come on, don't cry honey, it's all gonna be ok. I love you too, and don't worry, I'll come back. I promise you." He hung up and sat down on the plane next to a very glum Kurt Angle. "What's wrong?"
"You don't have to leave as much behind as I do." Kurt sighed. "You have a wife, I have a family. Chris what if I die? What do they do? My baby girl isn't even a year old yet."
"I know what you mean." The Rock spoke up. Chris and Kurt turned around. "A lot of us are leaving families behind too. I also have a baby girl."
"And us too." The Undertaker, Chris Benoit, Shawn Michaels and quite a few others said.
"See, you're not alone." Hulk Hogan replied.
"You guys, we're all gonna come back." Chris Jericho insisted. "You have no reason to worry, I mean, come on, what's the chance of us dying?"
They all began to think, he did have a point. The lot of them all together was big, but when put with the rest of the troops they were a mere fraction of their forces. So the chances of one of them being killed was very slim, yet they all still worried. Not Chris though, he stood by his words and remained confident. But how long would his confidence last? Perhaps only the seven hour flight, only until he sees what awaits them on the battlefield.
"Are we all set, do you have all of your things?" Vince McMahon asked before they got off the bus.
"Sir yes sir!"
"That's good." Vince smiled, luckily he was the commanding officer to the whole federation. "Then let's get a move on."
Everyone rooted and cheered as they filled off the bus. They reached the terminal and saw the plane, it was early, a very rare sight. As they all began to board, a phone rang.
"It's mine." Chris Jericho answered it. "Hello?" It was his wife. "Yea, we're leaving. I'm sorry. We'll be gone ten months before our mission is over. Well it might be less. Aw come on, don't cry honey, it's all gonna be ok. I love you too, and don't worry, I'll come back. I promise you." He hung up and sat down on the plane next to a very glum Kurt Angle. "What's wrong?"
"You don't have to leave as much behind as I do." Kurt sighed. "You have a wife, I have a family. Chris what if I die? What do they do? My baby girl isn't even a year old yet."
"I know what you mean." The Rock spoke up. Chris and Kurt turned around. "A lot of us are leaving families behind too. I also have a baby girl."
"And us too." The Undertaker, Chris Benoit, Shawn Michaels and quite a few others said.
"See, you're not alone." Hulk Hogan replied.
"You guys, we're all gonna come back." Chris Jericho insisted. "You have no reason to worry, I mean, come on, what's the chance of us dying?"
They all began to think, he did have a point. The lot of them all together was big, but when put with the rest of the troops they were a mere fraction of their forces. So the chances of one of them being killed was very slim, yet they all still worried. Not Chris though, he stood by his words and remained confident. But how long would his confidence last? Perhaps only the seven hour flight, only until he sees what awaits them on the battlefield.