Chapter One
This story starts just like any other story. It starts on a dark and rainy night.
"Hey Lita," shouts Nate from the driver seat, " Pass me a soda will ya?"
Lita turns to grab a soda from the cooler between her and Jeff Hardy. Jeff isn't alone though. He has his girlfriend, Kaley, sitting on his lap.
"Hey, Kaley, Can you reach this to Nate, I can't reach it to him."
She hands the ice-cold root beer to Nate as he speeds along the road towards Chicago.
"Hey Lita, What about us?" shouts both Jade and Rey from the back seat.
"Well, we were just starting to get worried about you two back there. We thought u were dead seeing as there weren't any noises." Lita replies as she hands them both a couple beers.
Nate speeds along the road while the back seats are totally quiet. Hmmm, I wonder what they're doing . . . Any way that's not what this is about. "Holey FUCK! Who the hell is that?!" Lita shouts from the front passenger seat. Everyone sits up so fast; it's as if they had just been electrocuted. Nate steps on the brake as hard as he can before the darkened figure before them. He's holding a sign made of ripped cardboard and written with black paint. "Chicago or bust!" is inscribed on the damp material.
Jeff is the first one to speak as they're stopped before the shrouded figure "Hey, do u think we should take him with us?" Everyone waits for someone else to speak up on weather or not to take on this mysterious passenger. Nate opens the door before they had talked it over. "Hey bro, do you need a ride? Were on our way to Chicago as well." Nate shouts over the deafening sound of thunder overhead. The shadowed man walks up to the van and opens the door without a word of thanks.
He sits in the van next to the huddled Kaley and Jeff. Everyone try's to sneak a glance at the man beneath the hood, but its just to damn big. All through out the night, the man never says one work or whispers one solitary sound. One by one all the WWE superstars fall asleep except for Nate, who is still at the drivers slicing through the storm with a furious momentum. Every so often someone will wake up just to glance at the Man still hiding under the huge hood that conceals his face. No one is quit sure if he is asleep or awake, but no one dares find out.
Chapter Two Coming soon . . .
This story starts just like any other story. It starts on a dark and rainy night.
"Hey Lita," shouts Nate from the driver seat, " Pass me a soda will ya?"
Lita turns to grab a soda from the cooler between her and Jeff Hardy. Jeff isn't alone though. He has his girlfriend, Kaley, sitting on his lap.
"Hey, Kaley, Can you reach this to Nate, I can't reach it to him."
She hands the ice-cold root beer to Nate as he speeds along the road towards Chicago.
"Hey Lita, What about us?" shouts both Jade and Rey from the back seat.
"Well, we were just starting to get worried about you two back there. We thought u were dead seeing as there weren't any noises." Lita replies as she hands them both a couple beers.
Nate speeds along the road while the back seats are totally quiet. Hmmm, I wonder what they're doing . . . Any way that's not what this is about. "Holey FUCK! Who the hell is that?!" Lita shouts from the front passenger seat. Everyone sits up so fast; it's as if they had just been electrocuted. Nate steps on the brake as hard as he can before the darkened figure before them. He's holding a sign made of ripped cardboard and written with black paint. "Chicago or bust!" is inscribed on the damp material.
Jeff is the first one to speak as they're stopped before the shrouded figure "Hey, do u think we should take him with us?" Everyone waits for someone else to speak up on weather or not to take on this mysterious passenger. Nate opens the door before they had talked it over. "Hey bro, do you need a ride? Were on our way to Chicago as well." Nate shouts over the deafening sound of thunder overhead. The shadowed man walks up to the van and opens the door without a word of thanks.
He sits in the van next to the huddled Kaley and Jeff. Everyone try's to sneak a glance at the man beneath the hood, but its just to damn big. All through out the night, the man never says one work or whispers one solitary sound. One by one all the WWE superstars fall asleep except for Nate, who is still at the drivers slicing through the storm with a furious momentum. Every so often someone will wake up just to glance at the Man still hiding under the huge hood that conceals his face. No one is quit sure if he is asleep or awake, but no one dares find out.
Chapter Two Coming soon . . .