As the music played on the radio and the rhythmic drumming of the rain on
the car rose and fell, the superstars began to feel sleepy yet restless.
"Oh I'm so bored!" Jericho complained loudly.
"Shut up, so am I." RVD sighed.
"Hey, I know what we can do to pass the time!" Kurt Angle perked up.
"If you say the licence plate game I swear I'll sock you." Jericho warned.
"Ok." Kurt Angle looked around outside the windows. "I spy, with my eye..." POW. "Hey, who did that?" Kurt held his cheek and looked over to Jericho who was waving with a smile. "What was that for?"
"I warned you." Jericho smirked arrogantly. Kurt raised a fist.
"Hey, leave the kid alone, he's probably still sedated." Rikishi joked.
"Don't you ever mention that to anyone, not me, not Rex Banner, nobody, again." Jericho warned angrily. He hated having to be reminded of things he hated, like hospital visits and such.
"Who's Rex Banner?" Kane asked.
"Hey, why's there a toilet on the side of the road?" Undertaker pointed as they crossed back into the Ventura County line.
"Taker, have you ever lugged a toilet up a flight of stairs?" Rikishi asked.
"No, why'd you ask?" Taker replied.
"No reason, just asking." Rikishi shrugged and took another bite out of his sandwich. By now the rain had subsided for the moment but the clouds in the sky still looked to burst water.
"Hey now I get to ask Jericho that question." Rock said as he saw the same sign they did when they realized Jericho was gone.
"What?" Austin turned to him.
"Jericho?" Rock called but the chattering in the back was too loud. "Hey, Chris?" Rock began to grow angry since nobody was paying attention to him. "Shut the kids up Austin."
"What? What? What? What?" Austin repeated loudly and everyone became quiet.
"Thanks." Rock smiled to Austin as he turned back around.
"What?" Austin asked. "Never mind." Rock shook his head. "Hey Jericho?"
"Hu?" Jericho heard this time.
"Does the 101 run through all of California?" Rock asked and Jericho smirked angrily. "Oh, right I'm doing that again. Well, do you know by chance?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Jericho replied sarcastically. "Yes it does."
"That's all I wanted to know." Rock smiled and went back to the road.
"Rock, I'm hungry, I want lunch." Rikishi said as he put the half a sandwich in the bag.
"But you..." Rock began but Rikishi gave him his puppy dog face. "Oh, alright." Rock sighed and Rikishi smiled. Everyone began to talk excitedly. Jericho smiled at the thought of food in his stomach, he was really hungry, his stomach was growling like a doberman fight. He looked outside the window at the traffic packed freeway as Rock made his way to the off ramp. But Jericho's smile faded when he saw one of the signs.
"Oxnard?" He said to himself. The name sounded very familiar. "Where have I heard that name before?" He asked himself, then he gasped as it hit him. The other night on the news in the hospital, he had heard of gang violence running amok in the city, especially the parts towards Ventura. "Uh, hey Rocky?"
"What, can't you see I'm fighting freeway traffic?" Rock groaned.
"You'll be fighting more than that if you don't hear me out." Jericho said.
"Is that a threat?" Rock growled.
"No!" Jericho cried. "Just listen..." He began but Rock cut him off again.
"Just shut up kid before I stick my hand down your throat and pull your vocal chords out so you can look at them." Rock yelled.
"Sorry." Jericho muttered quietly, he was just tying to help. Rock finally got off the road and made their way to a café in a town square.
"Good, looks dead." Rock turned off the car and started to get out.
"Don't say that word." Jericho sighed in disappointment. They all got out, but RVD couldn't help but notice how cautious Jericho was, almost as if his thoughts were elsewhere. As everyone went inside, Jericho stopped and turned around to look around. The place was deserted, maybe they were lucky and wouldn't get caught up in anything if they were quick and careful. Finally he went inside and sat down. RVD watched him carefully, he could tell something was wrong. As they ate, RVD noticed Jericho ordered light, the bottomless pit never does that. "Hey, you ok man?" RVD asked Jericho who was sitting next to him.
"Hm?" Jericho turned with a mouthful of potatoes. RVD looked at him and Jericho swallowed. "Yea, why?"
"No reason." RVD shook his head and went back to finishing his side salad. Jericho ate quickly so he choked a lot, but luckily RVD was right there to slam on his back. Soon everyone was finished and Rock was picking up the bill.
"Guys why don't you go to the van so incase the rain starts you'll be dry." Rock said. Everyone nodded and went outside. Jericho was the last one out and he waited for everyone to go in. He kept looking around and RVD watched him since Jericho went in before he did. Rock came out and got in the drivers seat right as Rikishi was getting in. It was Jericho's turn.
"Hey, you coming?" RVD asked and Jericho turned around. Kane and Taker waited too. Jericho could hear something and he knew what it was.
"Guys, don't argue with me, just do it. Pull the van around the other side of this joint and get in over there." Jericho said to RVD.
"What? Why?" RVD laughed.
"Just do it." Jericho growled in a tone RVD nor anyone had ever heard before. So they did. RVD, Kane and Taker went around the back so, like Jericho had asked, nobody was in sight.
"Hey you!" A voice asked and Jericho turned to what he expected: a teen gang.
"What up dog?" Jericho asked.
"You don' know me foo." The gang leader walked foward in gang style, notably to make his claim incase any other gang was around they'd know who they were.
"Sorry, should I call you lil' pup?" Jericho smirked the remark at his size. Another laughed, he was the rookie of the group, the newbie.
"Shut up." The leader socked him.
"Why, I like him." The little guy replied.
"Man, you alright." Another walked up to Jericho.
"Thanks G." Jericho nodded.
"Ah, ah. G-money." The gangster held up a finger.
"Right." Jericho nodded. "You think you so down wit it?" The leader sized up to Jericho. He looked Jericho up and down and noticed his size and muscle. "Hm, maybe there is a place for you."
"Look, I..." Jericho began, realizing what a tight space he'd just got himself in.
"Hey, nobody cuts off the boss." Another gangster warned quietly. Jericho shut up.
"To prove your loyalty," The leader threw Jericho a spray can and pointed to the wall by the café. "Our rival gang claims that as boundary territory, and it's our claim to take it back."
"Territize." The rookie said and Jericho looked at the can, it was no doubt for graffiti purposes only. Jericho sighed and walked over to the wall, trying to think of what to doo.
"Get to it!" A gangster yelled.
"Hey, he aint got his claim yet, chill out bro." The leader turned to Jericho. "What you gotta do is write WWE sucks."
"Why?" Jericho was shocked and appalled.
"Because their leader likes them so we don't." The leader replied and Jericho nodded with a sigh. He flipped off the cap of the spray can and looked up at the wall as he began to write WWE sucks. The leader nodded to himself as he watched with a satisfied smirk.
"His can control is excellent." One gangster said to his leader.
"Yea." The leader laughed. "What?" He gasped and everyone's jaw dropped as they turned to the wall where Jericho stood proudly. It read WWE rules suckers. "The hell?"
"Ha, you have been fooled. It is I who stand before you, Chris Jericho!" He cried proudly and hurled the can to the floor and it rolled under a dumpster. Everyone looked confused. "The wrestler." Jericho added and nobody still understood. Jericho sighed. "From the WWE." They finally got it.
"Get him!" The leader yelled and everyone gave their battle cry.
"Uh oh." Jericho realized his mistake. As they began to run a sound cut them off.
"Cops, scatter!" The leader cried as squad cars began to appear from all directions. The owner of the café had obviously called the police when she saw the gang outside. Jericho stopped running and watched as the cops began to tackle and cuff the gangsters. With a satisfied pout, Jericho turned around and began to walk towards the van, where nobody saw a thing.
"Hey not so fast home boy!" A cop called and before Jericho could turn around, he was whirled around by an officer and faster than a lionsault was thrown to the floor with his hands behind his back. "But, I...." Jericho began.
"You have the right to remain silent." The police man began to cuff Jericho as he attempted to struggle. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"Hey, where's Jericho?" RVD finally asked, everyone getting impatient.
"I dunno, let's go check." Rikishi said.
"Guys look!" Kurt pointed as he got out of the van. Everyone got out and saw the cops leading the gangsters to the car.
"Is that, Jericho?" Kane gasped.
"He's being arrested!" Taker was in shock. Jericho hadn't seen them, he sighed as the cop set him down in the backseat of the police car and soon all of the gang members had been arrested. The superstars watched from beside the minivan as the sirens started up again and the cars drove off out of sight and to the police station. Austin finally got out of the car.
"What?" He asked, seeing everyone standing still and quiet. Is Jericho doomed to the torment of prison, surrounded by gangsters and convicts? Or will he be able to get out of jail on the bail of what little money they all have left?
"Shut up, so am I." RVD sighed.
"Hey, I know what we can do to pass the time!" Kurt Angle perked up.
"If you say the licence plate game I swear I'll sock you." Jericho warned.
"Ok." Kurt Angle looked around outside the windows. "I spy, with my eye..." POW. "Hey, who did that?" Kurt held his cheek and looked over to Jericho who was waving with a smile. "What was that for?"
"I warned you." Jericho smirked arrogantly. Kurt raised a fist.
"Hey, leave the kid alone, he's probably still sedated." Rikishi joked.
"Don't you ever mention that to anyone, not me, not Rex Banner, nobody, again." Jericho warned angrily. He hated having to be reminded of things he hated, like hospital visits and such.
"Who's Rex Banner?" Kane asked.
"Hey, why's there a toilet on the side of the road?" Undertaker pointed as they crossed back into the Ventura County line.
"Taker, have you ever lugged a toilet up a flight of stairs?" Rikishi asked.
"No, why'd you ask?" Taker replied.
"No reason, just asking." Rikishi shrugged and took another bite out of his sandwich. By now the rain had subsided for the moment but the clouds in the sky still looked to burst water.
"Hey now I get to ask Jericho that question." Rock said as he saw the same sign they did when they realized Jericho was gone.
"What?" Austin turned to him.
"Jericho?" Rock called but the chattering in the back was too loud. "Hey, Chris?" Rock began to grow angry since nobody was paying attention to him. "Shut the kids up Austin."
"What? What? What? What?" Austin repeated loudly and everyone became quiet.
"Thanks." Rock smiled to Austin as he turned back around.
"What?" Austin asked. "Never mind." Rock shook his head. "Hey Jericho?"
"Hu?" Jericho heard this time.
"Does the 101 run through all of California?" Rock asked and Jericho smirked angrily. "Oh, right I'm doing that again. Well, do you know by chance?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Jericho replied sarcastically. "Yes it does."
"That's all I wanted to know." Rock smiled and went back to the road.
"Rock, I'm hungry, I want lunch." Rikishi said as he put the half a sandwich in the bag.
"But you..." Rock began but Rikishi gave him his puppy dog face. "Oh, alright." Rock sighed and Rikishi smiled. Everyone began to talk excitedly. Jericho smiled at the thought of food in his stomach, he was really hungry, his stomach was growling like a doberman fight. He looked outside the window at the traffic packed freeway as Rock made his way to the off ramp. But Jericho's smile faded when he saw one of the signs.
"Oxnard?" He said to himself. The name sounded very familiar. "Where have I heard that name before?" He asked himself, then he gasped as it hit him. The other night on the news in the hospital, he had heard of gang violence running amok in the city, especially the parts towards Ventura. "Uh, hey Rocky?"
"What, can't you see I'm fighting freeway traffic?" Rock groaned.
"You'll be fighting more than that if you don't hear me out." Jericho said.
"Is that a threat?" Rock growled.
"No!" Jericho cried. "Just listen..." He began but Rock cut him off again.
"Just shut up kid before I stick my hand down your throat and pull your vocal chords out so you can look at them." Rock yelled.
"Sorry." Jericho muttered quietly, he was just tying to help. Rock finally got off the road and made their way to a café in a town square.
"Good, looks dead." Rock turned off the car and started to get out.
"Don't say that word." Jericho sighed in disappointment. They all got out, but RVD couldn't help but notice how cautious Jericho was, almost as if his thoughts were elsewhere. As everyone went inside, Jericho stopped and turned around to look around. The place was deserted, maybe they were lucky and wouldn't get caught up in anything if they were quick and careful. Finally he went inside and sat down. RVD watched him carefully, he could tell something was wrong. As they ate, RVD noticed Jericho ordered light, the bottomless pit never does that. "Hey, you ok man?" RVD asked Jericho who was sitting next to him.
"Hm?" Jericho turned with a mouthful of potatoes. RVD looked at him and Jericho swallowed. "Yea, why?"
"No reason." RVD shook his head and went back to finishing his side salad. Jericho ate quickly so he choked a lot, but luckily RVD was right there to slam on his back. Soon everyone was finished and Rock was picking up the bill.
"Guys why don't you go to the van so incase the rain starts you'll be dry." Rock said. Everyone nodded and went outside. Jericho was the last one out and he waited for everyone to go in. He kept looking around and RVD watched him since Jericho went in before he did. Rock came out and got in the drivers seat right as Rikishi was getting in. It was Jericho's turn.
"Hey, you coming?" RVD asked and Jericho turned around. Kane and Taker waited too. Jericho could hear something and he knew what it was.
"Guys, don't argue with me, just do it. Pull the van around the other side of this joint and get in over there." Jericho said to RVD.
"What? Why?" RVD laughed.
"Just do it." Jericho growled in a tone RVD nor anyone had ever heard before. So they did. RVD, Kane and Taker went around the back so, like Jericho had asked, nobody was in sight.
"Hey you!" A voice asked and Jericho turned to what he expected: a teen gang.
"What up dog?" Jericho asked.
"You don' know me foo." The gang leader walked foward in gang style, notably to make his claim incase any other gang was around they'd know who they were.
"Sorry, should I call you lil' pup?" Jericho smirked the remark at his size. Another laughed, he was the rookie of the group, the newbie.
"Shut up." The leader socked him.
"Why, I like him." The little guy replied.
"Man, you alright." Another walked up to Jericho.
"Thanks G." Jericho nodded.
"Ah, ah. G-money." The gangster held up a finger.
"Right." Jericho nodded. "You think you so down wit it?" The leader sized up to Jericho. He looked Jericho up and down and noticed his size and muscle. "Hm, maybe there is a place for you."
"Look, I..." Jericho began, realizing what a tight space he'd just got himself in.
"Hey, nobody cuts off the boss." Another gangster warned quietly. Jericho shut up.
"To prove your loyalty," The leader threw Jericho a spray can and pointed to the wall by the café. "Our rival gang claims that as boundary territory, and it's our claim to take it back."
"Territize." The rookie said and Jericho looked at the can, it was no doubt for graffiti purposes only. Jericho sighed and walked over to the wall, trying to think of what to doo.
"Get to it!" A gangster yelled.
"Hey, he aint got his claim yet, chill out bro." The leader turned to Jericho. "What you gotta do is write WWE sucks."
"Why?" Jericho was shocked and appalled.
"Because their leader likes them so we don't." The leader replied and Jericho nodded with a sigh. He flipped off the cap of the spray can and looked up at the wall as he began to write WWE sucks. The leader nodded to himself as he watched with a satisfied smirk.
"His can control is excellent." One gangster said to his leader.
"Yea." The leader laughed. "What?" He gasped and everyone's jaw dropped as they turned to the wall where Jericho stood proudly. It read WWE rules suckers. "The hell?"
"Ha, you have been fooled. It is I who stand before you, Chris Jericho!" He cried proudly and hurled the can to the floor and it rolled under a dumpster. Everyone looked confused. "The wrestler." Jericho added and nobody still understood. Jericho sighed. "From the WWE." They finally got it.
"Get him!" The leader yelled and everyone gave their battle cry.
"Uh oh." Jericho realized his mistake. As they began to run a sound cut them off.
"Cops, scatter!" The leader cried as squad cars began to appear from all directions. The owner of the café had obviously called the police when she saw the gang outside. Jericho stopped running and watched as the cops began to tackle and cuff the gangsters. With a satisfied pout, Jericho turned around and began to walk towards the van, where nobody saw a thing.
"Hey not so fast home boy!" A cop called and before Jericho could turn around, he was whirled around by an officer and faster than a lionsault was thrown to the floor with his hands behind his back. "But, I...." Jericho began.
"You have the right to remain silent." The police man began to cuff Jericho as he attempted to struggle. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"Hey, where's Jericho?" RVD finally asked, everyone getting impatient.
"I dunno, let's go check." Rikishi said.
"Guys look!" Kurt pointed as he got out of the van. Everyone got out and saw the cops leading the gangsters to the car.
"Is that, Jericho?" Kane gasped.
"He's being arrested!" Taker was in shock. Jericho hadn't seen them, he sighed as the cop set him down in the backseat of the police car and soon all of the gang members had been arrested. The superstars watched from beside the minivan as the sirens started up again and the cars drove off out of sight and to the police station. Austin finally got out of the car.
"What?" He asked, seeing everyone standing still and quiet. Is Jericho doomed to the torment of prison, surrounded by gangsters and convicts? Or will he be able to get out of jail on the bail of what little money they all have left?
