"Guys, what do we do?" Kurt Angle gulped.
"Wait, maybe that was just a look alike!" RVD stammered.
"No, who'd wanna look like Y2J?" Rikishi asked.
"What?" Austin asked.
"Never mind." Rikishi shook his head.
"This is serious fellas!" Kurt cried and everyone jolted.
"Yea, he's right." Rock agreed. "Jericho is in real danger."
"And we're in trouble too." Undertaker nodded.
"How's that?" Kane asked.
"Jericho is the map!" Taker cried and everyone groaned.
"Come on, I'm sure if we go down to the police station we can talk to them." Kurt said.
"Right, let's go." Rock nodded and they ran into the minivan and drove off.
"Where's the police station?" RVD asked. Rikishi wasn't even eating he was so worried.
"Why don't we ask somebody?" Kane suggested so they pulled up to a gas station.
"I'll go." RVD said and got out and went into the mini mart. "Hey, do you know where the police station is?" He asked the odd looking man inside.
"You implying that I would know just cause I look like a gangster?" He growled.
"No, I just wanna go." RVD cried then remembered the way Jericho talked punk like. "Nah yo, we just gotta bust a brother out."
"Oh, no sweat dog." The man replied cooly. "Go down the street, take a left at the Kmart shopping center. Go until you hit Main Street and turn right. You can't miss it."
"Gratzi." RVD grinned and saluted the man as he left. He laughed at himself as he went back to the minivan. "Ok, I got directions." He said as he got in.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked, noticing that he was still laughing slightly.
"Oh nothing." RVD wiped away an invisible tear. Rock shrugged and used RVD's directions to find the Oxnard Police Headquarters. "Kurt, you go in." RVD suggested. "Ok." Kurt nodded and went inside and up to the desk. The place was empty. "Hello, anybody here?" He called and looked around to wait for somebody. "Maybe they're all dealing with the gang they just brought in." He shrugged. He turned to go but then heard footsteps.
"Can I help you?" An officer came over to Kurt.
"Yea, uh, this is kinda weird, but..." Kurt was unsure of what really to say.
"Come on, anything you say here is confidential." The cop assured.
"Alright." Kurt rubbed his neck. "Well you see, we saw you arrest this gang earlier today." Kurt began and the officer nodded. "But you arrested an innocent man as well."
"What?" The official was confused.
"The guy with the blond hair in a red ponytail, wearing a Y2J shirt." Kurt replied.
"Oh him." The police man nodded. "Are you sure he's innocent?"
"What?" Kurt gasped. "What do you mean by that? We saw him do nothing!"
"Look, I can understand that as a good citizen you want to report something you saw, but in this case we don't need your advice." The man smiled and Kurt was confused. "You see, he's been in custody for a few hours already and he knows his way around here."
"But I don't understand!" Kurt cried.
"Here, why don't I let you talk to him." The officer smiled. "Perhaps that will put your concern at ease." He led Kurt to the back where there was big room that was split by a glass wall with a set of chairs on each side. Kurt understood where he was now. "Wait here please." The cop left Kurt, so he sat down in a chair to wait. He sighed but soon the police man returned.
"Thanks." Kurt gave a forced grin as the man left. Kurt turned to see Jericho wearing a standard orange jumpsuit that are usually worn in prisons. "Chris, is that you?"
"Yea." He nodded. His hair was down and bushier, he looked a little different.
"What's happened to you?" Kurt gasped. "It's been only an hour!"
"What happened to me? What, prison that's what." Jericho growled. "Look, I figured that I had no hope so I'd just make myself comfortable. I guess I learned to fit in too well."
"I'll say." Kurt shook his head saddly. "Look, we'll get you out of here." He assured. "Time's up." The officer came back and pulled Chris up by the handcuffs.
"By." Kurt and Jericho nodded. "On the double!" The cop yanked Jericho by the arm, he growled as he forced him away.
"Poor Chris." Kurt sighed saddly and went back out to the minivan.
"Well?" Rock asked.
"We might as well find a motel, we all need to talk." He muttered. Rock understood, he drove off to find a motel where they could discuss the situation and find a solution.
Meanwhile, back in the prison....
"I bet I can beat you?" A big black man boasted as he grabbed a basketball.
"Oh you goin' down!" Jericho growled as the two went on the court. Others began to cheer and watch. The big man began to dribble down the court and went for a lay up and made it. The crowd cheered and Jericho got the rebound.
"How's that chico?" The man laughed.
"You aint seen nothin' yet!" Jericho smirked and did some fancy hand tricks with the ball. The crowd watched attentively, as did the man. Jericho spun the ball on his finger so the big man went to grab it. "Psyche!" He threw the ball up and jumped to grab it, then did some fancy dribbling down the court and spun for a slam dunk. The crowd cheered harder. Jericho caught the ball and checked it to the astonished big man. "You were saying?"
"That's it, time to go to school." The man clenched the ball. He ran down the court and Jericho went to block him but fumbled. The move wasn't called as a foul so the big man was able to make a jump shot from the free throw line. The man stood proud. "Class over."
"Old school." Jericho got the basketball back and ran down the court before the big man could do anything. The big man was winning so far 2-4. Jericho got to the three point line, and right as the buzzer sounded for everyone to go inside, Jericho jumped up and swosh, the ball made it in. "Game, set, light a match." Jericho smirked as the crowd cheered wildly. He won 5-4.
"Come on, get inside." An officer yelled and everyone filled in single file. Jericho sat down with some others at a metal table where weird food was fed to them.
"Hey, you." The big black man turned to Jericho.
"What?" Jericho asked, a little annoyed.
"Gonna eat your cornbread?" The man asked.
"Why?" Jericho cocked his head.
"Can I have your cornbread?" The big man asked. "No you can't have my cornbread!" Jericho yelled.
"What you talking about?" The man got up. "I want your cornbread." Everyone turned around, would there be a fight? Jericho hesitated, he'd seen the movie Life.
"Here." Jericho slid his food tray down the table in front of the man.
"Thanks." The man grinned and ate Jericho's lunch.
"Oh well." Jericho sighed but shrugged. "I'm on a diet anyway."
"Breaks over." A cop yelled and everyone sat up and threw their dishes into a bin. Jericho began to head to his cell but was grabbed. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Uh, to bed?" Jericho asked.
"Wrong." The cop pushed him. Jericho whirled around and found himself in front of the dirty dish bin. "As the new comer, you have kitchen duty."
"Am man, this is jacked!" Jericho growled.
"Got you too hu?" The big man said.
"Yea." Jericho sighed and turned to him.
"Not too bad, you get to stay out a while longer." The man shrugged.
"I guess." Jericho agreed and grabbed some gloves. As they did their work they were quiet for a while, until Jericho spoke up. "So, how long you been in for?"
"Five weeks." The man replied.
"Wow, why?" Jericho almost hesitated to ask.
"Shoplifting." The man said.
"Oh, sorry." Jericho said quietly.
"I'm innocent though." The man said, causing Jericho to turn. "Me and my friend went to an AM PM and my friend didn't have enough money to buy two things and I had no money on me. I was wearing a big coat so I guess he chose to use me as a carrier. I got busted, he didn't."
"Really?" Jericho could tell he was telling the truth. "Wow, I'm innocent too." Jericho grinned and the man looked at him. "I was trying to get away from a gang when the cops came. They thought I was a part of it so they arrested me too. Guess that's what I get for hanging around in the same area as some gang." "I could tell you weren't the bad type." The big man smiled.
"Thanks." Jericho laughed.
"Enough chit chat!" An officer on guard duty yelled and the two worked again. After they finished they began to head back to their cell. They bumped into each other in the hall.
"Oh you again." Jericho smirked.
"You in block 7a too?" The big man asked.
"Yea." Jericho laughed and they went inside. The big man got on the top bunk, but that didn't bother Jericho. He liked being on the bottom and knew he'd not be here too long. "By the way, what's your name, I never did ask."
"Oh sorry, I'm Keith, but my friends call me Kenny." The big man replied.
"I'm Chris. Uh, so, can I all you Kenny?" Jericho asked.
"We're friends aren't we?" The man pointed out.
"Yea, yea we are." Jericho grinned. They were quiet for a while. "Night Kenny."
"Good night Chris." Kenny replied and they went to sleep. That night, Jericho had a strange dream. He'd won his trust of the inmates by doing a singing performance and that got him free due to good behavior. When he woke up, he decided to tell it to Kenny. "That's a good idea."
"It is, but would it work?" Jericho asked after he'd finished his story.
"Never hurts to try, but can you sing?" Kenny asked.
"I'm in a band, we have two CD's." Jericho boasted.
"No kidding?" Kenny grinned. "Well let's see." He began to think. "After weight lifting, we have about an hour of recreation time before lunch. You could do it then."
"Great!" Jericho grinned. "I love weight lifting." After breakfast, which Jericho didn't eat again, they went into the yard to work out.
"You know, you're pretty good. Do you do this often?" Kenny asked.
"I guess you could say that." Jericho smiled to himself. As he worked out, he tried to figure out what song to sing. It would have to be something that the people would like. Finally he had an idea. "Hey Kenny, I've been thinking." He said as they began to rack their weights back. "What if I sang Always by Saliva?" "You know that's a great choice, everyone here loves that group." Kenny laughed. "Everyone loved the movie, so the song from it would be a great idea."
"Thanks." Jericho pouted with a satisfied grin.
"That was the easy part, now you have to go ask." Kenny pointed to a lead officer.
"Ok." Jericho gulped and walked over.
"What?" The officer yelled as he turned to him.
"Uh, I was wondering if I could sing today during rec time?" Jericho suggested.
"What song?" The officer took off his glasses.
"Always, a song by a band called Saliva." Jericho replied.
"Ha, can you even sing?" The officer smiled, amused with himself.
"I think two CD's is enough practice." Jericho folded his arms proudly.
"Partner, you got yourself a gig." The cop shook his hand. Jericho walked back to tell Kenny when the officer blew his whistle sharply. "Alright, let's go inside." Everyone went in.
"Kenny!" Jericho called from the other room leading to where all the convicts were. He came over. "Why don't you play too. Maybe it'll help you get out." Jericho suggested.
"You really want me?" Kenny asked. "I have no voice."
"You can pretend to play an instrument." Jericho shrugged and looked at a box in the corner. "Hey, what's in here?" He looked in. "Oh jackpot!" He pulled out an electric guitar. Of course the cord to the amplifier was torn off but it still worked. Jericho played a chord.
"That was cool, you play?" Kenny asked.
"Yea." Jericho nodded and gave it to him. "You don't have to play it, just pretend."
"Got it." Kenny smiled and Jericho smiled back. The officer put in the CD into the radio and nodded at Jericho to get ready. The music began and Jericho walked out, everyone turned to him attentively as he began to sang the song. Kenny pretended to play the guitar, which made everyone laugh. Kenny was probably the biggest guy in the whole prison.
"I love you, I hate you. I can't live without you." Jericho sang, everyone was starting to get into it, even the cops. "Always, always, always. Always!" He ended the song and the music finished. The crowd clapped, they'd liked it after all. Jericho and Kenny smiled at each other. The cop nodded to himself. "Lunch." The cop yelled and blew his whistle, everyone filed into the cafeteria. Jericho and Kenny were one of the last ones to leave, but the cop stopped them. "We all need to talk." He took them to an empty room. "You know, I've been studying your two records and from witness accounts and surveillance camera proof, we declare that you're both innocent after all."
"And you just noticed now?" Kenny was shocked. "I've been in here five months!"
"Well, the performance today kinda was a motivation." The cop explained.
"So we're free to go?" Jericho asked and looked at Kenny who smiled back.
"Correct, and I apologize upon the behalf of the whole unit." The officer replied.
"No hard feelings." Kenny shrugged as Jericho tore off the jail suit.
"This feels familiar." Jericho said to himself, remembering tearing off the hospital gown.
"Thanks for helping me Chris, I owe ya." Kenny shook his hand as they got outside.
"Nah, no sweat." Jericho replied cooly. A car pulled up and honked.
"That's my ride." Kenny turned back to Chris. "So, see ya around?"
"I guess so." Jericho said as they walked to the car.
"I wonder why it is that I never was given a chance to be proven innocent until you came along." Kenny pondered. "I do know that I'll never forget you." Kenny opened his car door.
"Well, maybe that's just LA law." Jericho smirked.
"Maybe." Kenny smiled. "By." The car drove off.
"By." Jericho grinned and watched them leave. The cop had already informed The Rock of the situation so Jericho watched and waited for the minivan to drive into the police station.
"So, how was the slammer?" RVD asked when they soon drove up.
"Shut up." Jericho smirked and sat down next to Rikishi, who was eating once again.
"Uh, hey Chris, is this one of those things you don't want us to mention to you, Rex Banner or anyone again?" Kurt asked.
"That's right." Jericho nodded and Rock drove off after he got in.
"By the way, one question Chris." Rock replied. "Who's Rex Banner?" Everyone laughed as the minivan drove onto the freeway and left Oxnard and all it's adventures behind.
"Wait, maybe that was just a look alike!" RVD stammered.
"No, who'd wanna look like Y2J?" Rikishi asked.
"What?" Austin asked.
"Never mind." Rikishi shook his head.
"This is serious fellas!" Kurt cried and everyone jolted.
"Yea, he's right." Rock agreed. "Jericho is in real danger."
"And we're in trouble too." Undertaker nodded.
"How's that?" Kane asked.
"Jericho is the map!" Taker cried and everyone groaned.
"Come on, I'm sure if we go down to the police station we can talk to them." Kurt said.
"Right, let's go." Rock nodded and they ran into the minivan and drove off.
"Where's the police station?" RVD asked. Rikishi wasn't even eating he was so worried.
"Why don't we ask somebody?" Kane suggested so they pulled up to a gas station.
"I'll go." RVD said and got out and went into the mini mart. "Hey, do you know where the police station is?" He asked the odd looking man inside.
"You implying that I would know just cause I look like a gangster?" He growled.
"No, I just wanna go." RVD cried then remembered the way Jericho talked punk like. "Nah yo, we just gotta bust a brother out."
"Oh, no sweat dog." The man replied cooly. "Go down the street, take a left at the Kmart shopping center. Go until you hit Main Street and turn right. You can't miss it."
"Gratzi." RVD grinned and saluted the man as he left. He laughed at himself as he went back to the minivan. "Ok, I got directions." He said as he got in.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked, noticing that he was still laughing slightly.
"Oh nothing." RVD wiped away an invisible tear. Rock shrugged and used RVD's directions to find the Oxnard Police Headquarters. "Kurt, you go in." RVD suggested. "Ok." Kurt nodded and went inside and up to the desk. The place was empty. "Hello, anybody here?" He called and looked around to wait for somebody. "Maybe they're all dealing with the gang they just brought in." He shrugged. He turned to go but then heard footsteps.
"Can I help you?" An officer came over to Kurt.
"Yea, uh, this is kinda weird, but..." Kurt was unsure of what really to say.
"Come on, anything you say here is confidential." The cop assured.
"Alright." Kurt rubbed his neck. "Well you see, we saw you arrest this gang earlier today." Kurt began and the officer nodded. "But you arrested an innocent man as well."
"What?" The official was confused.
"The guy with the blond hair in a red ponytail, wearing a Y2J shirt." Kurt replied.
"Oh him." The police man nodded. "Are you sure he's innocent?"
"What?" Kurt gasped. "What do you mean by that? We saw him do nothing!"
"Look, I can understand that as a good citizen you want to report something you saw, but in this case we don't need your advice." The man smiled and Kurt was confused. "You see, he's been in custody for a few hours already and he knows his way around here."
"But I don't understand!" Kurt cried.
"Here, why don't I let you talk to him." The officer smiled. "Perhaps that will put your concern at ease." He led Kurt to the back where there was big room that was split by a glass wall with a set of chairs on each side. Kurt understood where he was now. "Wait here please." The cop left Kurt, so he sat down in a chair to wait. He sighed but soon the police man returned.
"Thanks." Kurt gave a forced grin as the man left. Kurt turned to see Jericho wearing a standard orange jumpsuit that are usually worn in prisons. "Chris, is that you?"
"Yea." He nodded. His hair was down and bushier, he looked a little different.
"What's happened to you?" Kurt gasped. "It's been only an hour!"
"What happened to me? What, prison that's what." Jericho growled. "Look, I figured that I had no hope so I'd just make myself comfortable. I guess I learned to fit in too well."
"I'll say." Kurt shook his head saddly. "Look, we'll get you out of here." He assured. "Time's up." The officer came back and pulled Chris up by the handcuffs.
"By." Kurt and Jericho nodded. "On the double!" The cop yanked Jericho by the arm, he growled as he forced him away.
"Poor Chris." Kurt sighed saddly and went back out to the minivan.
"Well?" Rock asked.
"We might as well find a motel, we all need to talk." He muttered. Rock understood, he drove off to find a motel where they could discuss the situation and find a solution.
Meanwhile, back in the prison....
"I bet I can beat you?" A big black man boasted as he grabbed a basketball.
"Oh you goin' down!" Jericho growled as the two went on the court. Others began to cheer and watch. The big man began to dribble down the court and went for a lay up and made it. The crowd cheered and Jericho got the rebound.
"How's that chico?" The man laughed.
"You aint seen nothin' yet!" Jericho smirked and did some fancy hand tricks with the ball. The crowd watched attentively, as did the man. Jericho spun the ball on his finger so the big man went to grab it. "Psyche!" He threw the ball up and jumped to grab it, then did some fancy dribbling down the court and spun for a slam dunk. The crowd cheered harder. Jericho caught the ball and checked it to the astonished big man. "You were saying?"
"That's it, time to go to school." The man clenched the ball. He ran down the court and Jericho went to block him but fumbled. The move wasn't called as a foul so the big man was able to make a jump shot from the free throw line. The man stood proud. "Class over."
"Old school." Jericho got the basketball back and ran down the court before the big man could do anything. The big man was winning so far 2-4. Jericho got to the three point line, and right as the buzzer sounded for everyone to go inside, Jericho jumped up and swosh, the ball made it in. "Game, set, light a match." Jericho smirked as the crowd cheered wildly. He won 5-4.
"Come on, get inside." An officer yelled and everyone filled in single file. Jericho sat down with some others at a metal table where weird food was fed to them.
"Hey, you." The big black man turned to Jericho.
"What?" Jericho asked, a little annoyed.
"Gonna eat your cornbread?" The man asked.
"Why?" Jericho cocked his head.
"Can I have your cornbread?" The big man asked. "No you can't have my cornbread!" Jericho yelled.
"What you talking about?" The man got up. "I want your cornbread." Everyone turned around, would there be a fight? Jericho hesitated, he'd seen the movie Life.
"Here." Jericho slid his food tray down the table in front of the man.
"Thanks." The man grinned and ate Jericho's lunch.
"Oh well." Jericho sighed but shrugged. "I'm on a diet anyway."
"Breaks over." A cop yelled and everyone sat up and threw their dishes into a bin. Jericho began to head to his cell but was grabbed. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Uh, to bed?" Jericho asked.
"Wrong." The cop pushed him. Jericho whirled around and found himself in front of the dirty dish bin. "As the new comer, you have kitchen duty."
"Am man, this is jacked!" Jericho growled.
"Got you too hu?" The big man said.
"Yea." Jericho sighed and turned to him.
"Not too bad, you get to stay out a while longer." The man shrugged.
"I guess." Jericho agreed and grabbed some gloves. As they did their work they were quiet for a while, until Jericho spoke up. "So, how long you been in for?"
"Five weeks." The man replied.
"Wow, why?" Jericho almost hesitated to ask.
"Shoplifting." The man said.
"Oh, sorry." Jericho said quietly.
"I'm innocent though." The man said, causing Jericho to turn. "Me and my friend went to an AM PM and my friend didn't have enough money to buy two things and I had no money on me. I was wearing a big coat so I guess he chose to use me as a carrier. I got busted, he didn't."
"Really?" Jericho could tell he was telling the truth. "Wow, I'm innocent too." Jericho grinned and the man looked at him. "I was trying to get away from a gang when the cops came. They thought I was a part of it so they arrested me too. Guess that's what I get for hanging around in the same area as some gang." "I could tell you weren't the bad type." The big man smiled.
"Thanks." Jericho laughed.
"Enough chit chat!" An officer on guard duty yelled and the two worked again. After they finished they began to head back to their cell. They bumped into each other in the hall.
"Oh you again." Jericho smirked.
"You in block 7a too?" The big man asked.
"Yea." Jericho laughed and they went inside. The big man got on the top bunk, but that didn't bother Jericho. He liked being on the bottom and knew he'd not be here too long. "By the way, what's your name, I never did ask."
"Oh sorry, I'm Keith, but my friends call me Kenny." The big man replied.
"I'm Chris. Uh, so, can I all you Kenny?" Jericho asked.
"We're friends aren't we?" The man pointed out.
"Yea, yea we are." Jericho grinned. They were quiet for a while. "Night Kenny."
"Good night Chris." Kenny replied and they went to sleep. That night, Jericho had a strange dream. He'd won his trust of the inmates by doing a singing performance and that got him free due to good behavior. When he woke up, he decided to tell it to Kenny. "That's a good idea."
"It is, but would it work?" Jericho asked after he'd finished his story.
"Never hurts to try, but can you sing?" Kenny asked.
"I'm in a band, we have two CD's." Jericho boasted.
"No kidding?" Kenny grinned. "Well let's see." He began to think. "After weight lifting, we have about an hour of recreation time before lunch. You could do it then."
"Great!" Jericho grinned. "I love weight lifting." After breakfast, which Jericho didn't eat again, they went into the yard to work out.
"You know, you're pretty good. Do you do this often?" Kenny asked.
"I guess you could say that." Jericho smiled to himself. As he worked out, he tried to figure out what song to sing. It would have to be something that the people would like. Finally he had an idea. "Hey Kenny, I've been thinking." He said as they began to rack their weights back. "What if I sang Always by Saliva?" "You know that's a great choice, everyone here loves that group." Kenny laughed. "Everyone loved the movie, so the song from it would be a great idea."
"Thanks." Jericho pouted with a satisfied grin.
"That was the easy part, now you have to go ask." Kenny pointed to a lead officer.
"Ok." Jericho gulped and walked over.
"What?" The officer yelled as he turned to him.
"Uh, I was wondering if I could sing today during rec time?" Jericho suggested.
"What song?" The officer took off his glasses.
"Always, a song by a band called Saliva." Jericho replied.
"Ha, can you even sing?" The officer smiled, amused with himself.
"I think two CD's is enough practice." Jericho folded his arms proudly.
"Partner, you got yourself a gig." The cop shook his hand. Jericho walked back to tell Kenny when the officer blew his whistle sharply. "Alright, let's go inside." Everyone went in.
"Kenny!" Jericho called from the other room leading to where all the convicts were. He came over. "Why don't you play too. Maybe it'll help you get out." Jericho suggested.
"You really want me?" Kenny asked. "I have no voice."
"You can pretend to play an instrument." Jericho shrugged and looked at a box in the corner. "Hey, what's in here?" He looked in. "Oh jackpot!" He pulled out an electric guitar. Of course the cord to the amplifier was torn off but it still worked. Jericho played a chord.
"That was cool, you play?" Kenny asked.
"Yea." Jericho nodded and gave it to him. "You don't have to play it, just pretend."
"Got it." Kenny smiled and Jericho smiled back. The officer put in the CD into the radio and nodded at Jericho to get ready. The music began and Jericho walked out, everyone turned to him attentively as he began to sang the song. Kenny pretended to play the guitar, which made everyone laugh. Kenny was probably the biggest guy in the whole prison.
"I love you, I hate you. I can't live without you." Jericho sang, everyone was starting to get into it, even the cops. "Always, always, always. Always!" He ended the song and the music finished. The crowd clapped, they'd liked it after all. Jericho and Kenny smiled at each other. The cop nodded to himself. "Lunch." The cop yelled and blew his whistle, everyone filed into the cafeteria. Jericho and Kenny were one of the last ones to leave, but the cop stopped them. "We all need to talk." He took them to an empty room. "You know, I've been studying your two records and from witness accounts and surveillance camera proof, we declare that you're both innocent after all."
"And you just noticed now?" Kenny was shocked. "I've been in here five months!"
"Well, the performance today kinda was a motivation." The cop explained.
"So we're free to go?" Jericho asked and looked at Kenny who smiled back.
"Correct, and I apologize upon the behalf of the whole unit." The officer replied.
"No hard feelings." Kenny shrugged as Jericho tore off the jail suit.
"This feels familiar." Jericho said to himself, remembering tearing off the hospital gown.
"Thanks for helping me Chris, I owe ya." Kenny shook his hand as they got outside.
"Nah, no sweat." Jericho replied cooly. A car pulled up and honked.
"That's my ride." Kenny turned back to Chris. "So, see ya around?"
"I guess so." Jericho said as they walked to the car.
"I wonder why it is that I never was given a chance to be proven innocent until you came along." Kenny pondered. "I do know that I'll never forget you." Kenny opened his car door.
"Well, maybe that's just LA law." Jericho smirked.
"Maybe." Kenny smiled. "By." The car drove off.
"By." Jericho grinned and watched them leave. The cop had already informed The Rock of the situation so Jericho watched and waited for the minivan to drive into the police station.
"So, how was the slammer?" RVD asked when they soon drove up.
"Shut up." Jericho smirked and sat down next to Rikishi, who was eating once again.
"Uh, hey Chris, is this one of those things you don't want us to mention to you, Rex Banner or anyone again?" Kurt asked.
"That's right." Jericho nodded and Rock drove off after he got in.
"By the way, one question Chris." Rock replied. "Who's Rex Banner?" Everyone laughed as the minivan drove onto the freeway and left Oxnard and all it's adventures behind.
