And so during all of these fun and games, we head back to LA to see what the gang was doing while Jericho was causing trouble. Ha, thought I forgot about the antagonists now didn't I?

"So then, we are all ready with our plan?" The small old man reviewed.

"Oh, sure thing boss." One of the two big fat men nodded, smoking a big Cuban cigar.

"I gotta question though." One of the two skinny men stood up.

"What is it?" The old man turned slowly to him as he tied on his black cape.

"Why do we need the bombs again?" The skinny man opened his jacked to reveal two rows of plastic explosives hidden under his coat.

"Because we are a gang, the mafia, terrorists. We're supposed to be bad and destroy people and things." The boss replied. "Now, any other questions?"

"I have one." The second big fat man stood up. "When do we get to eat the pasta?"

"Right after our mission is over." The boss reassured.

"And what kind is it?" The other skinny man asked slyly.

"Oh, I assure you that we have plenty of Ragu pasta sauce." The boss grinned and his four henchmen began to talk eagerly amongst themselves. "Tonight we make our big strike." Now, LA has felt the wrath of the Mafia Gang before, but all that these Italian terrorists have done was kid stuff compared to what they had in mind now: car jacking, an anonymous person shot at, stealing from a fancy store, shoplifting from a 7-11 (like that's a crime anymore) and lately blowing up an old deserted factory on the abandoned edge of town. But now they were going to put all of their past experiences together in order to make the headlines of the papers and make their name known.

"There it is boss." One skinny man pointed to their destination as he pulled the car over.

"City Hall." The second big fat man grinned.

"Now we will finally get back at these Wall Street fat cats and start our reign as kings of the road." The boss grinned to himself as he took in a puff of his small cigar. The four laughed.

The next day...

"Hey, we're finally someplace!" The Rock smiled as he noticed where they were.

"Hollywood." Jericho began to sing.

"That's why I'm the star and you're not." Rocky smirked at him. "What?" Austin asked.

"No not you." Rock shook his head, then muttered to himself. "Like you stand a better chance anyway."

"What?" Austin yelled loud and angrily.

"Nothing." Rock grinned and went back to driving.

"Can we go see the freaks off Hollywood Blvd.?" RVD asked. Jericho leered at him.

"No, I want to go to China Town." Rikishi licked his lips. "I'm hungry."

"Again?" Kurt Angle groaned and flopped back against the seat.

"Well let's do some kind of fun." Kane agreed.

"Yea, let's have some fun around here." Undertaker nodded.

"Ok, here's the deal. First we'll grab a bite to eat at China Town, then we'll go sight seeing and have a lot of fun." Rock compromised.

"Ok!" Everyone agreed.

"What?" Austin asked.

"Just say ok." Rock whispered.

"Oh, ok. What? I said ok!" Austin replied.

"Peachy." Rock laughed to himself.

"Excellent." Jericho did his Mr. Burns impression. He said to himself, "Finally I will get MY movie deal, now I'LL be the big superstar, now I'LL be everything Rocky is and more!"

"We're here." Rock pulled up and Rikishi burst out of the van like a happy little boy.

"Hey Chris, get me a paper would ya?" Taker asked and handed him a dollar.

"Sure." Jericho went over to a stand and put in the money to get the LA Times. "Well what-a-ya know, looks like that frog channel in Burbank finally ran out of money." Jericho read the headlines to himself. Then he looked at the bottom of the page. "Italian Mafia Gang Attacks LA City Hall, 50 Government Officials Killed. Wow, not even politics are safe in LA. It's sad really." He shook his head, remarking the big story. He gave the newspaper to The Undertaker.

"Dam, these sick freaks." Rock read over Taker's shoulder. "Makes me sick." "Tell me about it, is nothing sacred?" RVD sighed saddly in agreement.

"Guys, are we really safe here?" Kurt Angle began to shiver at the thought.

"Relax, you got me here." Jericho boasted and straitened his sparkle vest.

"We're doomed." Everyone said in unison as they stared at him.

"What?" Jericho growled with an angry pout.

"We said we're doomed. What? Doooooomed!" Austin yelled loudly at Jericho.

"Well, I can voucher that I don't need a hearing aid." Jericho rubbed his ear.

"Guys, we're pro-wrestlers, famous TV stars. We'll be fine." Rikishi said as he found a Chinese restaurant. He began to jump up and down by the door like a giddy little school girl.

"You know Rikishi, sometimes when your head's not in your stomach, you're pretty smart." Kane smiled and went over to pat him on the shoulder. Rikishi smiled at the compliment.

"Touching." Rikishi said as he ran inside. "Ohhhh, noodles!"

"Let's get this over with." Jericho sighed with a gulp as they began to walk over.

"What?" Austin asked. Jericho pointed up to the restaurant name sign (scary violin music) Chinese Buffet, all you can eat! "Oh no! What, I said on no!" Everyone gulped and went inside.

Hours later....

"Oh man!" Rikishi walked out proudly.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Jericho groaned, holding his stomach.

"I ate more than you, bottomless pit. I'm not complaining." RVD folded his arms.

"No, I sat next to Rikishi. The smell of some of the things he eats. And everyone says I have a big mouth!" Jericho groaned and put his hand over his mouth and ran off.

"Nice kid." Kurt watched him run off to throw up.

"What?" Austin asked and Jericho staggered back over.

"Well let's go touring." Rock smiled. Everyone cheered and ran off, all but sick Jericho.

"Guys, wait up." He groaned, holding his stomach. "I'm hungry again." "Oh, me too! My apatite just came back." Rikishi smiled.

"Never mind." Jericho walked off. Rikishi shrugged and followed The Rock and the others. Jericho began to walk and look around. "This is really a nice place, I wonder why it's so under rated?" He finally looked down and saw where he was. "Alright, the walk of fame! Now's my big chance." He grinned to himself and began to look around for a movie producer.

"And here you are." He heard a voice and turned to see a man giving a person an autograph. Jericho looked closely at him up and down, but couldn't remember seeing him in any movie. Stumped, Jericho decided to ask the person who got the autograph.

"Hey, who's that?" Jericho asked the lady.

"He's just about the biggest name in movie producing!" She replied. "Steven Spielberg!"

"Aha thanks!" Jericho grinned and she trotted off. Jericho smirked at himself and began to slyly walk over.

"Here you go." He handed an autograph to a young boy right as Jericho stood behind him. Steve turned around. "Oh hello, who are you?"

"Ha, who am I?" Jericho's laugh sputtered, he almost choked on my gum. "I am Chris Jericho!" He posed but got no reply. He stopped and looked over at Spielberg, who did nothing.

"Who?" He asked and Jericho growled. "Oh wait, don't you work with The Rock?"

"Yes." Jericho sighed, annoyed. "Saddly."

"Well what's on your mind Chris?" Steven asked.

"I want to be in a movie." Jericho grinned. "I am a huge rock star, I have a great TV rep with the WWE and anyone can tell you what a great performer I am, even better than Rocky."

"Rocky Balboa?" Steven asked.

"No The Rock!" Jericho growled. "Rocky was a great movie though." He smiled.

"That it was." Steven sighed with a grin. "Anyway, I can't help you."

"Why not?" Jericho's jaw dropped.

"Because I'm not making anything at the time, and you don't become a famous actor just by walking up to a producer on the walk of fame. It takes time and practice, effort and heart. Besides, if you work on the WWE you have all that you need and more." Steven replied wisely.

"But I want to be in a movie." Jericho muttered like a disappointed little boy. "I'm sorry, maybe one day kid." Steven shrugged and walked out of sight.

"Aw, nothing ever happens to me." Jericho sighed and walked off, not realizing for one moment that he had gotten lost from the group.

"Hey guys, is everything right here?" RVD turned around as they all walked.

"I dunno." Kurt replied.

"Hu, maybe it's just me then." RVD looked behind him as they continued on.

"Man, Hollywood sucks." Jericho said to himself and turned a corner, not realizing he had just entered the bad part of town. Well, the worst part of the bad part of town that is.

"And you sure it's full proof?" A raspy voice whispered, and Jericho's cat like hearing picked it up. "Good, then let's move out."

"But what about the records?" A second voice asked, this one seemed smaller.

"We're in the southland now, forget the entire past in San Fran." The first one replied.

"So then it's set?" A third asked, he sounded macho.

"Yes, I wish we had Jimmy back, but we'll have to be a trio now." The first one said. Jericho forgot to hide while he was listening. "Hey, who are you?" They all walked over.

"Uh oh." Jericho turned.

"You spying on us?" The macho one growled.

"Yea, spying, spying?" The small one perked in.

"No." Jericho recalled the incident with the earlier gang. "Uh, I mean nah dog."

"Good, it'd better been dat way." The leader nodded and began to leave.

"Wait a sec, you sound like the gang type." The macho one turned Jericho around.

"Uh oh." Jericho gulped, not again. Why was this happening to him a second time?

"Look we got something goin down right now, we need help." He replied.

"Yea, you look to be the type, you in?" The leader asked.

"If not, we gotta kill ya right now!" The small one laughed insanely.

"I'm in." Jericho gulped.

"Good, let's go." The leader started off and Jericho followed.

"Uh, what exactly are we doing, G?" Jericho asked.

"This part of town is off limits, it's deserted, abandoned, and you can see why. But we don't care, this was our home long ago and will be again. But another gang runs this town and we want our part of the share back in part of our old deal." The leader replied.

"Seems fair and understandable." Jericho agreed. They got into the road and looked around, not a cop or person in sight.

"This is perfect." The leader grinned. "Hey let's do this thing!" He yelled. Jericho tensed and looked around as other people began to emerge from the buildings and alleys. "Great."

"You ready man?" The other leader came over to Jericho's leader.

"Yea, so let's negotiate." The leader said. Jericho sighed with relief, they were just going to talk. But Jericho smiled too soon, for in a flash, everyone was fighting. "Come on!" The leader pulled Jericho into a fight and soon Jericho was not only fighting for the honor of a gang stranger, but also now for his life. For the first time ever, Jericho was actually scared!

"That's it, break it up!" Soon people were jumping into all of the fights, jumping onto people. Some of the gangsters were able to get away. Jericho groaned and looked up, only the four of them were left, and each had an LAPD officer sitting on them, cuffing them.

"We've been after you three for a while now." The chief came up to the leader. "We got a wire from San Francisco to be on the lookout for you guys. Now we got you, and you're going back." He smiled and then looked down at Jericho, who was struggling to get up.

"Hey, I'm not with them!" Jericho choked.

"Hmm, looks like you are." The cop who sat on him said. "Just because you weren't with them before doesn't mean that you aren't as guilty as they are now."

"But..." Jericho began, but realized it was hopeless and the cop was right.

"You'll be glad where you boys are going." The chief laughed as they put the gang in the squad car. "You guys will be going home." He grinned to Jericho. "Alcatrass!" Jericho gasped at what he just heard. The car siren blared as it drove off, off to take them to the most impenetrable, infamous prison of them all, and it was back up north, in San Francisco!

"Hey guys, where's Jericho?" Rock asked, finally realizing that he was gone, again....

"What?" Austin asked. (I said that he was gone again.) "Thanks. What, I said thanks!"