A/N: Hey! Here's just another story I decided to write but is going to be filled with as much humor as possible. Of course, includes romance as well. I hope you all enjoy reading this and to continually review for it really helps me a lot, especially to block away my writer's block. Haha! Thanks! As you all must know, I don't own any of the characters whatsoever. Haha! Anyway...on with the story!

Pairs: Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler, Chris Jericho and Stephanie McMahon, Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas and Matt Hardy

Other Characters: Basically, almost the whole of RAW roster.

Chapter 01:

"Great match out there, Amy!" Trish complimented as she hugged the redhead. They had just wrestled in a match against each other as now; they were walking back to their respective locker rooms.

"Yeah! It was!" Amy replied, stretching her arms up after she had hugged the shorter, blonde woman.

"What hotel are we supposed to check-in again? Or have you checked in already?" Trish asked.

"Nope. Not yet. In fact, none of us in the roster has checked-in yet." Amy stated.

"Oh, I'm sure. We arrived here so late! Stupid delay of the plane! I'm sure none of us had the time to check-in." Trish agreed.

"Yeah. We all had to rush here in the arena. But anyway, I'm not so sure what the name of the hotel was. Matt knows where it is though and if he does, I'm sure Jeff would."

"Okay. Thanks. I'll see you later!" she called out before entering her locker room.

"Yup! See yah!"

Stacy walked down the hall, reading the new copy of the Raw magazine when suddenly, she bumped into something hard yet warm.

"Oops...sorry." She uttered as she looked up into the captivating, blue eyes of Randy Orton.

Randy smirked back. "It's okay, doll."

Stacy rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" she sighed.

Randy's smirk grew wider. "Sure, hon."

"And that." she stated.

Randy chuckled, adjusting the Intercontinental Championship belt on his shoulder. "Say...have you got any idea what hotel we were supposed to check- in tonight?"

Stacy shook her head. "I still need to go look for a ride, at the same time, find out myself what hotel we're supposed to check-in."

Randy adjusted his belt once again. "Why don't you just hitch a ride with me?"

Stacy raised her eyebrow. "Oh...and you know how to get to the hotel?" she sarcastically asked, immediately putting a grin on Randy's face.

"Well, we can always ask. I'll meet you in your locker room later." Randy stated.

Stacy nodded. "Sure. Okay. Thanks."

"How's your neck, Shawn?" Triple H asked as he visited the Heartbreak Kid in his locker room.

"Oh it's okay. Kane didn't do that much of a damage. In fact, it doesn't really hurt at all." Shawn replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Hunter nodded before taking a seat beside the Icon. "Hey...can I hitch a ride with you by the way going to the hotel?" Shawn queried as Hunter nodded his head.

"Sure! No problem! What hotel is it again?"

"Uhhh...that I don't know. All I know was that Vince said it was beside Joules Casino." Shawn mentioned as Triple H nodded.

"Alright. That's quite far from here right?"

"Yup. I think so. About forty-five minutes away. It's the nearest hotel we could go to."

Triple H nodded once again. "Okay."

"Beside what?"

"Joules Casino. That's what my dad said." Stephanie mentioned to her husband, Chris Jericho, as he nodded.

"Okay. Come on. Let's go then." He said, grabbing their bags, heading out of the arena and placing them inside his rental car. "Do you know how to get there?" he then asked.

"No. Not really. All I know is that it's beside that casino about forty minutes to an hour away."

"What?!"

"It's the nearest hotel we could get to!" Stephanie elucidated as Chris Jericho nodded and sighed.

"There better not be any traffic..." he muttered as he and Stephanie drove away.

"Joules Casino? Where's that?" Gail Kim asked Molly Holly as Molly shrugged.

"Why don't you guys just convoy with me and Nidia? We sort of know how to get there." Victoria offered as the other two divas nodded and smiled.

"Alright. Sure! Thanks."

"Yes, Mr. Bischoff. I understand. Don't worry, sir." William Regal assured Eric that his nephew and he could drive themselves safely to the unknown but said hotel.

"Alright. Have a good night, Eugene. You sleep well." Eric said with a smile, hugging his very special nephew.

"Okay. Good night, Uncle Eric. Bye!!!" Eugene waved.

"Come on, dear boy. We still need to go find that hotel." William called out as Eugene unendlessly waved at his uncle before walking with William Regal to his rental car.

"Me don't know how to get there." Tajiri told the two French men, Rob Conway and Sylvian Gronier, as they studied the map of Pennsylvania together.

"Maybe we should take this route over here." Rob pointed out.

"No...maybe 'tis this one." Sylvian protested.

"Is bee-side Joules Casino." Tajiri stated as the two French men nodded.

"Well, we'll get there. Let's go." Rob called for his other two companions as together, all three of them rode Sylvian's rental car and drove off.

Randy Orton knocked on Stacy Keibler's locker room as he heard a faint, "Just a minute!" Deciding not to wait, he opened it and found her in just a black, strapless bra and a matching black thong. His eyes widened a bit as she turned around and saw him.

"Eeek!!! Randy!!!" she screeched. "I told you to wait just a minute!" she yelled, trying to cover herself with a shirt and running inside the bathroom. Smirking, Randy made himself comfortable on the black, leather couch.

"Don't worry, babe! The whole world sees you in your underwear anyway!" he assured cockily, furtively eyeing the opened bag of Stacy.

"Well that's a different situation you moron!" Stacy yelled from the bathroom as Randy chuckled and shook his head.

"Ouch!" he pretended to be hurt, sprawling himself on the couch and waiting for Stacy to emerge.

A minute later, she came out wearing a pair of faded jeans and a black tube- top. "Come on. Let's go." She ordered, packing the rest of her things in her bag and zipping it close.

"Here. I'll take that." Randy offered, getting the bag from Stacy before walking out of the locker room. Trotting past Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus' locker room, which its door was slightly open, they found the two making out big time on the loveseat couch. Stacy snickered while Randy smirked, continuing to walk until they reached the parking lot and Randy's striking, blue Porsche. Unlocking it, he placed his and Stacy's bags at the bag before entering the vehicle.

"You do know how to get there now, don't you?" Stacy asked, hesitating.

Randy raised his eyebrow before backing away the car. "Of course, babe."

"Okay. Good. I just don't want to get lost at this time at night. I'm really tired and my back sort of hurts 'coz of what Gail did." She yawned as Randy eyed her, feeling very concerned.

"Oh...well, you can doze off for a while. Besides, it's going to be quite a long way anyway." He told her, adjusting the air-conditioning.

Stacy nodded. "Okay. You sure you'll be fine without anyone to talk to?" she slightly teased as Randy smirk. In a blink of an eye, his smirk turned into a smile.

"Yeah...don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"Okay." Stacy nodded before curling herself up in a ball.

"Here. Use this." Randy then said, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the back. "I put that here in case a situation like this happens." He said, handing Stacy the two.

Stacy raised her brow. "Oh really?" she smirked before snickering as Randy smirked back.

"Go on. Go to sleep. I have a hunch we'll be there in a hour or so." He told her as she nodded before falling quickly into a peaceful slumber. Randy smiled, eyeing her beauty before focusing his eyes on the road again.

A/N: Awww...wasn't that just sweet? Well actually...nothing really sweet happened. Haha! Anywayz...I'd like to know what you guys think of this first chapter so pretty please review! Please!