A/N: Wow, I love the response to the first chapter! The whole Kane thing was sorted out, if you did read the first chapter again, he'll be in the Lita/Hardy car. Sorry about the confusion, I was in a bit of a hurry when writing it.
The next morning, wrestlers were filing in and out, having suitcases with them and packing them into their SUVs. Most of them were deciding who was going to get to drive, which was the hot topic.
"How about this." Brock Lesnar started among his group, excluding Paul Heyman who was inside the hotel. "We let Paul drive so he won't run his mouth every two seconds, okay?"
"Good with me." Jeff Hardy said as he looked to Trish, grinning. She grinned back.
"Yeah, great idea, I hate dealing with that blabbermouth." She admitted. Everyone in the group laughed and piled in.
The Evolution/Stacy Keibler convoy had their plans figured out, Randy would be driving, Stacy in the passenger seat, and the rest somewhere in the back.
The Rock decided he would be driving for his group. He was scared that Eugene would crash, Jericho controlling the radio and singing the whole time, and Sylvain just going on about Canada. Eugene would be in the passenger seat, though.
Lilian Garcia had to be stuck in one of the worst groups, which involved Rene Dupree. He had already started flirting hard on her earlier while packing, so she decided she'll be up in the passenger seat with Rob Van Dam driving.
"Oh great, we will have stoner dude driving?" Rene remarked with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face.
"Ugh! Would you just shut up and get in?" Paul London yelled as he got into the back row, laying down, leaving the middle row to Val Venis and Rene Dupree. Rene got in, looked at Val, and snorted.
"I have to ride with this porno freak?" Rene asked.
"Dude, shut up, or I'll just throw you out of this car." Rob threatened as he started up the SUV.
"Dumb Americans." Rene mumbled as he sat back.
"Alright suckas, get in, the Bookerman is driving this thing!" Booker T yelled to everyone that was riding in his car. He got in the driver's seat, with Hiroko in the passenger. Stephanie and Undertaker sat in the back, Stephanie making sure that Taker wouldn't get any kind of shot at Booker.
"Why do I always have to drive?" Michael Cole whined as he put his stuff into the back.
"Because you suck!" Rob Conway said as he got into the back. Everyone was regretting even getting into the car when John Bradshaw Layfield got in.
"So who's up for some financial advice?" John asked as he sat down in the passenger seat.
Billy Kidman slammed his head into the window. "Not me."
"Well, you will anyways, because I am your champion." John said with his trademark grin.
Coach got into the driver's seat of the SUV. He knew he would be driving, because quite frankly, if he fought about it, he'd get his ass whipped—since Tyson Tomko, Christian, Steven Richards, Chuck Palumbo, and Victoria were riding along. Tyson, Steven, and Christian were already playing poker, with Victoria making herself the dealer of the game. Chuck had to sit in the passenger seat, against his own will.
"Alright... What in the hell are we going to do here?" Shawn Michaels asked Rosey and The Hurricane.
"I've got a plan!" Hurricane spoke up. "Just divide them up! Put Kane in the driver's seat."
So it was set for the SUV. Kane and Rhyno would be in front, Rosey, Lita, and The Hurricane in the middle, with Shawn and Matt Hardy in the back. This would hopefully work so that Matt and Kane wouldn't tear each other apart.
"Yo yo, let's make that Japanese freak drive!" John Cena said as he got into the back.
"Aye, Johnnie, the pea son doesn't even know English. Do you think he would know how to drive in America?" Nunzio said as he got in with Johnny Stamboli.
"I'm gonna be drivin', fellas." Johnny said as he took over the driver's seat. Kenzo sat in the passenger seat, with Eddie, Nunzio, and John going into the back.
The car of Chris Benoit, Edge, the Bashams, Sable, Rey Mysterio, and Shelton Benjamin were still fighting over who would drive.
"You know, I seriously do not give a damn who drives, but I have the passenger seat, no matter what!" Sable yelled in her screechy voice, just to annoy them, and got in the SUV.
"I'm driving!" Doug Basham yelled.
"No, I am!" His brother, Danny, yelled back. They got into a shoving match.
"Screw this." Chris Benoit muttered as he opened up the door to the driver's seat and got in. "Get the hell in, now!" He yelled to everyone that was still arguing. They all looked at him, surprised, but all did, amazingly.
Kurt Angle was near tears as he sat in the passenger seat of the SUV. He was stuck with Charlie Haas, Torrie Wilson, Miss Jackie, and Rico, who was driving. Charlie had the fashion talk out of his head thanks to his MP3 player.
All the Dudleys did paper, rock, scissors to determine who was driving, and Bubba won, claiming his seat in a hurry. Dawn Marie took to the back of the car, claiming all of it from Hardcore Holly, Billy Gunn, and the two other Dudleys.
"VINCE!"
"What?" Vince asked as he turned around to the hotel.
"What? That's my line, you idiot? What? I said, it's mine!" Stone Cold Steve Austin spoke up as everyone looked in his direction and groaned.
"Fine, what do you need, Austin?" Vince asked.
"Who am I riding with?"
Everyone's eyes widened, as they secretly prayed they wouldn't have to be with Austin!
Vince growled, hitting himself mentally for the mistake. "Fine, get in the Booker car."
"WHAT?!" Booker yelled as every other person that wasn't in that car laughed. Undertaker started cursing under his breath, and took the opportunity to get in the back.
Austin grabbed his things and packed them into the SUV, then got in next to Stephanie. "What?"
"Shut up dawg!" Booker yelled.
"What?!"
"SHUT UP!"
"What?"
"Shut up!" Everyone in the car yelled as Austin finally did, and smirked.
A/N: Well, if it wasn't enough for the superstars... Austin was added in! Just imagine how much "fun" Booker will have. ;) Please read & review!
