A/N: Sorry for the wait, been a bit busy the last couple of days since my mom's friend had surgery... And I had to baby-sit for him (no joke!). randygirl: You'll figure out soon...huge grin Kanesangel: I switched it up for the good of the story. ;) Let's continue!


It hadn't even been two hours on the road when everyone started to complain about various things. Everybody that was in Austin's car were about to kill themselves having to listen to his "singing," and having to hear "WHAT?!" every time they told him to stop.

"So Lita..." Matt started, but stopped after Kane whipped his head around in his direction, scowling loudly.

"Would you two just stop it?" Lita cried out, frustrated enough.

"If Vince didn't sign us up together, I'd be happier." Kane said in his low, creepy voice that scared the hell out of everyone.

"Well then, get a different ride, citizen Kane!" Hurricane spoke up.

Kane pulled over the car onto the shoulder, cutting off the ignition and getting out of the car.

Chris Benoit screeched his SUV to a stop, almost ramming into another SUV that was ahead. He growled, pulling over and cursing a mile a minute.

"DUDE!" RVD yelled as he pulled over and got out. "Didn't you realize I was getting out?" He stared at Benoit.

"Don't you realize I'm trying to get out of here as fast as possible?" Benoit shot back. "But what the hell is going on here?"

"Kane's car." Lilian said as she got out, stretching. She ran over to Rob as Rene got out of the car.

Everyone by this time was pulled over, getting out and yelling at others. Everyone finally figured out it was Kane's SUV that made the sudden stop, and all were going over to him, while he held Hurricane hostage by the throat.

"What the hell?" Brock Lesnar muttered as he watched Kane.

Everyone began turning around as they heard sirens getting closer and closer.

"DAMNIT! Two hours into this hell trip and we've already got cops after us!"

Five cop cars skidded to a stop right where the wrestlers were. They all got out, guns pointed in different directions, but mostly going to Kane.

"HANDS UP!" One officer yelled.

Everyone did, except one.

"WHAT?"

"HANDS...UP!" The officer yelled once again.

"WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?"

"Austin!" Undertaker kicked him in the shin. "This isn't the time."

Steve put his hands up after cursing a bit.

"Now we got a call that someone was being taken hostage, another of public disturbance...and..."

"Hey, that's Triple H!" Another officer blurted out, making HHH grin.

"What the hell does he have to do with this?" The officer asked.

"These all are WWE superstars, sir! They all rassle!" He said.

"Isn't that shit fake?" The officer said, making everyone cringe.

"NO!" Kane yelled, throwing Hurricane up against the car and going over to the police officer, thrusting his hand against his throat!

"KANE! NO!" Everyone started to yell, but Kane did it, a chokeslam to the officer! The other officers, about ten, ran over and handcuffed him quickly.

"Oh shit." Rosey mumbled.

"You are under arrest, anything you say or do will be used against you." One officer said to Kane as he put him into the back of the squad car, then all of them started driving off.

"Ah great..." Kurt Angle said, hitting himself across the head.

"Who gives a crap?" Austin said with a grin.

"Not me." Matt said. "How about we just tell Vince that he got lost somehow and wound up at a police station?"

Everyone nodded.

"Hm, I'm in the mood for a movie." Dawn Marie said just a bit too loud, as everyone looked at her.

Everybody agreed.

"Let's find a theater, first." Edge said.

"Who wants to lead?" Matt said as he took over the driver's seat for his group.

"We will." Rock said as he looked to Eugene, who was playing with wrestling toys and hitting himself on the head with them. "Let's load up!"

They were back on the road and found a mall close by.

"Great, a bunch of wrestlers going into a mall full of teeny boppers." Chris Jericho said, sitting back in his seat and letting out a growl.

"Oh would you shut up you piece of American crap?" Sylvain Grenier yelled at Jericho.

"I'm Canadian, you idiot." Jericho scoffed, as Rock found a parking spot.

"We're gonna go see a movie?" Eugene asked, his eyes sparkling. "Oh, it can't be R; my mom thinks they are bad for me."

"Well, okay, Eugene." Rock said with a laugh, as he turned off the engine, and they all got out.

"A-men." Stacy Keibler said slowly as she got out of the car, finally having enough with Ric Flair and Triple H. Randy Orton on the other hand, didn't really do anything.

Jeff Hardy got out, helping Trish and grinning to her.

"Thank you." She smiled, as they both walked to the mall, following some wrestlers that were already going in.

"Aw, look at them two." Paul Heyman said mockingly. Brock smacked him upside the head, and so did Shannon Moore and Tajiri.

Billy Kidman was about to die as he slipped out of his car. Having to deal with hours of financial talk, mixed in with "I am the Champion" routine that had almost everyone barfing right then and there.

"Stevie...How much do you have honey?" Victoria said as she got out, mentioning the poker game that went on the whole time.

"Well, I won about 50 bucks. Christian and Tomko both said that they're raising it up to one hundred a game, I'm all for it since I'm already whipping their asses."

"I heard that!" Christian said from behind him, along with Tomko, Chuck Palumbo, Rob Conway, and Rene Dupree.

Everyone made it into the mall as one huge group, going immediately over to the directory. Everyone started shoving each other to see who would read it.

"WOULD YOU LET THE ROCK READ THIS PIECE OF CRAP!" Rock yelled as he shoved people, taking his place as most of them were shocked at him. "Alright, we got awhile to walk, let's go." He said, leading everyone. Eugene and Chris Benoit were with him, and Coach made sure to stay the hell away from all of them. After awhile, a hell of a lot of autographs, some divas getting into stores, they made it to the ticket stand.

"Okay, which movie are we going to see?" Brock asked everyone.

"Spider-Man 2!" Rob yelled out, and everyone started to agree with him. They looked at the times, and it was ten minutes until the movie would start.

"Lets see." Rock mumbled as he started to count. He looked to the teller whose eyes were wide. "Uh, we need..." He stopped, looked back. "GET IN A DAMN LINE!" He yelled, and then counted. "65 tickets."

"Okay...Um uh...That'll be." He said, typing in. "Five hundred and fifty two dollars."

Rock cringed at the price. "Okay you jabronis, I need 8.50 from everyone!"

Everyone got their wallets, purses, and such, getting the money and passing it down to the next person, until all the money eventually reached Rock. He grabbed some of his own money, and then gave it all to the teller.

"Thank you...Rock, um, sir, here's the tickets." He said, and began handing them out, as Rock passed back tickets to the next person, until Coach finally got his ticket all the way at the end.

Once everyone got their ticket, they rushed to the usher, who gave them their ticket stubs in a hurry. The huge group then went off to the theater, leaving people that were standing there or waiting for food baffled. They reached the theater in which the movie was playing, and went in. Rock was the first to notice only two people were watching, and looked their way in a hurry as more wrestlers began looking at the seats. It turned out into a running fest, everyone scrambling around to get the best seats, and sit with their friends.

"Wow, I thought it was going to be empty." The woman, who was waiting said, amazed.

The man, presumably her husband, was wide eyed. "Do you know who these people are?"

"We're superstars!" Everyone that heard his question answered.

Stacy Keibler was next to Trish Stratus and some of the other divas, at the top row on the right side. She looked over to see Randy Orton, head on his hand, looking like he was dozing off already from the driving.

"Hey, I'm going to move over, if you don't mind." Stacy said to Trish.

"It's alright!" Trish said as she was glued to the previews. Her, Lita, Torrie, Sable, and Dawn all were feasting on Jumbo sized popcorn.

Stacy moved over a few seats to sit next to Randy. "Hey...Um, Randy."

Randy opened his eyes, looked to Stacy, and nearly freaked out, fixing his clothes and sitting up straight in less than a second. "Hi Stace." He said, forcing a grin onto his face.

"Thought you could use some company."

"Really? Well, I have seen you all morning." He said, then reviewed his words, and looked down in embarrassment.

"Oh, well, if you want to be alone..."

"No, no, no, no! It's awesome havin' you here. Trust me, I don't mind one bit. Just feel like a zombie after hearing Dave, Ric, and Hunter.... It's just, blah."

"Well then, why don't you do something about it?" Stacy asked with her brow raised, in Orton fashion.

Randy put on his cocky attitude, his forced grin into a smirk as he leaned in and captured her lips with his. He leant back, looking to her. "Yeah, they'll have to go through me before harassing you."

She smiled, bringing her hand to his, and starting to watch the movie.

"You know, that Tobey Maguire kid had an opportunity to talk to me once, and whaddya know, six years later and he's Hollywood man!" John Bradshaw Layfield boasted to Michael Cole, Tazz, and Coach.

"Really?" Tazz asked, intrigued. Cole and Coach couldn't believe to how much Tazz was good friends with the self-financial "idiot."

"Yeah, and I swear, people have been writing me and telling me that after they have talked to me, they've grown to become bigger and better things."

"Wish the same could be said for you." Coach mumbled under his breath as Cole snickered, hearing.

"Hey, you two lazy asses, shut up, the movie's on." JBL said in disgust.

"How about we make a deal, I'll shut up and you drive the rest of the way?" Cole asked.

"Well, it's a stupid one, but why not, I don't have to hear you anymore, so yeah." JBL agreed.

Halfway through the movie, Kenzo Suzuki was so frustrated that he couldn't understand a damn thing that was happening through the movie that he left, Hiroko trailing behind him. John Cena grinned in satisfaction, letting out a laugh at Kenzo.

After the movie, everyone was trying to figure out what to do, and they were all still in the theater trying to figure it out.

"We want to go shopping!" One of the divas whined. All the others nodded along.

"How about we go eat?" Chris Jericho suggested, hearing his stomach growl.

"...Then shop?"

"OKAY!" Rock yelled. "We'll eat, shop, and then get out!"

Everyone hightailed it out of the theater, finding the food court close by. It was pretty much packed as the group walked in.

"Ah crap." Rob Van Dam growled as he looked around the place. Everyone seemed to look up at the large group of wrestlers and simply stare in awe.

"What?"

"Shut up!" Five people yelled at Austin.

"You wanna eat later dawg?" Booker asked, seeing the long lines at every food place.

"Heck no!" Chris said, making his way to Taco Bell. Others took the approach, going off to different places.

Kenzo finally made his way back to the group, after being with Hiroko and going into some kind of candle store for an hour. He noticed Japanese food, and dragged Hiroko over to the joint.

Over an hour later, hoards of autographs, and food finally being eaten, the divas got to go off and shop while the men went into the large arcade, grinning in at the sight. Rico, being Rico, went straight to Dance Dance Revolution and made an open challenge to anyone. Chris Jericho, reminding Charlie Haas he was the first ever-Undisputed Musical Chairs Champion, accepted the challenge.

"Begin!" The voice in the game said as both Rico and Jericho started out with simple moves. They both nailed every step for four rounds, until it sped up, and with everyone rooting on Jericho, Rico miscalculated a couple of steps and lost it.

"Oh yeah baby, no one can beat the Dancing Champion!" Jericho boasted.

"Heck no!" Rey Mysterio said as he went up to challenge Jericho. Rey couldn't do it, getting distracted by Jericho and losing.

"Good gosh, we should keep records of how much I rule, baby!" Jericho grinned.

Eugene, being Eugene, took the comment and ran off into the mall and went into a dollar store, buying notebooks and pens, and racing back to the arcade. "Here Chris! I got what you said!"

Chris looked at Eugene, surprised that he would do that, but it was Eugene. "Coach, keep score."

Over three hours, ten changes were made. Paul London took the reign away from Jericho, but he got it right back, until Austin stepped up and won it! Austin lost it on his first defense against Booker T, then it went through Brock Lesnar, Rico, Jeff Hardy, The Rock, Edge, and Jericho.

Randy Orton wasn't with them halfway through it, though, he decided to meet up and go with Stacy to Victoria's Secret, to have a little "fun." Trish Stratus caught the two when they were in a heavy makeout session, and just laughed it off as she left.

Once everyone was situated outside again, they figured out it might be a good time to get on the road again. But not before Vince would call.

"Yeah, hey Vince." Rock answered the cell phone call, everyone watching from the outside of their cars as he paced around.

"Did I mention to you all that there will be some kind of check up point in Arizona when you get there, so don't head Northwest immediately." Vince informed.

Rock's eyes went wide. "WHOA! We haven't even gotten close to leaving Florida and you're telling The Rock this?"

"Yes, goodbye now." Vince said, hanging up.

Rock looked at everyone as he put his cell phone away. "People, there's a little change in plans. We aren't just going to Canada, we have to stop in Arizona first."

Everyone groaned, yelling in frustration at Vince's plans.

"Well, maybe he just wants to make sure that we haven't died or gotten in jail..." RVD said and trailed off, as everybody thought of Kane.

"He can find his way there." Brock said as everyone agreed, and began to get into their SUVs.