"Uh, dawg, where we gonna eat?" Booker T asked on his cell phone. It was already 8, and they were in Louisiana.
"Would you give The Rock a minute! The Rock is trying to decide!" Rock yelled over the receiver, making everyone in his group cringe.
"Why in the living hell does Rocky always have to speak like that?" Sylvain Grenier asked Chris Jericho.
Chris stared at Sylvain at a second, thinking that he was just a plain idiot. "Where have you been for the past five years, jerky?" He sneered, then grabbed a magazine from the floor.
"Tell me you didn't just say that!" Booker responded to Rock, in his classic voice. Undertaker
shook his head in the back seat, and sighed as he tried to sleep again.
"What?" Austin yelled at Booker, making Stephanie and Hiroko groan.
"Shut up!" Booker yelled.
"DID YOU JUST TELL THE ROCK TO SHUT UP?!" Rock screamed over the phone, and everyone in his car, and Booker, held their ears.
"DAWG! I'm tryin' to deal with this Austin freak!" Booker exclaimed.
"What? Gimme the phone! What? I said gimme the phone!" Austin said to Booker.
"Take it dawg." Booker said, throwing the phone backwards and Austin caught it.
"Rock, this is Austin. What? I said it was Austin. Now look, we better stop at someplace big. What? I said someplace big because we gonna need feed a lot of people here. WHAT?"
"Shit, Austin! I get the whole what deal but would you please shut the hell up!" Rock said, grinning as he looked in the rearview mirror to see Chris steaming as he tried to keep his concentration on the magazine.
"...If ya smelllllllllllllll what the Rock is cookin!" Eugene said loud enough to where Austin could hear him via the phone.
"Who in the heck was that?" Austin asked.
"That was Eugene you redneck!" Rock said with a laugh.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Undertaker shouted right as the "What?" war was going on. Austin looked back and scoffed, but did.
"Now, where are we going to eat, Rocky?"
"Let's just find somewhere." Rock said, as he hung up his cell phone, as he went off a highway exit, all the cars following behind.
"Wonder what he's doing now..." Randy Orton muttered as he followed the line, rubbing his eyes to make sure he could see since it was getting dark out.
"Hey, I think we're getting food!" Rey Mysterio said, psyched up.
"Hopefully!" Edge said as he woke the Bashams and Shelton Benjamin up.
"Yo, what's happening?" Shelton asked, confused.
"We're finally getting off the highway." Chris Benoit said, pleased, as he took his sunglasses off, looked to Sable who was trapped in a Cosmo magazine. "Probably dinner."
"Hey Paul, what state are we in?" Brock asked Paul Heyman.
Paul couldn't respond, his mouth was duct taped! Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus both laughed at Paul's attempted mumbling.
"Louisiana!" Tajiri said, and Brock patted him on the back.
"Good, Tajiri...San!" Brock laughed, and looked out the window.
"Yo man, why we getting off the highway, I've only gotten through half of my list!" John Cena said, annoyed.
"Aye, I'm just followin' the lead car, you hear?" Johnny Stamboli said from the driver's seat as he stole a piece of bread off of Nunzio.
The Matt Hardy car was in smooth sailing since Kane was arrested, and all were content listening to a baseball game, with Rosey and Hurricane playing go fish with superhero cards.
The gambling group—Tomko, Christian, Richards, Victoria, Palumbo and the driver Coach—was still going at it in Poker. They actually did stop after an hour, then rested, went into a long game of Rummy, and went right back at it. Christian agreed to buy poker chips somewhere the next time they stopped.
"How about here?" Jericho asked as they were coming to a sports bar.
"Fine." Rock said, not wanting to start an argument. He went into the parking lot, as the rest followed.
Kurt Angle rushed to get out of the car, in hysterics. Rico flirted on Kurt more than a dozen times and actually had makeup put on him by Miss Jackie. He rubbed it off though, luckily. He sprinted to Rene Dupree, Sylvain Grenier, and Rob Conway.
"Hey Rock, where are we going to stay tonight, if we even get to a hotel, since you're like, the leader of this 'vacation.'" Brock Lesnar asked.
"I think a champion should be leader!" Chris Benoit said, overhearing Brock's comments.
"Oh bull!" Triple H said as he got up from his seat, but was pulled back down by Ric Flair.
"I think the man is right." JBL said over everyone. "And this champion is me, so I will gladly take over the role as the leader for this trip...Thank you."
"Oh hell no!" Austin said. "Leave it to Rock, you got it you cheap SOB?"
"Let's just ride until midnight, alright? Whenever the hell we decide on getting up and going to Arizona is when we leave. We just have to be there soon." Rock addressed, and soon everyone agreed.
After dinner, everyone got on the road again, some catching up on a bit of red eye.
"So, you think it's possible?" Jeff Hardy asked Rey Mysterio.
"Man, if you can get on top of a moving car, that would be like Fear Factor-ish, but it is possible!" Rey said.
"Alright, I'm going for it." Jeff said as he rolled down his window, propping himself up. It was possible, as Rey said, since the window was pretty huge.
"Oh shoot, what the heck is he going for?" Chris asked as he heard the wind coming in.
"Just a little something, keep on driving Chris." Jeff assured; as he stuck his head out the window, looking at the top of the SUV to see a railing which extra stuff is usually stored with, but it was bare. Everyone in the group watched, except Chris, who had a death grip on the wheel to have it steady. His persuasion wasn't going to help that Hardy.
"What the hell?" Coach asked, stunned, as he had to take a second look at the car ahead of him.
"What's wrong?" Christian asked, keeping an eye on his cards.
"Look out at the sight ahead of us." Chuck Palumbo said, as everyone stopped playing and looked, becoming as shocked as Coach was.
Jeff was already halfway out the window, both of his hands grasping the railing, as he placed his feet on the windowsill and launched himself up onto the top of the SUV!
"Oh my...Holy shit." Benoit shook as he tried to maintain the SUV after hearing the thud on the top of the car.
Matt Hardy gained some speed in the left lane, passing by Coach's car and noticed Jeff on top. Rhyno watched, amazed, as he informed his group.
"Shit, what is wrong with that kid?" Shawn Michaels questioned anyone.
"That's Mr. Daredevil." Hurricane said as he and Rosey watched.
Kurt Angle had his head stuck out the window, not for the fresh air, but he couldn't hear anything that was happening inside. He noticed that a little bit away Jeff Hardy was on top of his SUV, doing the guns! He swore this trip wasn't going to be ordinary.
"Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock! Look, look, look!" Eugene said as he turned around to the car behind him. Rock looked out one of his side mirrors and nearly swerved off the road.
"Great." Jericho said, raising an invisible glass into the air. "Here's to a hell ride that's just getting started."
