A/N: Isn't it amazing to how many chapters a total day is? Hehe. Well, I guess this might actually go into the next day, so yeah, enjoy, review, spread the love, and keep this baby going! =)
And, I figured out, I messed up a chapter (it's sad...) before anyone gets to complaining, it's the Paul Heyman vehicle that Jeff was hanging out of. Trust me, it's complicated for me to figure out where 60 wrestlers are, so I'm sorry, I'll figure it out and make it fit into this one.
Oh, and one more thing, I'm gonna use italics on part of the first line when going into another group so it'll make it easier if I don't mention it.
Q's answered: PUHLEASEEEE people read the reviews of people and my answers in earlier chapters, I moved Stacy with Trish secretly for new relationships. =) Eddie Guerrero shall be used more, as will everyone else if I can stuff them in. REMEMBER—there's over 60 wrestlers that are in this, so it's kind of a pain to include them all. As I said before, I've kind of screwed up some parts, but isn't that just part of a fan fic? =P
And for the last thing, just so everyone knows now, they've started in Florida (way south), heading up, go the coastline to Arizona, then to Canada. Cheers!
"Uh, shouldn't he come down soon?" Chris Benoit stuttered as he saw a foot at the top of the windshield, knowing Jeff was up to something, again.
Brock looked out the window. "You okay out there, bud?"
"Perfect!" Jeff shouted down, hoping that Rey could've heard him.
"Alright, have fun!" Brock yelled back as he went back inside, and mentioned to Benoit that he was okay.
Trish was stressed out; she couldn't believe that Jeff was doing this! She had an alternate strategy, her iPod going, hair up in a complicated do, and doing her nails while reading the Cosmo magazine.
"Aye, Johnny, how about we do somethin'." Eddie Guerrero said to Johnny Stamboli.
"What's that Eddie?" Johnny asked while looking in Jeff's way.
"How about we go pick up tie-dye over there?" Eddie asked with a laugh.
"Let's go for it." Nunzio suggested as Johnny nodded, speeding up to get next to Jeff. Eddie rolled the window down, as Jeff turned to face them.
"What's up, esse?" Eddie asked with a grin.
"Just getting the cool breeze." Jeff said while returning the grin.
"Hey, let's scare the shit out of your buds, climb in."
"You sure?" Jeff asked, surprised.
"Oh, c'mon bro!" John Cena yelled while laughing.
Jeff's look turned crazed, as he slid his way up to the windshield, grinning as he saw everyone, and signaled left to the other group. Trish seemed to notice as she just froze, her gaze not leaving his. He smiled, winking at her, and then slid back out onto the top.
"Great, how in the heck am I going to do this?" Jeff said as he gripped the rails. Johnny's car crept closer, and the two SUVs were now about five feet apart. He said a tiny prayer as the car came closer, and moved his legs to dangle them over the side. He did the sign of the cross, and stretched out his legs to have them touch the rim of the window of the other car. He gulped, and then leaped, having one of his hands get the railing to the other SUV. His body twisted against the sudden force, but had Eddie pull his legs in, thankfully. Jeff took the momentum and went in the rest of the way.
"DAMN DAWG!" John Cena yelled while playfully hitting Jeff.
Jeff took deep breaths, his eyes wide. "Thank you, thank you."
"Dang esse, you are one hell of a nut!" Eddie laughed.
"Hey popcorn fart." The Rock said over his cell phone to the only man that could hold the name, The Coach.
"Popcorn fart, ha-ha!" Eugene said with a laugh while clapping his hands.
"ROCK! You should know not to call me that!" Coach yelled, startling everyone that was playing poker in the back, still.
"Did you just yell at The Rock?" Rock questioned.
"Oh shut up Rocky." Sylvain Grenier said.
Rock hung up the cell phone, cutting Coach off. "What did you say to The Rock?"
"I said..."
"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAID!" Eugene yelled at Sylvain, in true Rocky tone.
Chris Jericho took off his headphones, his eyebrow rising at all of them. "Can a man just please listen to his music in peace?"
"Oh would you shut up to, you piece of Canadian crap?" Sylvain muttered.
Chris turned in Sylvain's direction, punching him straight in the jaw. "How about you, you fake Quebec jackass?!"
"Oh great." Rock growled, pulling over as the two in the back got into a slug fest. All the other cars follow, en route.
"Damnit don't these people know that we have to get to Canada as soon as possible?" JBL yelled out as he stopped the car.
Jericho and Grenier, on the other hand, got out of the SUV and started slugging it out again. Everyone realized what was happening, and rushed over to break it up.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Undertaker yelled as he stood in between them.
"You know of how much I hate assclowns!" Jericho yelled.
"Assclown? Look at yourself, I have class." Sylvain said with a grin. Rob Conway came over to agree.
"Oh, look at you two, go off on a Caribbean Cruise and make some Quebec love." Jericho scoffed before getting back into the SUV. Everyone began to file back into their own groups. Before Sylvain got back in, Rock grabbed his shirt to make him stumble backwards. He turned back to face Rock's finger which was pointed to the front seat. Sylvain growled, but got in the passenger seat, as Eugene sat in the back, gasping when he saw Jericho, then Rock got in and the trip to the hotel started.
