A/N: URG! I am very, very sorry for not updating this story for two weeks. School has already gotten to me, plus I'm team manager for football now, so by the time I get home I am burned out. But pleeease forgive me, and, ideas are helpful! And time for the answers...

Shannon: Of course, who doesn't? I actually got it when he appeared on RAW to defend Eugene, and it was just too hilarious to pass up.

Jarock: I tried to pick the best wrestlers possible (and I try my hardest not to be judgmental) but I have no clue how I could fit Goldberg into the equation. And plus, I try to put a bit of different personalities to the wrestlers (Ex: Brock acting like a nut =P) I'll think about adding another car, but with more than 10 (I think)...It's nearly impossible to keep track of everything (as stated in other chapters).

Eddie's Angel: TY! =P Amen for someone giving that compliment...I LOVE YOU NOW! J/k...But much love to everyone, and let's get on with the story.


After a long morning of Rock and Eugene going door to door—which actually ending up just being Eugene halfway through. Everyone finally got to their original group close to noon, pissing The Rock off, who wanted to already be on the road two hours ago.

"Dude, where are we at again?" RVD asked anyone in his group who would listen.

Rene Dupree smacked himself across the forehead. "You stupid stoner man, don't you ever read the signs? We are in Alabama! Piece of filth in my gracious opinion."

"Get in the car." Val Venis ordered at Rene, who got went in the SUV in seconds. Val followed, taking a seat and following asleep. Paul London also got in the back, with Lillian throwing magazines into the passenger side and jumping in. Rob got in with a six pack of Mountain Dew that he bought at a gas station nearby.

"Rocky, why don't we go sightseeing? I know that America isn't as good as Quebec but it does have some nice places." Sylvain Grenier asked with in the SUV, with everyone already in.

Rock growled. "What in the hell do you want you piece of crap? Get the hell out of here or tour America?!"

"I go for the first." Chris Jericho spoke up.

"I like hanging out with Rocky!" Eugene said while clapping his hands.

"Shut up you retard." Sylvain snorted, and Chris hit him in the back of his head. "OW!"

"You shut up." Chris said with a scowl.

Rock stared at the two before sighing, rolling down the window, and sticking his head out. "ALRIGHT! Get ready, we're heading out NOW! Who's taking the lead?"

"We are!" John Bradshaw Layfield yelled as he got in the driver's seat. Both Rob Conway and Billy Kidman sighed deeply and grabbed their music players.

Every SUV now followed JBL's as they started off; everyone except the driver's sleeping, again.

Two hours into Day Two and all was running smoothly. The JBL group was actually content, since all were asleep or distracted by other things. Of course, JBL was singing country horribly, since singing wasn't exactly in his genes. But he was the champion, right? Damn straight, and whatever he wanted to do, he would do it in a blink of the eye.

"John!" Michael Cole yelled out with a frustrated sigh.

"What?!"

"There's smoke coming out of the damn hood, did you realize that?"

"Yes I did! But I never saw anything flashing in here so it must be good!"

"Pull this thing over before we get killed!" Michael yelled.

"Fine you pesky rat." JBL scoffed as he pulled the smoking SUV onto the shoulder of the road. Everyone in the SUV woke up and wondered what was going on.

Tazz got out first, going to the front and opening up the hood. "Holy crap!" He shouted as a gust of smoke went in his direction.

"Great!" Chris Benoit shouted as he slammed his door shut when he got out of his car. "Now this! Damnit, John, what in the hell were you doing out there?"

"I was driving you idiot, can't you see that?" JBL replied back.

"Idiot? Mine isn't up in smoke, fool. Figure out what the problem is and let's get back on the road, you got it?"

"And who the hell made you in charge? I'm the champ, remember?"

Chris glared at JBL. "Like that means anything? Champ or not, get your ass back on the road." He walked away and back to his SUV.

"I'll fix it!" Kurt Angle said as he ran over, his eyes bloodshot from the missed sleep, and from crying because of Rico.

"Go for it." JBL mumbled as he got back into the driver's seat, and Kurt went to work under the hood, finding the problem and making sure to take extra time to fix it. About twenty minutes later, he was all finished.

"Okay, I'm done." Kurt said with a sorrow look as he looked back to his SUV to see Rico blowing kisses at him. Charlie Haas hit Rico across the arm and warned him. Kurt walked back to his group and got in the car, flipping off people who were laughing on the way.

The convoy started up once again, but this time everyone was now up and awake. The group of Matt Hardy, Lita, Shawn Michaels, Rosey, The Hurricane and Rhyno played their own version of karoake, whichever song was on the radio they had to sing to—no matter if they knew the song or not. It was Rosey's turn, and he was singing along to Britney Spears "Toxic," with everyone laughing their heads off to his rendition.

"Man, what are we going to eat?" John Cena asked as he felt and heard his stomach growl.

"Oh man, how about we get some Mexican food! Go to a fiesta and get some sombreros!" Eddie Guerrero said while laughing.

"Nah man, if we gonna have somethin', it's gotta be Italian." Nunzio said as Johnny nodded.

Kenzo Suzuki cursed in Japanese. "Food? Japanese!"

"Oh shut up you sushi shit!" John said in Kenzo's direction.

Eddie grabbed his cell phone and called Rock.

"Hello?" Rock answered his cell phone, and turned down the volume to the DVD player, which he sacrificed his own money on for the sake of the trip.

"Hey Rocky, I just want to know where we are eating for lunch, esse."

"You decide." Rock said while yawning.

"Mexican it is!" Eddie said, and then hung up before Rock had a chance to speak.

Rock raised an eyebrow as he heard the receiver go silent, then closed up the phone and looked at the signs, mainly for restaurants. He was lucky enough to find one within a minute, and decided to take the lead.

"What the hell is he doing?" JBL yelled as he accelerated, going into the other lane to pass Rock's car and the speed limit by a lot. "I'm lead!"

In an instant, he heard sirens blaring right beside him once he got in front of Rock's car, and banged his head on the back of the headrest. He looked over to hope it was some sort of illusion, but saw the cop car, and pulled over quickly. Every other SUV trailed a bit behind then finally came to a stop.

"License and registration, sir." The officer said when JBL rolled down the window.

"Uh, here's my license, officer." JBL said as he handed it to him. "But I have no registration. This is a rental, and I'm taking it to Arizona, then to Canada."

"Okay, then." The officer scanned the license. "Mr. Layfield." He said as he went over to his patrol car, then noticing the other identical SUVs closely behind. He got into the car, and called for backup.

Meanwhile, everyone else seemed to watch, amused.

"Damnit! This does not happen to me! I'm a businessman, and a wrestler!" He whined.

Rock laughed as he watched JBL peek his head out the window as he saw more cop cars coming. "You know, maybe I should've told the idiot I was taking the lead."

Chris Jericho shrugged. "Pompous ass deserves it."

More cars came immediately, not surprising anyone. They put the cars between the main patroller and the other SUVs. Meanwhile, the officer got out of the car and went back over to JBL. "Would you please step out of the car with your hands up."

"What?" JBL asked, mortified. "This is a rental, I swear!"

"Sir! Step out of the car, now!" He yelled.

"Fine." JBL growled before opening the car door, getting out with his hands in the air. The officer looked inside to see the other wrestlers either shaking their heads in disbelief or laughing to themselves.

Another officer came over from the supporting units, looked around, and then went to his ear. "Don't you know these are wrestlers?"

"Yeah." The officer said with a grin. "I'm just going to give this one a little shit for speeding." He turned to JBL. "Put your hands behind your back."

JBL sighed and did what he was told, as the other officer cuffed him up and put him in back of the patrol car.

The officer looked into the car. "Just come to the department which is about ten minutes away, and pick him up. This won't go on his record, but it should teach him to not speed. Have a nice day, all."