A/N: Not long, but to get everyone caught up. Hope you enjoy!


"So how much did you guys miss me? Admit it," JBL said with the cockiest grin he could force on his face as they started off once again. This time, it was Michael Cole driving, not once person in the SUV or the whole trip even trusted JBL with the wheel anymore.

"You wish!" Rob Conway spat out and rubbed his forehead angrily. "I swear I better be back in France soon enough!" The French accent included in his speech had everyone about to kill him.

"Good God you sound like a damn weasel getting run over by a semi," Billy Kidman mumbled as he read through his magazine, not looking up when Rob shot him a glare.

"Well I-I-I'm not the one having to strive on Rey Mysterio to get a match!" Conway growled back, and his insult was laughed at by everyone.

"Weasel," Kidman mumbled once again as he fell asleep.

JBL took the opportunity to put in one of his country CDs, beginning to sing along before Cole ejected the CD and proceeded to throw it out the window.

"Hey, look, Cole has balls!" JBL laughed but then scowled at the scrawny man.

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"WHOA!" Kenzo Suzuki, picking up another one of his learned English words, blurted out as the shiny disc went flying past their truck. He almost lost control of the vehicle as the shiny object filled his mind and vision.

"Dude!" John Cena yelled and hit Kenzo on the shoulder. "Eyes ahead, you dumbass!"

"I swear with this clueless driving, how are we ever going to make it to Canada?" Nunzio pointed out the obvious.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, short stick," Johnny Stamboli said and hit his head on the car window, a trait which was becoming a favorite for many of the superstars.

Cena and Eddie Guerrero looked at each other quizzically for a moment after hearing the comment, but neither said a thing.

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"Keep your damn hands off me!" Kurt Angle cried as he gripped the steering wheel even tighter than before, his knuckles already an ungodly shade of white.

"Why, sweetie poodums?" Rico asked in a flattering tone which had Torrie Wilson and Miss Jackie in hysterics. "You know you like it!" He squealed.

"You wish!" Kurt growled, swiping Rico's hand away as it tried to inch closer.

"Stop it!" Charlie Haas cried from the way back. Even though he wasn't even going through the torture Angle was, just being his partner and putting up with the stuff was enough.

"Oh Charlie," Jackie turned around and showed a puppy dog face, one that won him over. "Let it continue," She said quietly.

"Fine," He grumbled, and put in some ear plugs.

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"OHHHH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!" Rosey sang along to the tune of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" to the 'karaoke car'. The rest were already crying from laughing so much.

"Who's next?" Matt Hardy asked in between laughs as he tried to concentrate on the road, having a hard enough time already.

"Me!" The Hurricane yelled from the back.

"What will it be?" Lita asked, pulling out her huge CD holder.

"Hmm," Hurricane went into thought, tapping his forehead. "Snoop Dogg!"

"Oh God," Shawn Michaels said as he was trying not to laugh at Hurricane's selection.

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"I think I might commit suicide after hearing that," Sylvain Grenier complained as he listened to the karaoke car.

"Amen!" Chris Jericho rejoiced, leading to Eugene clapping along. "You have absolutely no idea how long I've waited for you to say that!"

"Really? Wait until I kick your ass, you no-good-can't-wrestle-worth-crap-Canadian!" Sylvain shot back.

"Aren't you supposed to be from Quebec, smartass?" Jericho asked with a grin on his face.

"So? I didn't mean it for Canadians in general, you fool!"

"Right, you said that to make sure you didn't look like a jackass!"

"Did not!"

"Eugene!"

Eugene hit Sylvain in the back of the head, something he learned from Chris at one of the many stops already in the trip. Sylvain looked at Eugene, amazed.

"Don't treat Chris like that, you meanie!" Eugene yelled.

Chris just grinned as Sylvain looked like he was ready to explode.

"Okay, that's enough! The Rock says you three better shut the hell up before I pull this over and lay the smack down on all of your candy asses!"

"Oh God, not third person!" Chris mocked with a grin, before a back of the hand to the head from Grenier momentarily stunned him. "You bastard!" He growled, punching Grenier as a fight started out.

"DAMN IT!" Rock hit the steering wheel before pulling off the road, opening his door and walking out calmly, or as calm as he could as he walked around to the other side, opening the rear passenger door, just in time as the two fighting spilled out and began to go at it on the ground. Rock just watched, amused, as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned on the SUV.

"This is it!" Triple H screamed as he got out of the SUV. In a matter of a minute, every truck was on the shoulder and wrestlers were getting out. "What in the living hell!"

"Just let them go," Rock snorted as he looked at Triple H.

"Can you believe it? This is like the fifteenth time we've stopped since we've been on the road!" Paul Heyman yelled in a fit.

"What?"

"SHUTUP!" Thirty voices aimed at Steve Austin, as he showed an amused grin.

"Okay, get these two off," Undertaker said as he showed his authority, helping pull Jericho off of Grenier as Grenier was restrained by HHH and Ric Flair.

"Alright, you," Rock pointed to Jericho. "Get back into the truck," He said as Jericho got in, not before spitting at Sylvain, though. "And you get in with Evolution, NOW!" Rock yelled at Grenier, as the forces packed into their trucks.

Stacy Keibler groaned as she would have to cope with another arrogant guy.