As ever, I do not own any of the characters from the WWE roster in this story. They are property of Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon aka moron!
This is kinda a spin off from 'Honey, we are marooned!' so I'm gonna cheap plug my own story, lol! Go and read it because, from time to time, there may be some references to it.
This story is dedicated in loving memory of Rushie (25th July 1992 - 19th July 2006).
Enjoy!
Humming casually to themselves, Shawn Michaels and Triple H were very happy with themselves at the moment. Borderline cocky. After once again embarrassing 'poor' Mr McMahon on international television, pulling his trousers down and flashing his rear end to the Spirit Squad who were o so chuffed that they each in turn kissed his butt, the duo were more than ready for a good evenings rest.
Swinging his car keys nonchalantly around his index finger, Triple H opened the arena door for his partner in crime. However, instead of finding the warm, evening sun beat down on them, they both found something rather different. In fact, something completely opposite...
"Holy..." Triple H chocked.
"Snow? But it's the middle of summer!" Shawn exclaimed.
"Must have come on fast!" Hunter stated.
"You can't see anything in this weather. Where is the car?"
"Just here...next to where you're stood!" Hunter rolled his eyes at his sometimes spacey friend.
"Oh right!" Shawn giggled.
Suddenly, before either man could say anymore, a familiar voice could be heard cursing...
"Where the hell's my car!" he spoke, kicking the snow in the air in frustration.
"Kurt?" Shawn muttered.
"You ok?" Hunter questioned.
"Do I look o fucking k?" Kurt rhetorically yelled.
"No, coz you're wearing shorts in the snow!" Hunter chuckled, spying the green, orange and blue tropical summer wear.
"Ha ha!" Kurt snarled sarcastically. "This snow's so thick, I can't even see where my damn car is!"
"Well, c'mon Shawn, looks like we've gotta go and find the hotel." Hunter nodded at his DX partner.
"Ummm, guys, you're not just gonna leave me here...are you?" Kurt smiled edgily.
"Well, we can't wait here all day while you find your car!" Triple H spoke, attempting to unlock the frozen car door.
"Please...don't!" Kurt begged.
"Why? You're not scared of the dark...are you?" Hunter laughed.
"No, it's just ummm really cold out here!" Kurt lied.
"Besides," Shawn began, placing an arm across Kurt's shoulders "What kind of Christian would I be if I didn't agree to bring Kurt with us?"
"Gee, is this the same Christian who tells people to suck it on a weekly basis!" Triple H joked.
"C'mon Hunter...pwease!" Shawn pleaded on behalf of Kurt, both men bringing out their puppy dog eyes in full force.
"Fine!" Triple H sighed, finally managing to get the car unlocked.
"Thank you!" Kurt gratefully replied, getting in the back of the car on his own.
"Are we actually gonna be able to find the hotel?" Shawn asked, pulling the seat belt over his head.
"Of course we will!" Triple H sniggered "I'm driving so nothing in the world will go wrong!" he continued as Shawn and Kurt gave each other worried glances.
Three hours later...
"Where the fuck are we?" Hunter mumbled.
"I dunno Mr 'I can do it all'!" Kurt scoffed.
"Ha ha, not funny Angle!"
"We can't just drive around all night!" Shawn told.
"I realise that...shit!" Triple H murmured, as the car came to a perfect stop.
"This can't be happening!" Shawn gasped.
"Kurt, get out and push the car!" Triple H demanded.
"Why me?" Kurt pouted.
"Because Shawn has a bad back and I'm steering this car!"
"Still burying people, huh Hunter?" Kurt muttered, slamming the car door as hard as he could before attempting to push the car.
"Besides, why else would I agree to bring him?" Hunter shrugged.
Ten minutes of pushing from behind later (?) Kurt was a little more than weary. Puffing and panting, he stumbled to the drivers side of the car and confronted Triple H head on.
"Keep pushing, baldy!" the Game ordered, keeping his focus on the road ahead.
"Please...10 minutes..." Kurt exhaled heavily "I've lost all feeling in my hands!"
"Oh that's no excuse!" Hunter tutted "C'mon, chop chop!"
"Just a minute!" HBK interrupted "Do you even know where we are going?"
"Like I said; to the hotel!"
"No but where are we now? We've been driving for nearly three and a half hours and have gotten nowhere!" Shawn stated.
"It can't be that much further, can it?" Triple H quizzed.
"I...can't...go...on!" Kurt wrapped his arms around his frozen body.
"Quit complaining!"
"Hunter!" Shawn sternly said. "We can't keep going on like this. It could be miles out of our way!"
"Is that my fault?"
"Yes!"
"Exactly...don't disagree with me Shawn!" Triple H implored.
"L...L...Look!" Kurt pointed.
In the mists of the clouds and snow storms was an 18th Century Gothic mansion situated at the top of a small hill.
"Why don't we go and seek shelter there for the evening?" Shawn suggested.
"Shawn, I want to go to bed in my King sized bed for the King of Kings not some skull encrusted, graveyard!" Hunter disagreed.
"Let's have a vote," HBK began "Who thinks we shouldn't stay there this evening?"
Only Triple H put his hand up.
"Who thinks we should stay there this evening?" Shawn asks, knowing for well that him and Kurt would say yes. "Well that settles that; off to the castle we go!" Shawn giddily replied.
"Keep pushing Kurt!" Triple H sighed, hating that he had lost power.
Next time in 'Things That Go Bump In The Night!'...
What will be in store for Triple H, Shawn Michaels and Kurt Angle as they enter the mansion? Plus, will they be the only wrestlers to come across it?
Check back for more, soon!
Sorry for the short first chapter, they'll get longer, I promise!
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