Disclaimer: I disclaim

Spoilers/Summary: See first chapter.

Notes: Concerning pairings- I'm trying something new as far as this goes. Just remember the scripts that they have.. Suffice it to say, this piece is a mix of scripted and non-scripted. Sparks may (read: will) fly between a few 'off-screen'.

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WWE Corporate Headquarters- Stamford, Connecticut; Two days later

Although they had been the last to arrive on Tuesday, Trish and Lita were the first to arrive on Thursday. Or so they had thought; for no sooner had the two Diva's taken a seat on the sidewalk did a figure come leaping out of the bush. Chris Jericho grinned innocently as he squished himself between the pair, an arm draping companionably over their shoulders. Not long after, Christian also made his presence known, but in a less subtle manner than his Canadian brethren. He settled himself on the other side of Lita, the four waiting on in the morning chill for the arrival of the others.

"You sure are here early," Chris mused to the Diva's, "And what's this? No full suitcases? I'm shocked."

Lita rolled her eyes, grabbing her script from her backpack. She rolled it up, brandishing it at the blonde man. "Unless you want to eat script? Keep your smart ass comments to yourself."

"Rowr," Chris smirked, "Still not a morning person eh?"

"Not exactly," Trish rubbed the bridge of her nose, sunglasses shielding her bloodshot eyes. "Matt, Jeff, Shane and Shannon decided to give us a send off party last night."

Christian raised an eyebrow, "How much did you two end up drinking?"

"Enough," Lita replied vaguely, her own eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "So.. Did either of you look over your scripts?"

"Yup," Chris tugged his script from the side pocket of his gym bag, "Apparently I've been typecast as the class clown."

Trish sent the blonde man a wry smile, "You mean ass clown right?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "That's not fair .. If the two of you get to make smart ass comments and I can't."

"Anyway, Christian?" the redhead swept her hair from her face, "What about you?"

The Kitchner native smirked, "They're re-uniting us apparently.." at the confused faces, he elaborated, "I'm his partner in crime."

Trish raised an eyebrow, "But you're Captain Charisma- wouldn't that make Jerky the sidekick?"

Christian shrugged, "Not sure really.. But Vince decided to give us a third person.. Aid in the mischief and mayhem."

Lita groaned, "Just what the rest of us need .. The two of you having permission from Vince to be complete troublemakers.. And a third person?"

"Third person for what?" Victoria queried as she stood before them, "And when did you all get here?"

Christian made a face, "Genius over there.." he thumbed towards Chris, "Decided it would be a great idea to get here two hours early."

"Ouch," the raven haired woman commented as she took a seat, "And Li and Trish?"

"We got here.. About five minutes ago," Trish paused, sweeping her hair from her face. "I think anyway."

"I passed by Dawn on the interstate," Victoria mentioned then, "I think Torrie was with her."

The redhead smirked, "We'll be able to hear Eddie's low rider long before he gets here soo.."

"Hey Vi?" Trish sent a glance to her side, "Have you read over your script?"

"Kinda, sorta," Victoria shrugged as she brought her script out, "I'm playing 'bold and adventurous'."

"You too?" Lita grinned, "I wonder if we'll go alone or.."

"I'm sure we'll find out when everyone else is here," Christian shrugged, "And by the looks of it.. There's Dawn and Torrie."

"Hey girls!" Torrie waved as she made her way over, "And guys."

"Morning everyone," Dawn sent a smile as she and Torrie opted to stand before the group. "What's up?"

"Trying to stay awake," Lita grimaced, "And discussing what our scripts have in store for us."

The blonde Diva made a face, "Nothing new for me. I'm playing 'damsel in distress'."

Victoria's nose wrinkled in distaste, "Sorry to hear that Torrie."

"Yeah well, goes with the territory or whatever," She rolled her eyes then, "What about the rest of you?"

"Bold and adventurous," Lita gestured between herself and Victoria, "And those two," she motioned between Chris and Christian, "Are the resident troublemakers."

The New Jersey native raised an eyebrow, "Am I the only one being subjected to a romance angle?"

Lita blinked, "With who?"

"Triple H actually," Dawn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "It should be.. Interesting."

Chris snorted, "Interesting is not a word I would use.. More like disgusting and just.."

Trish rolled her eyes, "Well you're not the only one Dawn.. I'm slated for one too."

"Oh?" Dawn inclined her chin, "And who's your on-screen interest?"

"Hola! Mamacita's!" Eddie grinned as he and Rey exited the low rider, "Hey listen Chavo- this better make it back in one piece, essa."

Chavo nodded, turning the wheel quickly as he sped out of the parking lot.

"Hey ladies," Rey sent a grin to those gathered, "And gentlemen."

"Hey guys," Lita sent a grin to the two, "So almost all of us are here.. Now we're just waiting on Trips, Bischoff, John and Randy."

"I could do without Trips or Bischoff," Chris smirked then, "But it'll be fun.. The script doesn't say who I can and can't prank."

Eddie wiggled his eyebrows, "So you're one of the troublemakers, holmes? I don't know what Vince was thinking."

Christian smirked, "With the three of us? I just wonder how much leeway we'll have."

"Oh Lord help us all," Dawn shook her head at the two, "Rey? What are you being typecast as?"

"Bold and adventurous," The Cruiserweight shrugged his shoulders, setting his gym bag down. "It should be fun.. I guess."

Victoria grinned, "Of course it will be! Me an' Li are also the 'bold and adventurous' ones."

"Hey y'all." John lifted his hand in greeting, "Ready to get this show on the road?"

Torrie waved in turn, the blonde Diva opting to take a seat next to Victoria. "Well, technically we can't leave just yet.. Bischoff, Hunter and-"

"Good morning," Randy interrupted as he joined the assembled. "I say we just leave without Bischoff and Helmsley."

"Here, here." Chris nodded his approval, "It'll make things a lot more pleasant without those two along."

Victoria rolled her eyes, "So.. What have the two of you been typecast as?"

John raised an eyebrow, "Say what?"

"Your scripts." Dawn shook her head, "You know- those stapled sheets of paper that Vince sent us home with?"

The West Newbury native grabbed his script from the side pocket of his gym bag, "Well.. I didn't really take a look at it."

Trish extended a hand, "Let me see." the Canadian Diva lifted her sunglasses slightly, eyes skimming briefly over the script. "Hmm, looks like you're stuck with Victoria, Rey and Li."

John's face etched in confusion, the brown haired man taking his script back then. "Doin' what?"

"We're the 'bold and adventurous' ones." Rey informed him as he squished between Chris and Lita. "Pretty much all the wild and crazy junk."

Victoria nodded in confirmation, the raven haired woman opening her mouth to question Randy when a black limo, then a white limo pulled up to the curb.

"Oh they have arrived," Chris rolled his eyes, "Let the rejoicing begin."

"Oh you're all here," Bischoff set his bag down on the pavement, "I can't tell you I'm looking forward to this-"

"Neither are we."

"But, while we're on this 'vacation', may I remind you? My word is law."

"Only within limits," Lita grinned coyly, "You're there to supervise.. The scripts dictate the flow."

Hunter's bag exited first, the Cerebral Assassin following shortly after. "Hmm." was all he offered, as he shut the door of the limo.

"All I have to say?" Torrie sent a cautious look to the blonde man, then to Dawn. "Good luck."

The brunette Diva opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off when two mini-vans pulled into the parking lot. A car was ahead of them, said car stopping just in front of the gathered wrestlers and Divas. Gym bags and backpacks were shifted, some standing while others remained seated.

"Good morning!" Vince McMahon boomed as he exited the car, "I trust you've all read over your scripts?"

"When you say 'bold and adventurous'-"

"It's detailed in the itinerary and in the master script." Vince re-assured with a smile, "I just hope none of you are afraid of heights."

"Master script?" Bischoff sent a questioning glance to the Chairman. "And just where is this master script?"

"I'll give that to you, on the way to the airport." Vince sent a glance to the mini-vans. "Red van- Torrie, Dawn, Chris, Christian, Hunter and Eddie. Eric? You come with me, all of you lets get a move on. You need to be in Miami by noon."

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If possible, they blinked in near unison; Trish, Victoria and Lita finally standing, the Diva trio grasping their bags as they stood. Packing the luggage- despite the absence of suitcases- proved to be harder than they thought. As it were, each of them had brought one full gym bag and one backpack each; Torrie, Dawn and Trish adding their purses to the cache. As it were, Dawn's gym bag ended up on Eddie's lap in the backseat, Torrie's backpack ended up in the other van. Chris and Christian took the middle seat, Eddie's gym bag occupied the passengers, while Hunter took the liberty of commandeering the vehicle. Off in the other van; Trish, Lita and Torrie's backpack took the back seat, Rey in the passengers with Victoria at the wheel. And in the middle, John and Randy found themselves toting two overstuffed gym bags each.

"Dang woman," John sent an annoyed look to the two Diva's behind him. "What did you pack? Bricks?"

Lita and Trish rolled their eyes, the blonde Diva querying, "Who's bag do you have?"

"I got Lita's."

"For your information," Lita lifted her sunglasses briefly, "Shane kindly loaned me some of his DVD's, plus I had to pack my CD's, a CD player, magazines and besides-" she sent a pointed look to the Canadian Diva. "It's not nearly as much as she packed."

"I'll say." Randy raised an eyebrow as the vehicle followed behind the red van. "I mean really Trish- we're going for six months, not six years."

Trish stuck out her tongue, "Well they might be providing our wardrobe, but that's no guarantee on shoes or purses."

"So did anyone take a look at the itinerary?" Victoria sent a glance back via the rear view mirror. "I mean, all we know is that we're heading to Miami."

"We're staying overnight," Rey mentioned then, "Tomorrow we take off for the Bahamas."

"Well that makes sense to stay overnight, but what are we doing in Miami?"

"I dunno," Rey shrugged his shoulders, "An my script is in my bag.. Which is buried at the bottom of the pile in the trunk."

"We'll find out I'm sure," Trish shrugged, the blonde woman leaning back in her seat. "All that really matters now- we're going on a vacation to die for."

"With Bischoff and Hunter."

"But still, yeah it sucks we aren't wrestling for awhile.." The Canadian Diva tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm still looking forward to it though."

Meanwhile, in the other van..

"You know, there's this pedal called 'gas'." Chris rolled his eyes from his spot, "That's actually pretty helpful when you're trying to keep up with the lead car."

Hunter ignored the Canadian man, "There's also this thing called morning traffic- and in case you didn't notice? We're getting caught up in it."

"Excuses, excuses.." Chris scoffed, re-adjusting the gym bag on his lap. "Maybe if I lighten the load a little bit.."

"Don't even think it." Hunter glared in warning, "That is -my- bag."

"All the more reason to lighten the load," The blonde man grinned impishly, "lets see what we have in here.."

"I wonder," Eddie kicked back in his seat, "We're supposedly getting paid for this.. But how are we getting paid?"

Christian sent him a questioning look, "Meaning?"

"Like in money or in other ways?" Latino Heat snorted, "I wouldn't be too surprised if Vince tries to say that the vacation is payment enough."

Chris snorted, "Don't tell me Triple H has bunny slippers?"

"So?"

The blonde man laughed, "And did you remember do bring your bwankie?"

Hunter scoffed, "Those are my lucky rabbit's feet."

Christian snickered, "Yeah okay.. Lucky rabbit's feet my ass."

"Fluffy and pink, none the less." Chris shook his head, "We haven't even gotten on the plane- and already I'm enjoying this trip."

"Umm, Torrie?" Dawn sent a glance back to the blonde Diva, "If Rey and John are the 'bold and adventurous'.. those three are the troublemakers.. Who's going to 'save' the 'damsel in distress'?"

"I'll save you Mamacita." Eddie winked to the Idaho native, "I'll be your knight in the shining low rider."

Christian sent a glance around, or as best he could. "So, does anyone know what we're doing in Miami?"

"No clue, holmes." Latino Heat shrugged his shoulders, "But I'm sure we'll find out eventually."

"Attention-"

"What the hell?" Hunter blinked at the radio, "How the-"

"In case you're wondering," Vince continued on the radio, "All three vehicles are linked.. Like the same system truckers use."

Trish raised an eyebrow in the other van, "I wonder if he heard us.."

"When you all arrive in Miami, you're going to be having some 'friendly' competitions. Now, teams are as follows: your van mates are your team mates. We'll have ourselves a game of beach volleyball, a tug of war and an obstacle course."

Lita rolled her eyes, "Oh, this should be -loads- of fun."

"Also today, you'll have your first photo shoot. Unlike other photo shoots for this trip- this one will be Diva's only."

Chris raised an eyebrow at the radio, "We have to participate in photo shoots?"

"Reservations have already been made for a farewell dinner. Your attire has been provided for you and is waiting in your hotel rooms. You're all set to leave tomorrow morning, on a Carnival cruise-"

Trish and Lita exchanged a look, "Now that sounds like fun."

"The cruise itinerary should be the first three pages in your packets. You'll have a few times throughout the day where you'll be needed on camera, but for the most part- you're free to do what you please-"

"I -really- like the sound of that."

"Within reason." he paused, "Further information will be provided by Mr. Bischoff when you arrive in Miami. We should be arriving in New York any moment now, to meet up with the camera crew and of course, to board the plane."

"Oh yeah," Eddie grinned, "We have a private jet!"

"This plane will be your second home for the duration of your travels. Of course, you'll have appropriate accommodations-"

Chris snorted, "That doesn't sound very promising."

"And transportation while you're on this tour. A second plane will also be accompanying you, to accommodate the wardrobes."

Dawn raised a brow, "We're going to need that much?"

"Just remember- should you have any questions at all, Mr. Bischoff is at your disposal. That will be all."

"Friendly competitions, huh?" Lita rolled her eyes, "That part at least should be interesting."

Randy nodded in agreement, "Well I sure as hell don't plan on losing."

Victoria smirked, "I wonder what this obstacle course is.. I mean, tug of war, beach volleyball, sure.. That's all good, but obstacle course?"

Trish scoffed, "Please, we'll win. I mean- just look at us."

"I don't 'bout y'all?" John sat back in the seat, "But I can't wait to see what this plane looks like."

"Yeah really," Rey grinned from the passengers seat, "Lets just hope Vince didn't skimp out, ya know?"

"We'll find out soon enough," Randy pointed to the signs they passed, "We're at the airport now."

They all fell silent then, Victoria keeping behind the red van until they reached the parking lot. Bags were re-distributed, Rey, Eddie, Chris and Christian grabbing luggage carts for the group. They made their way through the airport, Vince and Eric taking the lead while the Diva's took the middle. Soon enough, they reached the designated terminal, and as Vince had promised- a camera crew was there to greet them. Also as promised, there was a second plane waiting beside the private jet. The Chairman did one last check for passports before he sent the crew off for the first leg of their trip: destination- Miami, Florida.