"Orton!" Triple H gasped, fuming to see his former protégé stood in the doorway of his hotel room "What the hell do you want!"
"Oh, glad I got the right room!" the third generation superstar replied, dragging in his luggage and smiling to Shawn.
"How dare you come in here and wake us up like this!" Hunter roared, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Ummm, Hunter, we weren't asleep!" Shawn muttered, sitting up in bed.
"Dammit Shawn, just be quiet for one minute while I find out what this little punk is doing in here!" Hunter yelled, flinging his arms into the air.
"I was just to ask the same question, only directed at the two of you!" Randy smirked, perching on his suit case, casually flicking through FHM magazine.
Hunter had had enough. He knocked the magazine aggressively out of Randy's hands before getting close to his face. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"There are no rooms left in any of the hotels in the local area. The guy at the desk said that there were two wrestlers here and I explained you were friends so he gave me the number and here I am!"
"Lets get one thing straight; we have not been friends for years, ever since you chose to turn your back on me when I needed you!"
Agitated, Orton stood. "Bullshit! You only wanted me and Batista to save your ass! We were nothing more than puppets to you who you could manipulate for his own benefit!"
Hunter paused. He couldn't lie. He knew it was the truth. Rubbing a hand over his stubble, he glanced at Orton and then again at Shawn.
HBK broke the silence "Are you serious that there are no rooms left?"
"Yep." he nodded, retaking his seat on the suit case.
"I don't have a problem with you staying here..." Shawn shrugged.
"Neither do I as long as you keep your trap shut!" Hunter warned, lying down next to Shawn again.
"This is a great room!" Randy grinned, strolling into the bathroom. "You even have a Jacuzzi!"
"We know!" Shawn and Hunter replied.
"Too bad there's a power cut on or I would go for a dip in that myself."
"Earth to simpleton!" Triple H mocked, waving his hand in front of Randy's face "You don't have rights to anything in this room; only me and Shawn do."
"Yeah but he's our guest!" HBK tried to rationalise.
"Maybe to you." Triple H sulked.
As the three men sat in silence, the phone started to ring at the side of the bed. Reluctantly rolling over, Shawn picked up the receiver. "Hello...yes, speaking...yes...ok...ten minutes?...Thank you."
"What was that all about?" Triple H curiously asked.
"I dunno, there's a meeting in ten minutes, apparently it's urgent."
"What, a WWE meeting?" Randy inquired.
"No, one for the whole hotel. I dunno, it sounds pretty bad. There was background noise and everything. Kids crying."
"Ok, lets get dressed and see what's going on." Hunter decided, pulling out a pair of jeans from his bag.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, Shawn, Randy and Triple H were sat in the underground meeting room in the hotel with the other guests. Looking nervously around, images of children being comforted by their parents were being displayed. 'Must be because it's late.' Randy thought naively.
"Shawn! Hunter! Randy!" a voice cried, waving his arms manically in the air.
"Carlito? Kurt Angle? What are you guys doing here?"
"We were looking for a hotel to stay in since our rooms here were deleted..." Kurt began.
"Ours were too!" Hunter interjected, taking a seat next to the Olympic Gold Medallist.
"We were about to leave when a Police Officer shoved us back in and told us to come down here."
"I heard something bad was happening." Carlito piped up.
Before long, an Army officer entered the room clutching a file of papers. Clearing his throat, he began to speak, reading the paper held in his hands.
"Thank you all for coming here. This is direct news. As from 10:15pm, Detroit was declared under Martial Law by one Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon for undisclosed reasons, at this time. Under Martial Law, until given the all clear, no one can leave this building. Everyone much obey the strict rules granted. Leaflets will be handed out within the next few minutes. Food shall be on short supply, and rationed as of now. No one can eat, bath or embark in other energy or other resource activities without a permit. Anyone who does so shall be retained under Police Arrest. Any weapons or dangerous articles should be handed in immediately or the owner shall face death." he stated, glaring at the horrified faces in front of him.
"No way! Martial Law?" Hunter gasped.
"Dat...dat's no cool!" Carlito sneered, tossing an apple from his pocket, taking a bite from it...uh oh!
"You, curly top, you're under arrest!" the Army Officer pointed as to police marched over to him, grabbing his arms behind him.
"Don't take him!" Shawn pleaded "That's his gimmick...he can't help it!"
"Enough is enough. We take orders from McMahon and only from McMahon!" one of the policemen reported monotonously as he dragged poor Carlito away.
"We'll save you!" Kurt yelled after him.
"Ummm, no we won't!" Hunter spoke.
"Really?" Shawn questioned with a shocked expression on his face. "Oh yeah, we won't."
"In the mean time," the Army officer said "Go back to your hotel rooms. Collect your leaflets on the way out and we'll up date you on the situation as frequently as possible."
"Great, honey, we are marooned!" Orton chuckled, glancing over at Triple H who was less than impressed to have received a sweet nickname.
"Kurt, are you coming back to our room?" Shawn asked, turning to face him.
"Well, I wouldn't want to be a burden on you...oh alright!" he grinned, trying to make the best of the situation.
All four men made their way back to room 747. Placing his luggage down, Kurt went to inspect the decadent bathroom.
"Oh wow, you guys have a Jacuzzi!"
"We know!" the other three men yelled.
"This is useless!" Hunter shook his head "There must be something that the 'authorities' are hiding. Why would McMahon impose Martial Law on the town anyway? He doesn't have the right to!"
"When you are Mr. McMahon, anything goes." Kurt raised his eyebrows, as he took a cheeky look in the fridge.
"I dunno, something seems awfully suspicious." Shawn spoke.
"What about calling someone?" Randy suggested.
"Nah, they've probably cut the phone lines off." Hunter snarled, lifting the receiver to his ear. "Yep, dead as a dodo!"
"What about mobiles?" HBK suggested "Perhaps Stephanie knows what's going on."
"Hang on..." Triple H delved in his pockets to find his phone. "Nah, there's no signal."
"Fuck!" Orton mumbled.
"Guys, is anyone...scared?" Kurt cowered.
"No, no of course not!" Shawn, Triple H and Randy all muttered incoherently.
"I miss my fiancé!" Randy sobbed.
"I miss my wife and children!" Shawn agreed.
"I miss my wife and foetus!" Triple H slumped.
"Guys, we have to make the best of this we can't just sit here moping about. We have to make this fun!" Kurt implored.
"How do you suggest we do that?" Triple H looked up.
"I dunno...ummm, lets play a game!"
"No way! It's midnight. I nearly killed myself out there tonight against the Spirit Squad and their inability to wrestle. I want bed!" Triple H said, rolling the covers back.
"Yeah, I agree. If anything happens, they'll let us know."Shawn decided.
"Ok. We need to think about how to rescue Carlito!" Kurt remembered.
"Let me sleep on it!" Shawn mumbled, well on his way to dream land.
Coming up in 'Honey, we are marooned!'...
More wrestlers arrive to stay in room 747 but how did they get in the building? Vince McMahon releases details on the Martial Laws plus when Carlito gets a cell buddy, can they combine their knowledge to be set free?
Check back for more soon!