As the sunshine gleamed through the silk curtains of room 747, only Shawn was left sleeping. Kurt was talking to Randy as Hunter showered.
"This is a weird situation!" Randy semi-laughed.
"Four wrestlers locked in one room. Yeah, most women's fantasy!"
Before either man could say anymore, the phone started to bleep. Awoken by the noise, HBK reached over to answer the call.
"Hello? Ok, again...sure will. Half an hour? Great, bye."
"Morning Shawn." Kurt greeted.
"What was that all about?" The Game asked, peering from around the door.
"We are needed back in the meeting room in half an hour. At ten thirty there's gonna be a news report given by Vince."
"By Vince?" Randy puzzled.
"Apparently so!" Shawn stretched.
"Sounds like we could be here a while!" Triple H glanced up from drying his blonde locks.
As they made their ways down the corridors, it was suspiciously quiet; everyone was whispering, making all four men feel uneasy. Once again entering the meeting room, Army officers stood next to a wide screen television, their arms folded. Their expressions were hostile yet alert as they examined everyone suspiciously who was in the room.
At 10.30 exactly, one of the men switched the television on before re-folding his arms. An image of Vince McMahon's face filled the screen.
"Hello. I'm Vincent Kennedy McMahon, Chairman of World Wrestling Entertainment and soon to be the world. As you know, now, the whole country is under Martial Law. For any hope of it breaking free from this, you must obey everything that I say. You must not obey the rules of D Generation X! Shawn Michaels, Triple H and anyone else who dare join their crusade in order to embarrass or destroy me, it isn't going to work. You two are the reason for me doing this. That and, well, everyone who isn't an employee of mine must do as I say, dammit! Meet your new leaders, the nWo!"
With that, the camera zoomed out of Vince's face and onto the three men stood behind him; Scott Hall, Kevin Nash and Hulk Hogan. Dressed from head to toe in their nWo gear, all three men smirked, tearing their gloves over their fingers.
"What?" Shawn muttered, turning to face Triple H "Has he lost his faculties completely?"
"That happened ages ago!" he mumbled in response, the whole hotel turning to face the two men.
"And, DX, I know exactly where you are. It's only a matter of time. You've got no chance in hell." Vince beamed evilly, leering over the desk.
"Lets get back to the room!" Shawn exclaimed.
"No one can leave the building. You are trapped!" the ripped Army officer stated, removing his glasses to reveal a stone cold look in his eyes.
Running a hand through his hair, Shawn was becoming increasingly more worried. Was Vince having a laugh? What was going on? Was the whole country really under Martial Law? And, more importantly, were his family alright?
Once back in the security of their hotel room, all four men pondered their options.
"Is he for real?" Randy gawped.
"Nah, I've seen that look in Vince's eyes before. You guys are in trouble!" Kurt warned.
"The storyline, it's dominating his life!" Shawn gasped, sitting carefully on the bed, rubbing his temples.
"We have to try and get you out of here." Kurt decided.
"Well, Shawn, Hunter, it's been great knowing you!" Randy smiled edgily, heading over to the door way, picking up his luggage.
"Oh no, you aren't leaving us!" Hunter stated, dragging the Legend Killer back by his collar.
"We are just that; trapped like bees in a jar." Shawn shook his head in utter shock.
"We'll get you guys out of here. Won't we Randy?" Kurt sternly questioned.
"We will...oh yeah, ha, we will!"
A few moments of silence later, a knock came at the door.
"Oh my God, that's Vince!" Shawn spluttered, breathing heavily.
"Calm! Randy, listen to me carefully, go to the door and ask who it is. If it's Vince, you tell him that we are not here. Wait till we get in the bathroom!" Hunter stated rationally, leading HBK into the other section of their room.
Randy opened the door, only to find someone that he wasn't anticipating. "Hello...Mick Foley?"
"And Mr Socko!" he giggled, pulling the dirty sock from his pants.
"Oh great, it's you!" Triple H sarcastically said.
"Hey, it's better than it being Vinney Mac!" Foley smirked. "What's in there?" he redirected his attentions, entering the bathroom. "Wow, you have a Jacuzzi!"
"We know!" the other four men rolled their eyes.
"Neat room. Mind if I stay in here a while?"
"As long as you help us think of a way to get out then yes." Shawn nodded cautiously, returning to his seat on the end of the bed.
Meanwhile, Carlito was sat all alone in his cell. He was starving an in desperate need of his 5 a day apple regime! Tapping his knees together, he looked to the ceiling for inspiration. 'There must be a way out of here!' he mused to himself.
Suddenly, the giant iron door flung open. The surly looking office guard stumbled into the room. "Here you go, a friend of you!" he slurred, obviously under the influence of alcohol.
"Carlito?" the gruff voice quizzed.
"Undertaker! What are you doing here?" he stood, at least a little glad to see a familiar face.
"I tombstoned one of the army officers for not letting me out of the town! You?"
"Eating an apple. Hey, why are you on the death sentence, you are the dead man, you can't be killed?" Carlito wondered, slumping against the wall, closely followed by the Undertaker.
"Huh, what the don't know won't kill them!" Taker grinned.
In hotel room 747, the remaining five men were getting bored with trying to figure out a way of getting Shawn and Triple H out of harms way.
"I bet Mr Socko has an idea, don't you boy?" Mick Foley grinned, holding the puppet to his ear.
"Cram it!" Hunter sternly spoke.
"Let's play a game!" Foley continued, not in the slightest bit intimidated by the King of Kings threat. "Let's play I spy!"
"Ok, I'll go first." Orton decided. "I spy with my little eye something beginning with 'L'."
"Lamp?" Kurt shrugged.
"Nope."
"Light bulb?" Shawn guessed.
"Nope."
"I give up." Shawn sighed.
"Loser!" Randy sniggered, pointing at Mick Foley.
"Ha, I almost remember why I liked you in the first place, Orton!" Triple H chuckled.
"Really?"
"I did say almost!"
However, another knock came at the door. Randy did the same as he had done before with Shawn and Triple H disappearing into the bathroom.
"It's ok, the powers completely out, they've just delivered candles and a lighter." Randy told his room mates.
"This is ridiculous!" Shawn commented "We can't keep disappearing into the bathroom every time there's a knock at the door."
"I agree. We need to think of something." Triple H nodded, rubbing his growing facial hair.
But before they could even debate any new plans, the door was torn open and a muscular figure bounded into the room...
Next time in 'Honey, we are marooned!'...
Are Shawn and Triple H free? Who was the face at the door? Are Carlito and the Undertaker able to co-exist?
Check back for more, soon!