The next morning, Mick Foley woke Randy, Kurt and Batista up at the butt crack of dawn. He had kept the three men unusually quiet through out the morning. However, he may have just blown Mr. McMahon's plans...
Flashback: Last night.
Mick had just finished bathing. He was nice and clean and his usually crimped hair was dead straight. Strolling back into the bedroom, he was very quiet so that he wouldn't wake the others. Taking his walkie talkie from his pocket, he checked to make sure the others were fast asleep. Yet, what he didn't know was, Kurt was just pretending to be asleep; his eyes and ears were still fully alert.
"Hello, Mr. McMahon? Yep, this is Foley...yeah, they're all fast asleep in la la land...the plan for tomorrow? Oh yeah, it's gonna work brilliantly. I'm sure they will come around to our way of thinking!...DX? Yeah, they must have been gone for like 5 hours now. They were heading to find you...the has-been kid said that they'd get to the bottom of this if it's the last thing they ever do...yes, I'm sure it will be too! Ok, see you tomorrow. Bye!"
End of Flashback.
Kurt knew that Foley didn't fully have his wits about him...not that he ever did of course but he knew that, while Mick wasn't the sharpest knife in the draw, it was still pretty careless of him to say that in front of them. Kurt, Randy and Batista were all sat next to each other on the bed when Foley made an announcement.
"Man, I'm starving. I'm gonna go and get some food. Anyone else want any? Good, ok, see you fools in a minute!" he chuckled, exiting the room, locking the door behind him.
"I can't take this anymore!" Randy groaned, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Come on, we'll get through this, you'll see." Kurt promised, rubbing Randy's back.
"Kurt, are you sure this plans gonna work?" Batista spoke.
"Of course, trust me even if it's just for this one time, ok? We have to get out of here and find Hunter and Shawn."
"Why?" Batista asked.
"Well, you two must have been asleep at the time but Foley was talking to Vince last night and said that finding Vince will be the last thing DX will ever do!"
"Wow." Randy gasped.
"Sounds bad." Batista muttered.
"We have to go through with the plan...for their sake!" Kurt confirmed, the others nodding in agreeance.
Meanwhile, Carlito was rousing from his choke slam. He banged the back of his head hard on the concrete floor, knocking him out for the majority of the night...not even his beloved afro could save him!
"Morning sideshow Bob!" Taker snorted. He was propped against the wall, the blanket wrapped around his midriff.
"Hey!" Carlito murmured, clutching the back of his head. "What time is it?"
"Time you got a watch!" Taker teased.
"Ha ha, very funny, I'm serious."
"I dunno, what do you think I am, the talking clock?"
"I wish you were!" Carlito massaged his temples. "Man, I'm starving!"
"They're meant to be bringing us food in the next hour." Taker told.
"I hope that includes a shower!" Carlito said "Your starting to decompose!"
"Me! How dare you!" Taker snarled "Care for another choke slam..."
"No, no, dat would not be cool!" Carlito semi-laughed.
Thankfully for Mr. Caribbean, the prison officer from the night before entered their cell; looking a little worse for wear!
"Ok...here's your breakfast...I'll come back in a few minutes to collect everything..." he trailed off, his eyes red and bloodshot.
Tucking into their breakfast, both men were in desperate need of a meal. Even though it did taste like crap, they shovelled the food in their gobs as if there was no tomorrow!
However, before long, Carlito made a discovery...
"Taker, look!" he pointed "The doors open!"
"So it is...are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"You're probably thinking about draining the blood from a bat or something, so, no!"
"No, moron, we could escape!" Taker tutted.
"We could never make it out of here. There are guards all over the place."
"Maybe...unless..."
"What?"
"You'll see. Come on, we haven't got time to lose!" Taker hasted.
But what are the dead man's intentions?
Elsewhere, Shawn and Triple H had kept their heads low for the majority of last night and intended to do so for the majority of that day. Their plan was to creep into the McMahon offices at the dead of night and to take over office!
Currently, the best buddies were sat in a darkened train shelter. From time to time, guards influenced by McMahonism and the nWo would wonder past, other wise, they sat there quietly, not moving a muscle until they had gone.
"What are we meant to do for the whole day?" Shawn sighed.
"I dunno...remember what we used to do, back in the good ol' days?"
"What's that?"
"You know, you and me, before wives, foetus', children..."
"Oh that! Nah, God isn't too fond of that sort of behaviour!"
"But I'm the King and I am..." Triple H pouted.
"Maybe later!" Shawn winked. "When we've completed our mission!"
Back in room 747, Foley had since returned from his breakfast. Looking rather smug with himself, he took the walkie talkie from his back pocket and casually tossed in into the air a couple of times.
"Well, I know I don't really need to ask but, tell me, are you joining the noble nWo or are you selling out to the detestable D Generation X?"
"You're right. You didn't really need to ask." Kurt began, exhaling deeply. "We'll side with you and Mr. McMahon."
"Perfect!" Foley smirked, turning to face away from the three new nWo members before speaking to Mr. McMahon.
Kurt nodded to Batista who picked up the room's desk chair and smacked Foley on the back of the head with it before Randy delivered a picture perfect RKO to the 'Hardcore Legend', knocking him out cold.
"And if ya not down with that, we've got two words for ya!" the three men chuckled "SUCK IT!" they cried, crotch chopping their way out of the door.
"Quick, peg it!" Kurt implored, dashing out of the room with his fellow men. "Let's go and find Shawn and Triple H!"
"Kurt, man, we need to get weapons for the security guards." Batista warned.
"Good point, ummm, pick up whatever you can in the corridors, like fire extinguishers, anything."
"We aren't going down without a fight!" Batista murmured aggressively.
But would the three new friends make it out alive?
Next time on 'Honey, we are marooned!'...
Does the Undertaker's wacky idea manage to get himself and Carlito out of harms way? How do Kurt, Randy and Batista fair against 'security'? Are Shawn and Triple H able to take over?
Check back for more, soon!