"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Carlito wriggled against the Undertakers firm body.
"Of course I am! And stop moving, your afros making me ticklish!"
Ok, before anyone gets any strange ideas, and I wouldn't blame you for having them, the Undertakers master plan was simple; he and Carlito would escape by Mr. Cool hiding under his long, black trench coat! And, if any guards or anybody came into eye contact with them, Taker would simply lift Carlito up before waddling off with him in his arms! So far, thankfully, it hadn't come to that but Carlito started to have reservations...
"This is ridiculous!" he gasped for air "We won't make it out of here like this!"
"Shhh you might blow our cover!"
"Cover? What cover! I'm walking around with someone who wears more make up then the whole of Kiss put together!"
"Shut it!" Taker sternly spoke, thumping Carlito on the head "We just need a disguise..."
"Gee you don't say!" Carlito sarcastically muttered.
"I think I've got it..." Taker murmured, carrying Carlito over to a room where the door was jarred open.
"Put me down!" Carlito shuffled, quite noisily I might add.
"Be quiet!" Taker told, obeying Carlito's wishes.
Surely enough, they got to the office of the Police. Peering over the wooden door frames, they spied two males asleep on the job! Tip toeing into the room upon Takers lead, they entered.
Taker motioned for Carlito to take some of the clothing's off the officers.
"They'll wake up you fool!" Carlito whispered.
"Not with this they won't!" Taker smirked, gently taking a bottle of chloroform out of his pocket!
"Dat...dat's cool!" Carlito encouraged, both men casually taking clothes from the doped up, sleeping bodies.
Meanwhile, Kurt, Randy and Batista were out of harms way. Wiping the blood off their hands, they had managed to escape the evil clutches of the officers - quite easily I should add. But there was still one question that remained; where were Shawn and Triple H!
"They can't be that far away." Batista decided.
"How about we ask them people over there?" Randy pointed naively at the two men sat side by side.
"Wake up Orton! They could be with the nWo!" Kurt warned, pressing his finger against his bald head.
"Who...us?" A familiar voice spoke.
"Road Dogg...Billy Gunn? What are you guys doing here? How did you get into the city?" Randy asked.
"We have our ways!" Road Dogg smiled. "Say, ummm, have you guys seen Shawn and Triple H?"
"No but we are looking for them." Batista spoke.
"Ok, well, if you find them, tell them we are looking for them." Billy Gunn implored.
"Tell them the same from us." Kurt nodded as the three current WWE wrestlers strolled away from the New Age Outlaws.
Else where, Shawn and Triple H were on the verge of breaking into the town hall. Suddenly, there was a commotion behind a couple of trash cans...
"Uh, oh, yeah baby, hit me harder!" a semi-feminine voice urged.
"What the hell's that?" Triple H gazed around.
"It...it's coming from behind those cans over there!" Shawn replied.
"Maybe we ought to check it out!" Triple H decided.
Both men crept over to the bins, shocked at what they discovered...
"Ow, man, I'm blind!" Shawn shouted, clasping his hand over his eyes.
"Oh fucking hell!" Triple H sneered.
"No it wasn't! It was good until you interrupted!" The more feminine of the two replied.
"X-Pac? How can you say that? I've shagged her before..."
"HEY!" Chyna yelled, rearranging her bra and panties before pulling her top on.
"I don't know whether it's a good idea to ask what you were doing down there..." Shawn finally quizzed.
"Ok, I'll admit it," X-Pac sighed "We were making another porn film; 'Another night in Chyna'!"
"What? Why? I thought you guys hated each other?" Triple H rambled.
"What else do you expect us to do, huh? We are stuck in Detroit, bored out of our minds because of Martial Law, so the only ok thing to do would be this." Chyna replied.
"You must have been bored!" Hunter gasped, turning to face former Clique member, X-Pac.
"How's the 'Billion Dollar Princess'?" Chyna mockingly questioned.
"Fine." Triple H nodded confidently.
"You could have been in this movie other than him!" Chyna raised an eyebrow.
"Got a lucky escape, huh weed?" Triple H chuckled, tapping X-Pac's arm lightly.
"Weed? Where!" Chyna exclaimed.
"Ok..." Shawn turned away in horror.
"What are you two doing here anyway? Haven't you heard that if McMahon finds you, you'll be dead meat?" X-Pac asked, turning off his beloved camera.
"Yeah, we have, but the tables will be turned in a few hours, just you wait and see..." Triple H promised, Shawn confidently agreeing.
Carlito and Undertaker's quest was going surprisingly well, well, for the most part...
"Man, these trousers are way too short!" Taker complained, trying desperately to pull the crotch down; at least 5 inches of his legs were showing!
"At least you didn't have to wear trousers from some one the size of Don Vito!" Carlito spoke.
Suddenly, they found themselves caught in a conversation held between more police guards.
"That Triple H and Shawn Michaels don't stand a chance." One of them cackled.
"McMahon's gonna have a field day when he finds them. He's promising a fate worse than death..."
"What, they'd have to go and work on the ECW show?"
"No, that they'd get kicked out of the world of wrestling...for good!"
"Yeah, then they'd go to TNA."
"Like I said, they'd get kicked out of the world of wrestling for good." the other stated, brain washed by McMahonism.
"That's terrible!" Carlito gasped.
"What d'ya mean? They wouldn't have to job to anyone!" Taker smiled.
"Shhh, they're gonna say something else!" Carlito warned.
"Just think how Stephanie and Shawn's wife, Rebecca, are gonna feel when they realise those clones they've been seducing in their house haven't been the real thing!" one giggled, tossing back a shot of Vodka.
"Mind you, them robots would come in handy after them two are gone. Think about it; HBK wouldn't get any more knee injuries and Triple H, well, we could programme him so that we don't have to listen to his 20 minute, weekly promos!"
"Maybe it does have it's advantages." Carlito shrugged.
"Once the New Age Outlaws have caught them, all will be right with the world!" one gleamed.
"C'mon, we haven't got a moment to lose!" Undertaker ordered, hearing enough of the conversation and deciding to take drastic action.
But what would D Generation X's fate be?
Next time in 'Honey, we are marooned!'
Will it be the end of the line for Shawn and Triple H? Will Kurt, Randy and Batista be able to save the day? Plus, will the Undertaker and Carlito be able to get there in time?
Check back for more, soon!
Ok, the next chapter could well be the final one, just to let you know. I dunno yet though!