"I don't get it! How come we haven't spotted them yet?" the blond asked his partner in crime.
"Billy, Billy boy, relax! If we wait here long enough, they are bound to show up!" Road Dogg confidently spoke, laying a hand on his friends shoulder.
"I hope so. We've been doing this shit for four days now! I'm bored!"
"Oh please! Just think; Mr McMahon said that once this was all sorted out, we'd be in for a hefty reward!" Road Dogg cackled, leaning against the wall.
Suddenly, the two men they were waiting for came strolling quietly along, minding their own business. Yet, they weren't alone...
"X-Pac? Chyna?" Billy whispered "I thought it was just Shawn and Trips!"
"So did I...hey, buds, long time no see!" Double J semi laughed.
"Oh yeah, how's it going?" Shawn asked.
"Good, good. Hey, what the hell are you doing around here? If Vince sees you, you're dead!"
"Not that it's got anything to do with you but...I'm not gonna tell you!" Triple H smirked "I don't trust you!"
"What makes you think that?" Road Dogg inquired, standing his ground against the King of Kings.
"Oh, nothing much, just a little dirt sheet I read on the internet. Nothing much." The Game shrugged.
"C'mon, let's show him our bazooka!" Chyna yelled in euphoria, a crazed look present in her eyes.
"Chyna, remember, Shawn doesn't strip any more, he's a Born Again..." X-Pac reminded the person he often hated to love and loved to hate.
"I meant this!" Chyna tutted, taking a needle full of steroids from her trousers "Oh, no, ha ha, wait, I meant...this!" she gleamed, pulling the big gun from her pants.
"Oh, I wonder what was getting in my way earlier!" X-Pac gasped.
"There's no time to lose!" Shawn ordered, pointing to the door way.
"Wait!" Billy stopped them hastily "Why don't you, ummm, go in the back door? I've heard that it's easier to get to Vince that way." he indecisively nodded.
"Ok." Shawn shrugged carelessly.
"Great!" Road Dogg replied, grinning to his team mate, turning to lead the four D Generation X members to Vinney Mac.
Suddenly, Chyna low blowed the New Age Outlaws, both men falling to the ground in agony. Triple H delivered a Pedigree to Billy while Road Dogg received a little Sweet Chin music at the hands of HBK!
"Come men...and women, X-Pac, let's give Vince a taste of his own medicine!" Triple H declared, marching to the doors of the town hall.
At the same time, Kurt, Randy and Batista were still looking for the duo. Suddenly, they thought their days were numbered...
"Look! Two guards!" Orton gasped.
"Where the hell did Vince get their outfits from?" Kurt cried.
"He he, look at that 7 foot jackass! His trousers are way too short for him!" Batista chuckled.
"Oh, and what about that goon!" Randy pointed immaturely at the thin guard who's trousers kept slipping from his waist.
"Stop!" the tall guard spoke, his gruff voice sending chills down the other men's spines.
"Who do you think you are talking to?" Kurt sneered, taking a mouth piece from his trouser pocket, getting ready for action.
"I dunno, a jacked up bald guy, a weedy ass punk and a steroid junkie!" the other replied.
"Hey! Who are you calling a jacked up bald guy!"
"Or a weedy ass punk?"
"Or a...what did you call me again?" Batista confusedly questioned.
"Don't you recognise us..." Taker questioned.
"Dat...dat's no cool!"
"Carlito? Taker! How'd you escape from jail? How'd you get in jail?" Kurt asked hastily.
"There's no time for that!" Taker ordered "We need to find Shawn and Triple H!"
"Why? What's up?" Randy quizzed.
"There's no time to explain, we just need to find DX...and fast!" Carlito urged, the five men bounding off.
Back at the town hall, Shawn, Triple H, X-Pac and Chyna were fully kitted out in their Army DX outfits. Holding the gun firmly in her hands, Chyna's biceps were ready to leap the gun into action.
"We look silly." Shawn sighed.
"No we don't, we look like we mean business." Chyna disagreed.
"Yeah but your kind of business might be different to the one Shawn's thinking of!" the Game mocked.
"Now, if I were Vince McMahon, where would my offices be?" X-Pac mused aloud.
"Right here, behind the door that says 'Mr. McMahon's Office'!" Triple H rolled his eyes.
"Oh right!" X-Pac blushed.
"That's it? No rabid guards, no blood thirsty cops?" Shawn inquired rhetorically, a hint of disappointment evident in his voice.
"Doesn't seem that way!" Triple H said "On my count, we will charge in there and show them our big guns! 3 - 2 -1..."
Suddenly, the door swung shut firmly behind the four D Generation X members. Still holding their massive guns, especially Chyna, they surveyed their surroundings. Vince had certainly made the office look nice, draped in pictures of his finest moments, including his beloved 'Muscle and Fitness Magazine' cover and the moment when he and son Shane resorted to HBK joining the 'Kiss My Ass' club.
"You're right Shawn; the story line is dominating his life!" Triple H gasped.
"This has got to stop!" Shawn uncomfortably spoke.
Before anyone could reply, a familiar 'Hardcore' voice spoke.
"Arr, DX, we meet again." he softly cackled.
"Foley?" Shawn and Triple H whispered in unison.
"Congratulations on getting this far. However, I think you'll agree that your 'journey' is about to come to an end!"
"Never!" the King of Kings confidentially stated.
"I think you'll find that it is the end of the line for the two of you! You see, leaving that stupid boy Orton in charge back at the hotel was possibly the poorest decision you've ever made."
"Oh yeah, how come?" Shawn asked.
"Let's put it this way, shall we? The three morons decided that it would be a great idea to mess with the powers that be and decided to attack me from behind before telling me to, ummm, suck it." Foley recalled. "This was right after they had agreed to join the nWo."
"What has their decision got to do with us?" Shawn looked on in amazement.
"It means, 'HBK', that there will soon be a Degenerate uprising. And we can't have that, can we?"
"Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do to stop us?" Triple H smirked.
"I'm not going to do anything." Foley told "We will stop you!" he finalised, as the previously defeated Billy Gunn and Road Dogg entered, dozily dragging their bodies.
"Ha, nice try Foley, we already beat the crap out of them." Triple H grinned.
"You have?" Foley asked, shocked. "Oh, right, well, ha ha, I guess we can't stop you then. Vince is right through that door..." he gestured.
"No way." Shawn shook his head "How do you expect us to trust you?"
"I don't...unless..."
"What?" X-Pac quizzed.
"You give me a pot of money. Then I will be completely honest!" Foley gleamed.
"Ok. Chyna pay the man..." Triple H urged.
"Hey, it's the other way around! Men are meant to pay me!"
"X-Pac, pay Foley." Triple H spoke again.
Looking at Shawn, X-Pac was hoping that someone would at least be a little sympathetic towards him. Groaning, he took the money from his pocket. Offering the money from the palm of his hand to Mick, he shook his head.
"I said a pot of money, not a handful!"
With that, Shawn stole a plant pot from the other side of the room. Tossing it over to Triple H, he removed the plant before putting the money in the blue and gold rimmed pot.
"Much better!" Foley smiled. "Ok, Mr. McMahon and the nWo are behind that door. Have a nice day!"
"Hey! What about us?" Billy and Road Dogg angered.
"Fine!" Foley rolled his eyes, giving them each a dime for their troubles as Shawn, Triple H, X-Pac and Chyna went to the great beyond...
"Do you think we should knock first?" X-Pac quizzed.
"Shut it." Triple H sneered, kicking the door down.
"By God!" a orange tinted, muscle bound idiot yelled "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"To get to the bottom of this crap." Triple H walked with a purpose "Martial Law? I expected better of you!"
"Much, much better!" Shawn agreed.
"And the nWo? Please, they are just a load of pussys!" Triple H sniggered.
"How else was I meant to defeat you, D Generation X, the most powerful faction in history, dammit!" Vince argued.
"Stop bull shitting." Triple H muttered "I know your still pissed that I knocked your daughter up and that I'd be the one to inherit your billions but please, going this far? It's so, so..."
"Utterly Vince?" Shawn intervened.
"Well, yeah, actually!" Triple H agreed.
"You idiots don't understand do ya, huh? DX is bigger than life, hell it's bigger than my penis!"
"Most things are!" Shawn mumbled.
"Except for his love for cocks...that's huge!" Triple H laughed.
"Shut up!" Vince roared in exasperation. "I've got better things to do with my time then talk to a bunch of degenerates!"
"Make us." Chyna snarled.
"You wanna fight, huh? By God, I'll give you a fight like you've never had before! Be prepared to meet...the nWo!" Vince bellowed as the three members of the faction strode out into Vince's office. "Be prepared to meet your makers!"
"What? Nash, Hall and Hogan? Get real!" Triple H cockily chuckled.
Here it was a moment much anticipated in WWE history; D Generation X vs the nWo! However, things didn't quite go to plan...
"Shawny? Hunty?" Kevin Nash sobbed, seeing the former Clique members. "Oh yeah, and X-Pac!"
"Well, well, you're working for Satan himself!" Shawn commented.
"What the fuck are you doing, dammit!" Vince hollered "You are meant to be beating the Holy Hell out of them!"
"How can you say that?" everyone's favourite quad ripper, Kevin, replied "Shawn's the love of my life...I can't do it!"
"What about you, Hall?"
"Hey, where's the fifty barrels of grease you promised me? I don't wanna beat these dudes up if I'm not greased like an oil spillage!"
"Hogan?" Vince exhaled deeply.
"You haven't paid me Brother, I'm not jobbing unless I'm getting paid a ridiculous amount to do it BROTHER!" the Huckster, I mean, Hulkster yelled, as he posed. "Whatcha' gonna do Vince, when the nWo won't do anything for you!"
"By God, you three call your selves men? Dammit!" Vince moaned.
"Looks like you've got no choice..." Shawn folded his arms.
"Looks like DX are taking over!" Triple H beamed, high fiveing Shawn as Kevin delivered a deadly - for all the wrong reasons - Jack knife to the boss! As Vinney Mac lay motionless on the ground, Triple H pulled down his trousers as Shawn pushed his face up Triple H's ass!
Swiftly, the door opened, as five rather flustered appearing men barged their way into McMahon's former offices.
"Ewww!" they all exclaimed, seeing Triple H's backside
"Hey, it's a lot better than Vince's!" the King of Kings responded.
"So, you're all safe?" Kurt inquired.
"And not dead?" Orton stupidly asked.
"Nope. We're all here, safe and well. Well, other than Vince!" Shawn grinned, releasing McMahon from his best friends behind.
"There's one thing I still don't get." Batista began "Why did Vince impose Martial Law?"
"Because he knew that he had lost his faculties," Hall answered "He knew it was a matter of time before he'd have to hand the company over to you and Stephanie. So, he decided to declare Martial Law to try and save his broken old ass!"
"Bizarre." Undertaker muttered.
"Shawn?"
"What is it Kevin?"
"I still love you!" the seven footer replied.
"Hunter, do the honours!" Shawn begged as a Pedigree was delivered to Big Daddy not so Cool!
I bet you're wondering what happened next, huh? Well, lets just say this. D Generation X are completely ruling the WWE. Either you are with them or against them and if you don't like the way they running the show, they've got two wordsfor ya: SUCK IT!
Oh and just in case any of you do give a damn about Vince - which I seriously doubt -he's been sent as part of a NASA programme to Venus. He may never return. Thankfully.
Thanks for reading and reviewing, hope you've like the final chapter! I do intend on writing some more comedy like this within the next few months so watch this space! Thanks for all of your support, it means a lot to me!