Okay, first of all I want to apologize for not updating sooner, but the inspiration for this story left me. Also, I want to say that now I'll be focusing on a different wrestler each chapter, and this will most probably be the last one with Zack Ryder being 'corrupted'.

Please enjoy~

"Why in the world did I every agree to this?" Zack asked himself as he hid inside a locker, trying his best to control his breathing.

"Don't know, dude. But maybe you're brain has finally fried." John answered from the outside, getting ready to leave the arena.

"It's all DX's fault, bro. They made me do it!" Zack hissed at him, glaring his best through the slits in the locker door.

"Zack, you cannot be controlled by a couple o' geezers." John told him, crossing his arms and looking at the locker Zack was hiding in.

"You're controlled by them, bro! Shawn's got you wrapped around his pinkie as if he were your daughter!" Zack answered, making John frown.

"Now that's a completely different situation, Zack!" John yelled back at him, pouting as his feelings were hurt.

Zack rolled his eyes at the older's antics, then froze as Shawn Michaels and Triple H walked into the locker room.

"Johnny Boy, have you seen Zacky?" Shawn asked, looking all around the room.

John thought on the pros and cons of ratting Zack out, then shook his head and shrugged. "Haven't seen him since you guys attacked AJ with the dolls." He answered, making Shawn smile.

"That was a good one. Kaitlyn loved that one especially." Shawn told him, making John smile.

"I bet. What is up with those two, anyways?" John asked, making both Shawn and Hunter stare at him incredulously. "What?"

"Dude, do you not know what's been going on with those two for a while?" Hunter asked, stepping closer to John and placing a hand on his forehead. "Maybe you're getting sick or something."

John swatted Hunter's hand away, then looked to Shawn for an answer. "AJ and Kaitlyn aren't friends anymore, John. AJ screwed Kaitlyn over and now Kitty got her revenge."

John only nodded, not really wanting to hear anything else, and asked, "What do you want Zack for, anyways?"

Now Hunter wrapped his giant arm over John's shoulders, pulling him close. "We're going to make him smile again, Johnny Boy!"

"Uh-huh," John nodded slowly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Are you going to do something completely over the top like kidnap him and take him away to some random kiddie park for him to smile?"

"What?!" Shawn dragged out, voice high-pitched. "We would never do something so cliché!" He smacked John's chest, then turned around, scratching the back of his neck.

"That's what you had planned, wasn't it?" John asked, eyes closed as he asked for the strength to deal with the older men.

"Not at all!" Hunter gasped this time, which made John pinch the bridge of his nose and shake his head.

"You two are hopeless..." John mumbled, then grabbed his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. "I don't want anything to do with you and your stupidity. I do not feel like getting fired by Vince."

With that the leader of the Cenation left, leaving Hunter shaking his head as Hunter pouted. "We're not always doing stupid stuff, right?" Shawn asked, to which Hunter nodded.

"Not at all, Shawn. It's just that we're funner than most people here." Hunter explained, then turned around as he swore he heard something from the lockers. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what, Hunter?" Shawn asked as Hunter stalked towards the locker, relatively close to where Zack was hiding. "Maybe you are getting old..."

"I am not getting old!" Hunter quickly jumped at Shawn, making the older cower back.

"Scary devil! Scary devil!" Shawn yelped, holding up his hands as his forefingers formed a kind of cross.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever." Hunter bit back, waving his hand disinterestedly as he turned to the door. "Quit your religious mumbo-jumbo and let's go. We have a Ryder to hunt down."

"Okay." Shawn immediately perked up at the notion of hunting down their 'target' of the day, jumping ahead of Hunter as they left the room.

A few more seconds passed and Zack stepped out of his hiding place, breathing in deeply. "Never. Again." He growled as he threw a candy wrapper from his hair, deciding that he would never look at Brodus Clay the same way again.

"Oh, well. At least they won't bother me any time soon." Zack mumbled to himself, fishing his Ipod and earphones from his pocket. "Time for some Carly Rae."

"Where did you find this, Hunt?" Shawn gasped as he stared up in awe.

"Just lying around..." Hunter shrugged, arms crossed as he mumbled to the side, "In some military base we shouldn't know about." Shawn turned to tell him something, but Hunter quickly jumped up the side of the vehicle, climbing to the top, "Want to see inside?"

Shawn quickly forgot what he was about to ask and smiled brightly, nodding wildly as he grasped Hunter's hand, and was then hoisted up by the bigger man.

"Isn't this cool? Our very own tank!" Shawn exclaimed, eyes wide as Hunter opened the top.

"Wanna go inside? I'm sure this puppy has a full tank o' gas!" Hunter told him, to which Shawn nodded rapidly.

"Hecks yeah!"

With that both men jumped inside, Shawn looking around the inside of the tank giddily as he grabbed hold of the steering stick... thingy.

"And forward we go!" Shawn yelled, propelling the tank forward as Hunter smirked evilly.

"Hey, how about I drive and you go up front? Just so you can see how much fun we're spreading?" Hunter asked, moving to sit down where Shawn was.

"Sure thing, Hunt!" Shawn jumped up from his seat and let Hunter grab hold of the steering thing, then climbed up the hatch and watched giddily as many people ran around and away from the tank, screaming and laughing.

Well, they were just screaming, but in Shawn's mind, everyone was happy to see a tank that was capable of protecting them from the evil Real Americans.

Then, the one person he never wanted to see in a tank's path was what he saw.

"Go away, Zack! Go AWAY!" Shawn yelled as Hunter laughed giddily inside of the tank, eyes closed as he completely ignored whatever Shawn was saying.

But Zack Ryder was too busy listening to pop music that was way too loud, completely oblivious to the destruction around him.

"Go away!"

He never did move.

So? What did you think?

I'm going to be writing about different wrestlers and their misadventures with DX and Walmart and if you have any superstar you want to see or any specific setting, please tell me so. PM or review.

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