A/N- Finally.....a story with more than one chapter! Well, I hope so. I'm going to try and make this at least three chapters, with three different groups of people. Tell me which ones you want to see and I'll work on a chapter for you! Also, I'd love some more challenges. I need something to write, even if it's a one chapter thing.

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There is no Expansion.


72 Hour Superstars

Group: Bubba Ray Dudley, ADam Copeland, Shannon Moore, Spike Dudley


Bubba Ray Dudley turned around in the drivers seat. "We're stuck in traffic!" he said to the camera, speaking over the occasional horn, "We have been for about twenty minutes. Which puts us even further behind schedual."

"We'll be lucky to get to the hotel by midnight." Spike said, noting to the clock which read 10:00 pm.

"It's hard to breath in here. I'm gonna get some air outside."

Shannon Moore opened the door slightly, standing in it and looking around the crowded seat before sitting back down again. He shut the door loudly, "There's a crash up there. They're clearing it up."

"Oh that's fun." Adam Copeland replied sarcastically.

Bubba rolled his eyes, "We'll get outta here soon enough."

"I'm bored."

"Then do something."

"I'm hungry." Shannon added.

"We'll get something on the way out."

"Well I'm bored and hungry." Spike stated sitting in the passenger seat.

"Can we play the name game?"

"You mean the bannana one?" Shannon asked.


"Adam Adam Bo Baddum, Fe Fi Fo Fadum, Adam!" Adam said, bursting in to song, "Chuck Chuck Bo Buck, Bannana Fanna Fo F-"

"No." Spike said, quicjly cutting Adam off, "The one with the wrestlers names. Like if I say Cheif Morely, you can say Mick Foley, then we keep up going like that."

"Uh, yeah, that's boring."

"You play it all the time."

"Well now it sounds boring!"

"Guys, shut up." Bubba said turning to glare at the guys in the back, "We're finally moving."

"Geez, get yer knickers in a twist." Shannon whispered to Adam, causing him to laugh.

"I heard that." Bubba warned.

"Good, I meant you to!"

"No you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did, Bubba-Fet!"

"Don't call me that, I hate it when you call me that!"

"Don't tell him that, he'll do it more." Spike warned, "I told you that last time."

"That's why I do it!" Shannon said, wrapping his arms around the top of the Drivers seat, "Do you think I like everyone calling me Little One? I don't think so."

"Yeah. Or everyone calling me Whittle Spikey?"

"Or everyone calling me Adam?"

Everyone looked at Adam.

"That's your name." Spike said slowly, breaking the silence.

"So? That doesn't mean I like it."

Shannon laughed, sitting back down in his seat as they began driving again. Spike stared at Adam for a couple minutes before shaking his head and turning forwards slowly, scared.

"Two little monkeys, sitting in a tree. One is blind and the other can't see, all day long, they throw their coconuts down, I know because one hit me on the mound. Two little-"

"Shannon, what the hell are you singing?" Bubba asked as they pulled in to the hotel.

"Dunno what it's called. I heard Adam singing it in the shower the other day and it was catchy."

"Did not! I don't sing in the shower!"

"Yes you do!"

"Do not!"

Bubba turned back to the camera, "This happens all the time."

"Yes you do--OW!"

Shaannon yelped loudly as Adam socked him in the ribs, "Not fair! That's cheating!"

"No it isn't!"

"SHUT UP!" Spike finally yelled, digging in his bag for something to use as earplugs.

*Behind the camera, the camera man rolls his eyes*

"This reminds me of kindergarten, dang. And you wonder why I never want to travel with you guys." Bubba said.


Short, yes, but I wanna see what you guys think. If you send in people you want to see trapped in a car together or something, I'll write more! Four people if you want a chapter written for you. Go to groups.yahoo.com/group/northcarolinaslash if you have any challenges for me!