Part OneDay One - 85 Superstars Remaining“They all in the game?” the leader asked his henchman.
“We’ve got a bit of a problem sir, we can’t seem to get this one guy out there we’ve tried sedating him and he just won’t go down, he’s causing quite a stir as well” the henchman replied back.
The leader got up, an annoyed look on his face as he entered the room. He looked to see The Undertaker fighting off a couple of his other henchmen.
He pulled his gun out and walked over to where The Undertaker was standing. Undertaker went to make a move towards him but he pointed the gun straight at him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he said in a calm manner.
“Now I’m going to make this easy on you, either you go out there and play in this game or I will make you suffer before I kill you” he instructed The Undertaker. The Undertaker had a look of rage on his face, he attempted to break the hold two of the henchmen had on him, he managed to break free and grab the leaders jacket, before another one walked over and butted a rifle right into his head.
“I’ll kill you if it’s the last thing I do before I die” The Undertaker said towards the man who responded with a slight laugh.
“OK I see you’ve made your choice, hold him down guys” he instructed towards the other people in the room. He moved over to grab a bag and brought it over to The Undertaker who was still struggling.
He pulled out a thick blade and dragged it down the right side of The Undertakers body who tried his best to hold back his screams as he was still fighting to get out. He then pulled a contained out of his bag that contained boiling oil and poured it on his face and body. The Undertaker finally let out a scream. The man was not done though as he then proceeded to break The Undertakers elbow. Undertaker was trying to mutter something out.
“What is it do you want? You don’t want to die, you want to enter the game now?” he asked The Undertaker. The Undertaker coughed a bit before replying with a heedy “
you”. The man laughed before picking his blade back up.
“Wrong answer” he said before driving the blade right through his skull. The Undertaker lied there dead. The man wiped the blood off the blade.
“What do you want me to do with the body Shane?” one of the henchmen asked. Shane McMahon looked back at The Undertaker with a sick smile on his face. “Do with it what you please, I have a game to get to” he said before walking back not glancing back at the lifeless body of The Undertaker.
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John Cena lifted himself up from the snow, he looked around and no sense of where he was and where he had to go. What was going on here? Why was it happening? Who was responsible? What kind of sick game was this? These were the questions that were racing through Cena’s head as he stumbled forward.
“Hello” he shouted out, hoping for anyone to respond but there was no one there. Cena began to walk forward hoping to find something or anything. He remembered the device that he was instructed to use and reached in his pocket for it, as he was checking the map on it a loud noise startled him and caused him to drop the device.
“Shit” he muttered under his breath as he reached down to pick up the device. He thought he heard someone walking through the snow near him and he looked up.
“Anyone there?” he shouted again to no response. Cena was started to get worried, he would do anything to get out this sick game someone was playing. He heard the same sound as he heard before, someone was near him.
He went to shout out again but before he could he heard another gunshot, then another, this third one was directed right at Cena and caught him in the shoulder blade, Cena collapsed to down to the snow and blacked out as blood was dripping from his shoulder.
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Brock Lesnar was angry, he knew coming back to this WWE thing was a mistake. He was a superstar in the UFC, a world champion where it meant something to be a world champion. He didn’t like anyone in the WWE, now look what it got him to return here. He began trudging forward looking for a weapon of any kind. He was going to make it his personal goal to kill whoever was orchestrating this. Lesnar saw a figure not too far from him looking in the other direction.
“Hey you” Lesnar shouted out to him, he wasn’t afraid of anyone. The person turned around and revealed himself to be Zack Ryder.
“Hey bro what’s going on?” Ryder replied to him. “It is freezing out here bro, can’t wait to get back to the sunny shores and hit the club scene. You should hit the clubs man, you’d be a great wingman, Brock and his cock rocking the dance floor all night long, am I right bro?”
Lesnar had a puzzled look on his face, this whole thing didn’t seem to be worrying Ryder, he was talking about going home and … well Brock chose not to think about the rest of what he said as he just shook his head.
“Do you understand what’s going on?” Brock asked Ryder. “Woo woo woo you know it bro” Ryder responded to Lesnar. Who just stared at him thinking that didn’t make any sense and this guy was an idiot.
Lesnar just shook his head and told Ryder to come along with him. Even if it was with idiots like Ryder or people he didn’t like Lesnar was going to have to team up with them because Lesnar had decided he was going to build an army to take on the men responsible for this.
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Ricardo Rodriguez picked up the handgun he had stumbled across that he found. He looked at it having no clue how to use a gun. He was shaking he was so afraid of what might happen out here, he realised right then that he was probably going to die and he started to cry. He suddenly heard a gunshot and panicked.
He got up and decided to run, where to he had no idea but he was going to run, it may be his best chance of survival since he knew how to run a lot more than he knew how to shoot. Ricardo kept running as fast as he could before suddenly he tripped and fell face first into the ground. He thought he heard someone talking near and tried to will himself to his feet, he was trying his hardest not to piss his pants right now and he was trying his hardest not to die.
“Ricardo!” he heard a voice shout out to him, without hesitating Ricardo spun around, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger of the gun he found. He forced his eyes open to see what had happened and looked up to see Alicia Fox coughing out blood with a bullet wound right her throat, she fell to the ground dead.
Ricardo again started panicking, muttering to himself, wondering what he done. He rushed over to check Alicia but there was nothing he could do. He thought he heard someone approaching, they had probably heard the gunshot and Ricardo once again took off. He was crying in the midst of it all, he was a killer now.
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Antonio Cesaro finally opened his eyes and looked around. “Merde” he muttered under his breath, wondering how this had happened to him. Antonio looked at the device but couldn’t make out anything, he threw it to the ground in frustration holding his hands on his head trying his best not to just shout out.
Cesaro began walking, kicking snow as he walked. He let out a sigh, so this is how it ends, he thought to himself before managing to let out a small smile. Cesaro suddenly bumped into someone and almost fell over. He looked around and saw Randy Orton standing in front of and got in a stance to prepare himself for anything that might happen. Randy Orton just smiled at Cesaro and offered him a handshake, saying it was good to see someone else out here and help on getting out of here.
Cesaro was weary of Orton and looked him in the eyes. “Don’t try anything funny or I won’t hesitate, I just want to get out of here, but I won’t hesitate to kill you, I’ve done it before” he told Orton. Orton looked at him with a suspicious look on his face and nodded telling Cesaro ok, as they were looking for the same thing.
Cesaro began to walk off before Orton stopped him “don’t you need this?” Orton asked him as he picked up Cesaro’s device that he’d thrown on the ground. “Merci” Cesaro said as the two began to walk off, keeping an eye on the other.
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Roman Reigns looked at his map and was walking towards the flashing red dot. He walked into a forest like area where large trees were covered with snow. The ground here was actually relatively clear of snow. He reached the area with the red dot and looked around and saw an empty area. He was hoping for a weapon or something to get him in this game. Reigns heard a rustling in the leaves and looked around before seeing Dean Ambrose step out holding a baseball bat.
“Oh Dean thank god it’s you” Roman gave a sigh of relief.
“Yes how nice to see you here Roman, always nice to see a friend in a situation like this” Dean said in a tone that made Roman uneasy.
“This is really quite animalistic you know Roman, barbaric even being out here forced to kill one another” Dean said out loud. Roman looked at Dean unsure of what to say. Dean began pacing back and forth.
“Do you want to survive this little game Roman?” Dean asked him.
“Of course I do, come on friend let’s get out of here” he responded. Dean smiled before swinging the bat right at Romans head. Roman collapsed to the ground and Dean knelt beside him.
“See Roman, that’s the problem you’re looking to survive, this is a game of life or death, you play this game to win not to survive.” Dean said before unleashing another blow to the head. “See you were too trusting of me, I’m not your friend out here and that cost you” Dean said before unleashing another couple of blows to the head.
Dean gave a sick smile as he stood up and began to walk off. He noticed some footprints leading away from where he was and decided to follow them. Dean had decided he was willing to kill everyone on this place in order to walk out, quite frankly he was already enjoying the game and he would begin the hunt for more.
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Superstars #61 Undertaker #68 Alicia Fox and #50 Roman Reigns dead.
82 Superstars Remain
