3:45 AM. Everyone had just fallen asleep, still buzzed from the killing of World Champions. However, as expected, some of them had other plans.
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20 years. He had been in this business for 20 years, and he had never been in a situation like this.
People were dying around him. They were trapped with no communication and no way out. And what's worse, some madman and his goons were out to kill them all.
He wasn't going to sit about doing nothing.
He had his eye on one man in particular. One man who's behaviour was very erratic. That man had just left the room with two others, twitching nervously.
So he decided. That night, he was sleeping with one eye open.
And he wasn't the only one.
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In the other corner of the room, the King of Kings had just heard The Golden Stallion whisper something to one of the wrestlers. And he knew, the second that he heard it, that it was a lie. You don't end up one of the biggest wrestlers know to man without knowing how to read a face. And his face had Evil written all over it. He had to go.
He closed his eyes, and went to sleep, plotting a way to get rid of this man in the morning.
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The Rattlesnake was in the card room, playing a few hands with a couple of the guys who couldn't sleep. One of them look terribly troubled, the other was nervous of all the suspicion on him.
He excused himself and popped out of the room.
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She knew that he wasn't asleep. She could sense his pulse, his breath, his thoughts.
Ofcourse, they both had worked together at the peak of their careers. She knew him too well. As a friend.
But, he was getting suspicious, and could be a threat. Tonight, she'd have to take their relationship to the next level.
She got up off the sofa she was lying on, unbuttoned her top, and walked over to him. She knelt down next to him, and placed her hand gently on his chest.
His eyes shot open. She silently hushed him, and smiled.
"Have I ever told you that you have such...beautiful...eyes?"
"You know I'm married."
She leaned in, and replied, barely in a whisper...
"No, I don't..."
She brought her face in closer. He didn't bother to resist.
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He returned to the card room with a pack Icey cold brews, straight from Austin. Or was it Houston? It didn't matter, what city they were form were just minor details, as long as it was Texas, the message was clear. This was strong stuff.
He walked into the room, and noticed that Mr. Holllywood was gone.
Oh well, so be it. It would just be him, and his nervous little friend. He cracked open a couple of cans, and shut the door behind him.
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YOU CAN'T SEE MEEEEEEE!!!
CG123 lived by that motto. He was, after all, the biggest star in the WWE today. He was invincible. He could do nothing wrong, and nothing could hold him down.
So what if that egotistical psycho wanted them all dead? He was going to find him, and make him STFU.
He marched down the corridors, keeping his eyes and ears open for any clues.
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'The Immortal' was standing near the entrance, and had a phone call to make. He didn't tell anyone, but he found the one spot in the entire structure that had cell phone reception. And he intended to use it.
No one was around, so he dialled, and began to speak.
"Hello? Yea, it's me"
"No...no luck so far."
"I'm trying, but it's difficult to find out who the right guys are!"
"Yes, I know the game-plan. Get my crew, kill off the rest, and you'll arrange for us to get out of here"
"Don't worry. I'll get the job done."
"Alright, bye."
He hung up, looked around to see if anyone was listening, and then walked back to the lounges...
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The Giant could hear them going at it. The walls in this place were thin. He noticed they got up and moved to the bathrooms. And now, he could hear the muffled sounds...her satisfied moaning, his grunting.
He was going to protect this man tonight, that was his aim, but he absolutely did NOT want to walk in on that.
But, what was he to do?
He pulled his massive 7 foot frame up, and lumbered towards the bathroom. This man wasn't going to die tonight, not on his watch...
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In the meanwhile, The Braham Bull was sitting in the corridors, crying, with a photo oh his wife in his hands.
How could he cheat on her? Why did he give into temptation??
The guilt and fear was eating him up inside. He knew that the second they left this place, if they left this place, that that whore would tell everyone what happened. His life, his career, and worst of all, his marriage, would be ruined.
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a packet. From where he was from, this was known as Heavenly Nightmare Death. A drug that gave you relief and a high, but a slight overdose would send you into wild hallucinations. Slightly more, and you die.
Here he was. The Rock, The People's Champion, about to kill himself.
He opened the packed, poured some of the powder into his hand, and sniffed in.
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CG123 had just heard a sound. Like a muffled voice. A familiar voice at that.
"So who do we kill tonight, boss?"
He knew that voice! This man, this man who could never die, he was...
"Hmm...I'm not sure..."
And that voice! The CEO was the man they never suspected!
He finally knew who the badguys were! He had to go tell everybody! He...
No. Wait. Why tell everybody, when he could kill these two himself and have all the glory? After all, he is the biggest superstar in the world right now. He needed the attention.
So he grabbed a Cricket Bat lying in the corner (And wondered what the heck that was doing here) and quietly made his way to the room. He heard the two voices, the tall man and the boss. He counted down from 3...
And barged into the room, brandishing the bat like a madman.
"YOU CAN'T SEE MEEEE!!!!"
He was wrong.
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The next morning, they found not one, but two dead bodies.
CG123 had his skull smashed in so badly, you could barely make out anything from above the neck. On his chest, the words "WE SEEE YOU!!" were carved in.
CG123 is dead. He was:
John Cena, Superstar, Team Face Aligned
YOU CAN'T SEE MEEEEE!!!
You are John Cena, the biggest superstar in the world at the moment. You are the 7 time WWE Champion, 2 time World Heavyweight Champion, and winner of the 2008 Royal Rumble. Your face is everywhere, from shirts and posters to lunchboxes and toys. You are the most marketable wrestler in existance.
Infact, you are so popular, that you cannot be killed. You are the
Unlynchable. You are completely immune to being voted off, and can only be killed at night.
You win when the Townies win, if you survive till the end.
Post Restriction: You must use the phase
'YOU CAN'T SEE MEEE!!!' coherently in
every post you make.
The second dead body, was Highlander, who
was mod-killed committed suicide through drug overdose.
Highlander is dead. He was
The Rock, One Man Show, Self Aligned
You are a 7-time WWE/F World Heavyweight Champion, the sixth Triple Crown Champion, and winner of the 2000 Royal Rumble. You have starred in over 20 Hollywood movies, and are, without a doubt, the most popular wrestler to have ever lived.
You are the biggest superstar to come out of the WWE. You've seen it all and done it all. You are bigger that this sport, and above these petty battles between faces and heels. And that's why you are taking things into your own hands.
You are the
Serial Killer. You can choose to kill any one person every 2 nights by sending in their name to the Mod. You will appear Pro-Town on investigation, but are not immune to being killed or lynched. You win when everyone else is dead, and you are the last man standing.
Two more deaths. The Townies had reason to be worried.
IT IS NOW DAY 2!!!!
With 14 alive, it takes 8 for a majority!!
Day 2 will last 2 days/till a hammer vote. Whichever is faster.