Battle Royale: 72 Hours

[Gongsun Zan]

Hour 43

Day 3

1800 to 1900

Nunzio sat by the bullet-filled corpses of Jerry Lynn and Bill DeMott. It occurred to him that he should be disgusted by the sight of their mutilated corpses, but strangely enough, his stomach remained calm. He suspected that after witnessing New Jack go on a killing rampage, nothing really surprised him any more in this contest.

Bill DeMott and Jerry Lynn were dead. And if what Bischoff had just announced was true, then John Cena, Chris Sabin and Violent J were dead too. Nunzio was not, and that was all that mattered. The less people he had to deal with, the better.

Yet Ken Shamrock was still out there somewhere. While the weapons he carried certainly made him feel more powerful, it didn’t exactly help him feel any safer. After all, New Jack had outgunned Shamrock when they first met. Now, New Jack was dead. That was almost a day ago. Now, who knew how much more powerful Shamrock had become?

One thing was certain, Shamrock had to die. But how? If his guess was correct, then Nunzio was definitely the most heavily armed man in the contest. If anybody was going to take Shamrock down, it had to be him. But what if Shamrock got to him first?

Thinking about it disturbed him far more than the deceased bodies of Lynn and DeMott had ever did.

---

Spike Dudley.

It was Spike Dudley, that useless midget-wannabe who had somehow managed to find his way to the top of the WWE. At least, as far as Vince would allow somehow his size to go. Still, Spike enjoyed plenty of airtime a week, which was much more than the zero Cade had been enjoying prior to the contest.

But all that would change soon. Once he won this contest, nobody would ever forget his name.

He had followed him through the woods. Had cornered him at an abandoned hut just outside of town. Now, Spike Dudley was trapped, and he knew it. He had adopted a half-crouching position, hands poised to strike. He was even growling – a fact that Cade found most amusing. Just like a trapped dog, with nowhere to go but down.

A quick visual scan was enough to determine the threat of his opponent. He was carrying a small electronic device – possibly some sort of radar, Cade suspected. And by the looks of it, he was probably on the verge of collapsing, barely kept conscious by fear and desperation. Cade smiled. Spike was no danger to anybody but himself. In fact, he needn’t even bother with the charade he used to kill Kanyon – and seeing how Kanyon had been already shot when he found him, that really said something about the current position of Spike Dudley. He raised his blade, preparing to attacked, but paused, as another idea spread through his mind.

“Come,” he said, stretching out his hand to the pathetic creature in front of him. “I’ve got a plan.”

Spike paused, possibly trying to determine the sincerity of the offer. Not an easy task, when the person on the other end of the bargain had just been chasing you for the past half hour. Perhaps he was smarter than it seemed, Cade thought.

“Relax,” Cade continued. “I’m not here to hurt you…rather, I think we can…help each other out.”

And this time, he wasn’t lying.

---

Tommy Dreamer closed his eyes. He tried to recall the faces of his friends and family, but instead he found nothing but a lusting desire for sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he forced himself to look at his surroundings, in an attempt to stay awake.

This was the ninth time now. Even if he somehow made it off this island, he was sure he could recall this spot with the utmost clarity, every detail already burned to his long-term memory. Each time, he came closer and closer to the realm of sleep.

He looked into the faces of his companions, seeing nothing but wearied signs of resignation in their faces. They had come two full days, and had yet to come up with any feasible plan of escape. Time was running out, and the four men knew their options were growing more and more limited with each passing hour. Death wasn’t just a possibility now, it was almost a certainty. Yet somehow, they pushed on, trying to find some hole in the system, trying to find any mode of escape.

They had set up camp at the top of a grassy hill overlooking the bunker housing Eric Bischoff himself. According to their maps, the danger zone was slightly beyond the bottom of the hill, giving them plenty of room to move about. As long as they stayed around the top, they should be safe from any exploding collars.

So far, the sentries had yet to spot them, or at least, made no effort to attack. After all, why should they, when there were fifteen other men out there eager to kill for them? Every now and then, they would peek out through the hole in the bunker wall, before quickly disappearing back in the shadows. Though the hole did present itself as a tempting point of entry, the danger zone made getting inside virtually impossible.

He sighed, taking a look at the darkening sky. Night was almost upon them once more. Soon, they would make their move.

19 Wrestlers Remaining

[Hellfire]

'Tis Back~!!!

Anyways, it was a pretty good chapter, just building charecters and forming alliances, but was well written. Hopefully we get another update within a month or so

[Besmirched Tea]

Awesome to see this excellent story resume. I can finally eat again!

[Hajjhowe]

SPIKE LIVES ON!!!111

Good update and nice to see a couple of my favs (Spike and Nunzio) are still alive. The attempt to make Garrison Cade interesting is doing pretty good imo.

[Blehschmidt]

IT'S BACK!!!!

Can't wait for the next chapter and the killing to start anew!!

[Dingle]

YAY!

Finally updated in like a month, *steals zan's games so he cant not do updates*

[sirdavinator]

It's back...I guess boredom caught up with you, huh?

[Hayhay17]

Good update, but you know he really needs to win this contest?

PAPERBAG MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Huss Delgado]

No way... Mike Muggins.

[Krazy_K]

zzzZZZZzzzzZZ

Cool chapter =p

[Gongsun Zan]

Hour 44

Day 2

1900 to 2000

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Not less than 20 meters away from where Tommy Dreamer had set up camp, Randy Orton hid by the remains of a fallen tree, watching the actions of Tazz with interest. Unlike Funk, Dreamer or Vader, he had opted to keep to himself – a fact which Orton took to be a sign of malicious intent. Tazz was planning on killing the others, and he was the only person who could warn them in time.

The others were already on the verge of sleep now. At first, he had wondered why they didn’t just take turns to keep watch, but it soon became clear – none of them were willing to trust the other with their lives. After all, they had no hope of escape. Might as well just kill your while they’re sleeping.

Carefully, he flicked the safety switch on his rifle. He looked at his watch, focusing on the second hand as he steadied his breathing. Midnight was fast approaching, and pretty soon he would have the cover of darkness for which he could strike. He would wait for the midnight announcement, for Bischoff’s voice to mask his approach. And then, he would deal swift justice. In less than five hours, Tazz would be dead – he would see to that.

---

Steven Richards was in some sort of building, or house, he wasn’t sure nor did he care. Unarmed and alone, all he knew was that there was light in this house, and that was good. Outside, darkness was approaching once more, something he wanted to avoid at all costs. He didn’t want to be alone in the dark, especially after what had happened to Edge.

He had left Edge behind. Edge was dead. He wasn’t. At first, he told himself that he would have died too, had he stayed behind. But now, as he replayed the scenario again and again in his head, he was starting to become more and more confident that he could have somehow changed the outcome.

He could have saved Edge, but he didn’t.

He tried to push the thought away, but instead the harder he tried, the more he couldn’t help but think about it. So occupied by his thoughts, he failed to noticed that he was no longer alone. Suddenly, he felt a hand close around his mouth and nostrils. He flayed about wildly, trying to escape, but his attacker held on to him even tighter. He felt something graze his arm…some sort of rock?

Whatever it was, the only thing Richards could think of was that somebody was trying to kill him. Prying the hand from his face, he bit down hard, earning him a few seconds of much needed oxygen. Unfortunately, his victory was short lived, as the hand closed in once more. Richards forced himself to struggle even more, ignoring the protests of his tired body.

Reassuring words filled his ears, but Richards was in no mood to listen, instead thrashing harder against his unseen assailant. For a moment, he thought he heard somebody sigh, but it mattered little, as the rock finally came in contact with his head, returning him back into the darkness.

---

For some, managing to reach the third day with minimal killing would have been considered an incredible stroke of luck. For others, it would be a tremendous disappointment. Shaggy 2 Dope belonged to the latter category.

How long had it been since he managed to get a cut on the action? He couldn’t remember. Time had a way of going funny when you’re doing nothing. It also had a habit of going funny when you were stuck in a contest to kill everyone else.

Perhaps, he thought to himself, he should have left the hospital ages ago. Yet each time he headed for the exit, he would hear the footsteps of another contestant somewhere behind him, deeper inside the hospital. It wasn’t long before the juggalo decided that he would not leave the hospital until that one contestant was dead.

It never occurred to him that he was the one being hunted.

Out of nowhere, a loud gunshot exploded behind him. He turned around to look at his attacker, barely saving his own life. The bullet that was heading towards his head merely blew through his cheek, popping his jaw right open.

For Shaggy 2 Dope, it felt like his entire mouth had blown up. He could feel something dangling about his neck – which he would later discover to be his lower jaw. But right now, he had more pressing issues to deal with.

He ducked again, as several more bullets flew his way. One of them grazed his arm, but the rest flew harmlessly overhead. A few more gunshots rang through the corridor, but by then, Shaggy 2 Dope was already safely behind cover.

As Roddy Piper struggled to reload his weapons, he felt a dull thump on his forehead. Looking down, he saw a scalpel lying on the floor – the grip having just come in contact with his head. He grinned, momentarily distracted, until he realized how defenseless he was. Instantly, he returned his attention to his guns, but it was too late. Shaggy was already darting towards him like a madman, his jaw dangling to one side, spewing blood all over the corridor.

Mortified, all Piper could do was throw his GLOCK in desperation, but he never even got the chance. Shaggy was already upon him, clawing madly at Piper’s face. It wasn’t long before his nails drew blood, prompting Piper to scream in pain. Already in a state of anger and madness, the screams only drove him on, his nails digging deeper into Piper’s flesh.

BANG!

Shaggy fell backwards, blown back by the force of the gunshot. Piper stood in front of him, Desert Eagle in hand. For several seconds nobody moved, as Shaggy stared down the barrel of Piper’s weapon.

Piper grinned, waiting to savor the moment before he pulled the trigger.

But instead, Shaggy 2 Dope pounced again.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he was on his back, Shaggy 2 Dope on top of him once more. But this time, it was different. Shaggy now had the gun, and it was pointed right at him.

Slowly, 2 Dope brought the gun closer towards Piper’s screaming mouth, until the barrel was touching his tongue. Piper continued to resist, biting down on the barrel as though it would help.

BANG!

Piper’s head exploded, his flesh liquefied by the bullet. Red bits of goo splattered everywhere, as Shaggy continued to pull the trigger, blowing away every remaining piece of ‘Rowdy’ Roddy Piper.

Finally, his fingers came to a stop, the clip already long depleted. Slowly, he rolled over, feeling the gaping wound on his side, and the blood pouring out all over the floor. As he examined his body, a sense of overwhelming fear washed over him.

He was dying.

And then he was dead.

17 Wrestlers Remaining

[Protoman Version 2.5]

Whoa, great update. I didn't suspect shaggy, nor piper would die out so early. Slightly down about 2 dope getting the axe but eh at least nunizo and dreamer are still in it, as well as foley. I suspect some thing similar to WBR #1 will happen and orton gets whacked off by the other former ECWers thinking he was lying and just trying to kill off taz. That or taz some how kills off orton and thus puts him in a pyscho paranoid like state and fucks up the rest of his team mates. Also i have a few guesses on whom got richards. Though i don't think it's any one going to kill him off, yet any ways.

[Hajjhowe]

Great update, although I liked Piper. Wasn't too big on Shaggy, so him getting killed off is fine by me. Whoever has Richards won't kill him, or he would have. I don't know who it is, maybe Cade? Good update, and Spike lives one!~

[LygerMark]

Shaggy and Piper in 1 chapter. I am now super happy. Now Vader must win....

[Guest karsten]

It would be very cool if the last three would include Shane Douglas, and Douglas ended up winning because the two others killed eachother.

[Guest mroniimusha]

My pick to win? Scott Hall. He's done pretty much bog all throughout this entire thing other than sleep.

[Dingle]

WAHOOO!!!

UPDATE

Zan, Go S2D *mexican wave*

[Guest Vinbert]

Now to piss everyone off!

[jayden]

exsqueeze me?

[Besmirched Tea]

Now to piss everyone off!

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