Battle Royale: 72 Hours

[JDK]

oooooo.... no more New Jack. Now it makes it more difficult to decide who wins, many people still hold the possiblity. This BR is better than the last, can't wait for the next day.

[Gongsun Zan]

It's back!

Hour 25

Day 2

0000 to 0100

CM Punk waited, tapping his foot on the accelerator. In a few seconds, it would be midnight. There was no backing out now. Compared to the many other ideas he had, almost all of which were impossible, this was going to be nothing but a minor squeak of protest. Still, it was better than nothing. He was not here to play the game, but unlike the others who thought they could escape, Punk knew better. They were nothing but fools; trying to delude themselves into thinking that escape was a possibility. Foley had spoken the truth: There was no way out.

Despite that, he still wasn’t going to play along. If he was going to die, he was going to at give the boys running this contest one hell of a headache.

He looked at his watch, watching the second hand slowly close in on the number twelve. He took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly with his other hand. He prayed that even in death, his grip on the wheel will not slip. The slightest error would result in a wasted death.

From some far off clock tower, the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of the first day of the competition. Right on cue, Bischoff picked up his microphone, reading out the latest update.

“First of all, I would like to congratulate all of you for making it past the first day of fighting!”

CM Punk slammed his foot down hard on the accelerator, the wheels of the car kicking up a spray of mud.

“It’s good to see all of you are putting up such a strong fight. However, it seems that another three of you have failed to make the cut.”

His target, the bunker where Bischoff resided, came into his sights. His eyes narrowed, focusing on his target with a newfound intensity. As he suspected, the walls were made with cheap aluminum. If what Foley said was true, then they wouldn’t have had the time to set up a proper underground structure.

“First off, we have Wrestler #48, Zach Gowen.”

Punk had always admired the kid’s tenacity. Sure, he wasn’t the best of wrestlers, but at least he tried. He had cheated death once, but this time, it looked like Gowen wasn’t getting away again.

“…and on the other end of the roster, we have Wrestler #1, Arn Anderson.”

So, Double A was dead. He was one of the more respected men in the business, and now he was dead. Of course, like everyone else, he knew the risks involved in wrestling, but Punk was sure none of them were expecting to go out like this. They had stepped into the business to entertain, not to kill. What had they become?

“…what a surprise! Wrestler #26, New Jack was dead.”

Even as his car closed in on the bunker, CM Punk was shocked. The former bounty hunter was easily one of the most dangerous men in the contest. The fact that he had gotten eliminated so quickly and easily certainly worried him. Had he fallen to superior numbers? Or had he simply met a better foe? The fact that so many were playing the game saddened him.

“…definitely one of the top picks of the contest, but hey, that’s life…or as Vince likes to put it…life sucks, and then you die!”

So, they were betting on the contestants, just like they would place bets on a cockfight. Punk wondered how many had voted for him. A lot of people were about to be disappointed tonight.

The rest of the announcement followed, but CM Punk couldn’t be bothered to listen. There was only one zone on his mind right now. Besides, he wouldn’t be around for the new ones to come into effect. God forgive him for what he was about to do.

The car tore through the forest, finally emerging in an open field. The bunker loomed in front of him, growing larger with every second. This was it. He thought about this friends and family. He thought about his colleagues, those lucky enough to have avoided capture. He thought of something to say to them. He found that he couldn’t.

He finally crossed the imaginary between life and certain death. His collar started to beep, slowly at first but growing faster and faster, until the individual beeps became indistinguishable to the human ear. Punk bowed his head, uttering one final word, his last breath heard by nobody but himself.

“Sorry.”

CM Punk closed his eyes. For him it was all over.

The driverless car continued to hurtle towards the bunker. Punk’s foot had fallen off the accelerator, but that hardly mattered. It tore through the outer wall of the bunker, crushing an unlucky soldier who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It continued to tear through the second sheet of metal, before finally coming to a stop, wheels still spinning in the air. The soldiers who witnessed the entire spectacle stood there unmoving, not knowing what to do.

Stunned, Bischoff threw down his headset, screaming at the top of his voice. He didn’t care who just attacked the bunker, because they were all going to pay.

As a soldier stepped up to him, identifying the infidel, Bischoff couldn’t help but grin. CM Punk, the man who had refused to play the game, had driven head first into the base, taking out one of the soldiers with him. He wondered if Punk actually thought he was doing something meaningful. His anger washed away, as he laughed at the irony of the situation.

Whether he knew it or not, CM Punk had died playing the one game he swore not to play.

33 Wrestlers Remaining

[9 to 5]

Well, CM Punk didn't manage to do much but at least he didn't play the game and that was important to him I guess.

[sirdavinator]

What WAS the aim of CM Punk's plan? I don't understand...

[D-Extreme]

that was a good update, poor CM, he was dumb...and he died cause o that. And New Jack being dead, heh, goes to show ya even if you have an experience in killing people, this game is gonna screw you over.

Cant wait to see who will be the next to die.

[Kaney]

Kinda anti-climatic with Punk, I felt. I at least expected the car to explode after Punk died, but I guess it was just to show how Punk felt about the game. Lets hope the next chapter is more exciting!

[Jonny D]

That was a good chapter. I was glad Bischoff didn't go, because that would of been anit-climatic.

[Blehschmidt]

Glad this is back...looking forward to more.

Glad to see Punk stick to his guns...

[gunnar hendershow]

Kind of anti-climatic with Punk. Glad to see it back though.

[Hajjhowe]

YES! I have had a slight dislike for Punk in EWR diaries since IWF. Seeing him FINALLY lose makes me happy. A nearly pointless death at that! Kudos Gongsun Zan!

[Farmer Reil]

What WAS the aim of CM Punk's plan? I don't understand...

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To either kill/injure Bischoff, or die trying. Either way, he'd be dead, and wouldn't have played the game, so his soul would've been happy.

[Gongsun Zan]

Hour 26

Day 2

0100 to 0200

Christian was on the prowl. His arm was outstretched, allowing his Uzi to lead the way. He stuck to the alleyways, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. His little nap had proven useful – he felt as ready and alert as ever.

So far, he was quite pleased with his performance. He had made it past Day 1 without so much as batting an eyelid. If this was a sign of things to come, he could surely win this contest. As long as his trusty Uzi didn’t run out of ammo (virtually impossible), or he didn’t get ambushed (which is why he had to be careful), winning this competition would be a breeze.

As though that wasn’t enough, one of his biggest threats, New Jack, was already dead. Christian wasn’t like New Jack. While the Original Gangsta killed for the thrill of it, Christian killed well, just because.

The first task of the day was to clear out the residential area. It had been a beehive of activity in the morning, and to simply walk out without first searching the area would be foolish. It was a messy task, but somebody had to do it. Christian pitied those he killed, but hey, better them than him. Unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on how you look at it – it appeared that most of the wrestlers had left the area for safer pastures.

Christian came to a halt, pressing his ear against a wall. He could hear voices, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. After a few more minutes of careful listening, he figured that there were only two people inside. Assuming they weren’t armed, they would be easy pickings.

He entered the house by the back, taking a stroll through the kitchen. If he was correct, his targets should be in the next room. He leaned against the wall, about to peak his head out when somebody called out behind him.

“Woah.”

Christian spun around, completely caught off guard. John Cena had just emerged from the toilet, eyeing Christian with caution. He had hesitated, and had just missed a valuable opportunity to fire. Meanwhile, his other ‘target’, Billy Gunn stepped into the doorway, effectively cutting off Christian’s only means of escape.

So much for a surprise attack.

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Garrison Cade gripped his sickle tightly, moving through the forest without a sound. So far, after twenty four hours of game time, he had already taken out Low Ki and Chris Kanyon. Well, Kanyon wasn’t truly his kill, but he did get to deal to finishing blow. It was a small matter, and Cade hardly cared. After all, he still had two more days to increase his kill count. Soon, a time will come where they will fear his name.

Cade knew he wasn’t exactly a favorite in this contest. To be honest, he doubted he was anybody’s favorite wrestler at all. Despite countless years working for the WWE, he was still stuck on that jobber show. Meanwhile, dozens of has-beens and never-was’ continued to be pushed on RAW, while Vince McMahon constantly ignored his potential.

He had waited patiently at first, hoping that one day his big break will come. It never did. Rather, he constantly was pushed as a blue chipper, and once the fools got bored of that, they made him a cowboy. And so the pattern repeated itself, until even the fans were sick of him. While he spent his nights working dark matches in run down hick towns, Mark Henry was getting pushed to the moon. While he jobbed night after night on HEAT, Konnan enjoyed an upper card run on RAW. Hell, even that washed out Jeff Hardy was pushed over him.

He deserved so much more than that. He was trained by a legend, yet the WWE treated him like shit. Plus, it wasn’t just those at the top. Even the other wrestlers laughed at him, attributing words like ‘bland’ and ‘untalented’ to him. And that was just the least of it. He knew what went on behind his back…there was even that despicable name the internet ‘smarks’ called him: The Vanilla Jobber.

That was exactly what the WWE did with their talent. They jobbed them every Tom, Dick and Harry they could find. Even after you career has long gone down the drain, they would continue to job you, constantly giving the spotlight to huge dumb and untalented hosses.

Now, he was just sick and tired of it all. But after tonight, everything was going to change. There would be no more laughing behind his back. There would be no more insults…even the damn smarks would learn to respect him. His role in the contest was fueled by vengeance, an unstoppable desire to punish those that have been holding him back all his life. His career may be unsalvageable, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t kill the bastards who made it that way.

Yes, that was exactly what he was going to do. He would slit the throats of Konnan, Orton, Cena and anyone else who opposed him. Cade hated them all. Each and every one of them deserved to die a slow and painful death. And after they were all dead, he would kill the head honcho himself: Vincent Kennedy McMahon.

He could just imagine it right now. Holding Vince up by his hair, as the former manager of the WWE begged for mercy. He wanted to hear him beg for his life, and to apologize for all the careers that he killed. He would torment him, making his life a living hell.

And then, once Garrison Cade was satisfied, he would slice his throat, allowing Vince to choke on his own blood. Just like the way he choked the rest of the competition to death.

And then, nobody would ever make fun of him…again.

As he looked up towards the entrance of the hospital, Garrison Cade realized he was smiling.

33 Wrestlers Remaining

[sirdavinator]

NO KILLING! NO FAIR!

Nah, just kidding. At least the hour provided further development of Christian and Cade (which was rather important). I predict he won't win, though. Unless you pull off a SWERVE~!, no, it won't happen.

BTW, happy holidays!

[nabeel]

CM Punk did a valiant thing and I've a hunch Vince will kill Bischoff before the diary is over

[Big Hydro]

i am now officially a Cade mark

[Kristos Is God]

Cade (in this story, anyway)>all

[Protoman Version 2.5]

Good diary, i just got done reading it. And i gotta say poor punk, he did a noble thing but ended up failing. And yes!! EVIL lives on! Funaki all the f'n way! Though i am curious about some thing, at least when you mentioned big hand that grabbed taz i thought it may have been taker. Cause you mentioned him earlier as only being injured in about the first chapter. So maybe the deadman will make a appearance later and be one of the top four or some thing. Or just have shamrock make him his bitch. And i'm curious where the stuff with violent J will go, not to mention his ICP tag mate shaggy. Glad both of them are still alive and kicking and glad shaggy killed the one legged " wonder " of the world, he deserved it for using a name that is a cheap rip off of the D!

[GCCWolverine]

Hey, my prediction of Cade isn't so crazy after all

Edited May 28, 2004 by GCCWolverine

[D-Extreme]

....wait...Konnan was on RAW? And was an uppercard as max moon?....damn what the hell was he thinking when he left wwe?!

[Farmer Reil]

....wait...Konnan was on RAW? And was an uppercard as max moon?....damn what the hell was he thinking when he left wwe?!

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Probably something along the lines of "get me the fuck outta this stupid fucking costume, esse!"

A nice hour GZ. Cade is still one of the most boring people on the planet, but at least he's a boring person with a purpose.