So. Lane, Cillio. Might as well do your actions tonight and send them to Rhett, see if we can end this game within an hour.

Awwwww, how can I be mad at that face?

Sorry guys. I was too tired to finish it all up. I'll have it done tonight. Probably in the next few hours.

As the crew rolls into their destination stop for the final house show of the week, the crew begins getting things set up. The people get in line to see what’s left of their favorite wrestlers and also to see what eventful things will be happening tonight. So many deaths in a company and everyone takes an interest.

We switch to backstage where The Giant is brushing his long locks in the mirror. As he finishes and gives his hair a swing, he notices an ominous figure standing behind him in the shadows.

“YOU! What do you want?”

The bleach-blonded, black wearing, sunglasses adorned Hulk Hogan takes a few steps out into the light. He pats the WCW World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.

“I know you want this title, brother. But that simply won’t happen. Although I do have a spot for you, in the NEW WORLD ORDER, brother!”

The Giant stands tall over Hulk and stares him down. He raises a hand to swat down Hulk, but Hulk kicks him in the balls!

He clutches his genitalia as he falls to his knees. Hulk nails him with the title and Giant falls down with a bit of blood trickling from his forehead. Hulk stands over him with a gun in his hand. As his finger moves slightly on the trigger, Hulk smirks and gives a grave laugh.

“Looks like you’re not New World Order material, brother.”


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A plume of smoke and Hulk Hogan is gone but replaced by Diamond Dallas Page aiming his gun at The Giant.

He realizes where he is and throws the pistol away. The Giant breathes a sigh of relief. DDP makes the hand motion and walks away.

“Self-High-Five!”


END OF NIGHT FIVE!

DAY SIX BEGINS NOW!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

So uhh.... who do you guys vote to lynch?

Actually...

(CONTINUATION OF NIGHT FIVE)

A plume of smoke is shown in the hallway where Diamond Dallas Page was standing just a few moments ago. Hulk Hogan is standing there. He curses under his breath before suddenly clutching at his throat. He begins spitting up blood!

The VIRUS has taken control of Hulk! He rolls over onto his back as the vomit begins coming up in bubbly form. His chest stops moving as he has taken his final breath.


DEAD - Hulk Hogan - Mafia Godfather - 'Loverboy' Vinnie Lane

I had a 50/50 shot. Fuck.

WINNERS! THE TOWN!

Diamond Dallas Page - Transporter - Matthew Oaktree
The Giant - Sheriff - Mattael Cillio
Lex Luger - Lookout - The Yellow Sword
Randy Savage - Retributionist - Trax
Arn Anderson - Veteran - Doctor Louis D'Ville
Buff Bagwell - Doctor - DMX-Factor
Goldberg - Jailor - Dim
Ric Flair - Investigator - Hooded Man

Rey Mysterio - Jester - Ghost Tank

I am the greatest Transporter ever! Fuck you Jason Statham!

Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Ghost Tank, and i was the overall and best, Jester in Mafia.

6-1-9 MOTHAFUCKAS! WOOOOO!

Worst killer ever

<3 Gator <3

Is there a doctor in the house? Oh wait, it's just me. And I'm dead.