As Night Four begins, Triple H is shown walking around the backstage area. A nervous look is in his eye as he hesitantly walks around each corner. A door opens and Hunter Hearst Helmsley nearly jumps out of his skin until he realizes it’s just a WWF crew member.

“Hunter!”

Triple H jumps and turns around ready to fight when he sees Billy Gunn standing there with two shirts in his hand.

“Damnit Billy. I nearly beat your ass.”

“Speaking of ass… which shirt should I wear tonight?”

Billy holds out his arms with a shirt draped across each. The one on his right arm reads “Kiss the Ass…man!” and the other reads “He’s an Assman!” Hunter looks back and forth for a minute. He sighs.

“I’ll pick the one on the right arm. I don’t think you mean shirts though. Those are crop tops.”

Billy Gunn laughs before pulling up his shirt and rubbing his abs.

“You know the ladies love my abs. Anyways, I’ll catch ya later Trips.”

Billy slaps him on the arm before taking off. Hunter shakes his head but seems to have chilled out from his previous paranoia. He begins walking down the hall. As he does, the hall becomes steadily darker and darker. Triple H’s eyes liven up as he realizes something is up. He turns around to retreat, but all that’s behind him is a doorway. The walls surrounding it are completely black. He turns around again and nothing but darkness! It seems he’s in a black room with the only light being the red door before him.

Triple H begins backing away from the door into the darkness until he hears…

“The creatures of the night request your demise, Hunter. Open the door.”

Triple H shakes his head furiously as the sweat begins to fall from his face.

“Open the door! Allow the purity of evil to guide you!”

Triple H continues backing up until he hears a moaning noise. He turns around to see ten druids walking towards him. He tries to push them away, but their journey is relentless. They push him back towards the door and stand around waiting for his decision.

“You see my children. He is nothing by phony tough…”

Triple H opens the doorway and gasps.

“…and crazy brave. Look into the eyes of The Reaper. The Creatures of the Night will feast upon your rotting flesh.”

Through the doorway is shown The Undertaker. He grabs Triple H by the throat and squeezes until his throat it explodes in a most gory fashion. He falls to the ground as Undertaker sneers.

“And once The Undertaker has you, there is no coming back.”

The druids carry off Triple H as the camera fades away.


ELSEWHERE…


“C’mon Kurt! Let me out of her dog. It’s the D-O-to the double G and this ain’t the Dogg house.”

Road Dogg is sitting in jail with his arms dangling out. He continually flings his hair back and forth as if bored with the questioning.

“Damnit Road Dogg. I want the truth!”

“Yo man. I already told you the truth. Even the damn truth. What else do-“

The doorway to the small jail room explodes open with a huge fireball! Kurt looks stunned as he tries to peer through the flames. The tall being there is standing ominously in the doorway.

“Kane!? Damnit!”



FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!




The fire creeps along the floor and catches the Olympic Gold Medalist ablaze. Kurt begins running around the room. He runs right into the arms of Kane who wraps his gloved hand around his gullet.

“Blood is thicker than water, Kurt.”

With that Kane plunges Kurt to the pits of hell with a chokeslam! As this happens, the fires disappear leaving only the burnt remains.

“Uh… hello?”

Road Dogg is shown still in jail looking confused and saddened.

“A little help here?”


END OF NIGHT FOUR!

DEAD – TRIPLE H – LOOKOUT – MATTHEW OAKTREE

DEAD – KURT ANGLE – JAILOR – TRAX

Beginning of DAY FOUR!

With 10 alive, it’ll take six to lynch. I will close this on Monday evening if no decision is made.