We are the darkness, but we’re leaving
We are the gods that are deceiving
We are the painters of blind-faith

Up above in the swirl of clouds, where there was a bright light in the middle. Was The Creators control room that looked over the playing field.

Round 3 had started. It was a zombie apocalypse scenario. The group had 1 week (7 hours in real time) to find a cure before an automic bomb would drop and destroy the area.

So far the survival ratios were:

Dean Ambrose- 9.5:10
A.J Lee- 6.8:10
Becky Lynch: 7.5:10
Aj Styles- 6:10
Finn Bálor: possible 10:10
Bayley: possible 10:10

Gathered around the large rectangular table were The Creators. Stacks of money sitting in front of them. "Might as well forfeit the game." The Villain spoke, propping his feet up. "My picks are in the lead."

"The games not over yet."  The woman who explained the rules in Round 1 watched the screen. In this game, she was dubbed The Rag Doll, Ruby Riot. She earned her name by creating monsters that literally dragged the abducted competitors like, well rag dolls if given the chance. Her monsters were the ones who sometimes helped her win this game, by taking out the people she betted against.

The Villain aka Marty Scurll, earned his nickname by being very manipulative and using his charm to seduce a person into obeying his every command. Like how he did with Bayley. He is very cunning, and knows exactly how to get his way.

"Both of you are delusional, man." Marty and Ruby looked over at the man with the large beard, spinning in his chair. This creator was known as The Eater of Worlds, Bray Wyatt. He was the one helping Ruby explain the rules back in Round 1. His job was to "erase" the worlds that they placed the victim's in. And to create the new world/scenario of the next round. He created the map. He knows every hidding place. Where every blind spot was located. Same with where each worm hole was.

"Well then who are you betting on, Bray?" Marty asked.

"I'm betting on the person that's clearly going to win this thing. That's who I'm betting on."

"No no no. This time, I will win." The 3 turned to the woman who had two toned hair. Pink and green. She gave them all a devilish grin. "You are all not ready to lose. But you better prepare." This woman was known as The Empress of Tomorrow, Asuka. Her job was to calculate the difficulty of each round and to place Ruby's creations in the appropriate one depending on how vicious they were.

There was a scoff coming from the man beside The Empress. "Who cares about the survivors? If you want to win the most money, you have to be able to tell which people will be the first ones to die." This man is known as The Lone Wolf, Baron Corbin. He is in charge of how and where to abduct the contestants for this game of survival. He usually liked picking random people who had no correlation to one other because they'd easily turn on each other, but he decided to go with a different approach this time. And honestly, he was more fascinated than ever.

"We all know that the outcome of this game is going to remain the same as it always does." They all turned to the man at the head of the table. He enerlaced his fingers and sat forward, "With me winning for the 5th consecutive time in a row." The rest of the Creators fell silent. Now this was the most important man of them all. His name is Aleister Black. No nickname needed. Without him, H.E.L.L wouldn't even exsist. His twisted mind sparked the idea and with the help of his followers, they made it a reality.

He is in charge of what happens to the bodies of the people that die in this game. And what happens to their spiritual bodies that get trapped, liked how AJ Styles would have if Becky would have left him stuck in Round 2.

Believe it or not, trapped spiritual forms of the person is not uncommon. The energy of those spiritual bodies is what powers H.E.L.L and makes it the alternate world that it is.

"Marty already has his winners locked in. As for the rest of you, choose wisely. Round 3 is your final chance to change your survivor. Or in Baron's case, choose the order of death."

"Well." Ruby turned on the volume of the footage, "Why don't we just check in on the activity." Everyone turned their attention back to the screen.
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Dean and A.J were stranded in a house, waiting out the herd of zombies passing by. It had been 3 days (3 hours real time) with little water and barely any food.

The Creators set this up to where their starvation was all in their head, so it would actually feel like they were malnourished.

"I like all kinds of fries." Dean stated, "Regular French fries, curly fries, waffle fries." He listed on his fingers. A.J held her knees tight against her body to silent the sound of her growling stomach. "Steak fries, shoestring fries, potatoes cakes." His girlfriend balled her hands into fists. If she heard Dean list one more type of food, she was going to lose it. He nudged her arm, "Potato cakes!"

"Do you ever shut up! I am starving and I do not care about your obsession with fries!" She stood up in front of him, pointing her finger to his face. "And news flash, potato cakes are disgusting!"

Dean's eyes grew, "How... Dare... You..."

She nodded, "Yeah, I said it. At this point I can just stab somebody and eat them!" A.J waved around the pocket knife that she had found.

"You have that crazy look in your eye..." He stood up, backing up even more against the wall.

"Do I?" She asked rhetorically, walking closer to him.

"The only thing you can eat that's on me is my ass." He took the knife out of her hand, "Unless I eat yours first."

"Ugh! You are disgusting!"

"I'm not the one who was high key thinking about cannibalism."

"All I'm saying is that I'm hungry, okay!" She leaned her forehead against Dean's chest and mumbled, "I thought they said we wouldn't starve in here."

He wrapped his arms around her, "Maybe it's just all in our heads."
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"Looks like he figured that part out." Ruby typed into her control panel, "I'm telling you, Dean is my pick. He is going to be the first one to escape or survive until the end with the highest score."

"So is your pick locked?" Aleister asked.

"Yup. It is." She nodded, "So should I send down potato cakes?"

Marty laughed, "Sure, It'll be a shame if Bayley or Finn kills him though. He is pretty funny."
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Dean was still hugging A.J. Then he smelled something in the air. Something delicious. On the opposite side of the room laid a plate of potato cakes. He gasped loudly and tossed A.J to the side and ran to the food, "Potato cakes!"

A.J got up from the floor, "You better share!"

Dean held the plate behind his back, "No! You just dissed them!"

"Dammit Dean I will bite your face off!"

"That's fine, let me just finish my potato cakes first!"
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Bray clapped his hands, "I love these two! But I will say, A.J will be the one to survive out of the couple."

Ruby rolled her eyes at the man challenging her bet. "What makes you say that?"

"That boy is willing to die for her. You know that." He pointed out, "I'm saying that might happen. Resulting in you losing."

"Whatever. Who knows. Maybe Bayley and Finn might kill her, and we all know Dean is vengeful. So he'd find a way to kill them."

"Whoa!" Marty sat forward, "Don't you dare try and make it seem like Dean will take out my picks!"

"Will you three shut the fuck up?" Baron leaned back in his chair, and lit a cigarette. "I'm calling it now, that Dean will be the very first one to die."

"Seriously?" Ruby scoffed, "He is obviously the strongest and bravest one of the group. Those two qualities scream winner."

"No." Baron denied, "They scream stupid sacrifice."

"He's got a point." Marty agreed.

Bray scrolled through the map to see if he could find anybody else. "Here's Finn and Bayley."

"Aka the winners." Marty added.
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"What are we going to do?" Bayley ran her hands roughly through he now oily hair. "I can't kill somebody, Finn."

"I already told you that I would-"

"I'm not gonna let you have that guilt weigh down on your shoulders."

"He said if we don't do it, I die. There's no way we can work our way around this."

Finn tried to think, "Hey, you have two lives remember! If you don't kill anybody, he'll take one of your lives which means you still have one more left!"

"Finn, you're a genious!"
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"Looks like The Villain forgot about Bayley having an extra life." Asuka sang mockingly.

Marty rubbed his hands over his beard, "Don't rule me out yet."

"But you told them last round that they won't be able to get killed." Baron reminded.

Marty smirked, "What's my name again, lads?"

"The Villain."

"Exactly." He waved his finger, "a Villain lies." Marty went to his panel and switched off the 'exempt' setting. "Now if she dies, she'll have no choice but to kill someone or else she'll be a goner for good."

"We'll see about that." Asuka went back to her panel, "Check on Aj and Becky." She told Bray.

He searched through the map, "Oh, they found the CDC. Perhaps they can complete this round."

"If they find the cure." Alesiter reminded.
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Aj peeked from behind one of the walls of the hallway to check if there were too many zombies.

"I know I said The Walking Dead was my favorite show, but I never wanted to be in it." Becky whispered to her boyfriend who ignored her.

At the end of the hall was a door that was surrounded by zombies. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say the cure would be behind those doors." He inserted a new clip into his gun. "You run towards the door and I'll cover you."

Becky cocked her head, "Why do I have to be the one to run into a group of zombies?"

"Because you're faster than me. And don't worry, I won't leave you for dead." He hissed.

Becky rolled her eyes, "How many times do I have to apolog-"

"Just shut up and do it before more come our way. The last thing we need is to be surrounded."

Becky groaned. She took a peek of how many zombies she had to encounter. There was at least 10-15. She reloaded her gun as well, and charged at them. Becky made it into the room. In the center of a machine was a glowing antidote in a tube.

"Yes!" She grabbed it and put it in the pocket on the inside if her jacket.

"Hurry up in there! There's more coming at us!" Aj called out, firing a barrage of bullets. "Shit! I'm almost out of amo!"

Becky ran out shooting more zombies that came at her. Once she made it back to Aj, the scenery changed.
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"Looks like they're going to complete this round if they make it through this last part." Bray commented.

The Creators sat in silence watching the rest of Round 3. They had to choose carefully on which players were the best to bet on. These last few moments would seal their decision.

Becky and Aj completed the round, earning themselves another life and a higher survival ratio that began to get The Creators thinking more.

"Maybe we've been sleeping on these two." Baron tapped his cigarette, letting the ash pile onto the table.

"Hm.... No. The trust isn't there. No way they're both going to make it out of Round 4 alive." Marty commented. "If my picks were smart, which they are. They'd go after Aj or Becky. Turn them against each other. Make the other look wicked as an excuse to kill them."

Aleister scoffed, "Not everybody can be as cunning as you. Meaning, they can't pull something off like that."

"Well who are you going for then?"

"I'll lock in my answer, after everyone else does." He pointed to Ruby, "Would you remind us all of your pick or would you like to take this time to change it?"

"Dean Ambrose." She reminded with 0 hesitation. "I believe he'll be the first one to escape."

"A.J Lee." Bray announced, "She's smart. Brave. And I wouldn't put it past her when it comes to having to kill her friends in this case scenario."

Aleister pointed at Asuka, "Becky Lynch." She simply answered, "You can't trust her. And she may not trust herself."

Before Aliester could get to Marty, he spoke his obvious answers. "Bayley and Finn will both leave H.E.L.L together."

"Baron. You have an order?"

Baron swiped the ashes off the table and leaned forward. "Since I'm only able to bet on half the players. I'm calling that Dean will be the first to die. Then Bayley. Then Finn."

Aleister smirked, "Okay then. I guess you'll be surprised that Aj Styles is my pick to be the first to escape."

The rest of The Creators raised their eyebrow. Was he serious? He had to be joking. At least Marty chose a couple to escape together to be more reasonable. But Aj by himself? That's insane. In Round 3, Becky was the one to compete it.

"Now I'm definitely confident that I'll be winning this time." Marty rubbed his hands together excitedly.

The man at the head of the table smirked, "We'll see about that."