“This is fucking useless, you have to be kidding me.” I said, staring into my bag at my so-called ‘weapon’. Inside of my bag lay a Playboy Magazine, the August edition from 1993. The guards merely smirked and ushered me off into the awaiting jungle, forcing me to accept the fact that yes, a Playboy magazine WAS my weapon.

Eh, I wonder if I could paper cut someone to death...fuck it, this is useless.

With a sigh, I zipped my bag up and made my way out into the jungle, a scowl on my face. I needed a better weapon then this, somewhere around here there had to be a weapon...

Is that a weapon?

I sighed, unable to believe that I was actually hunting down items that I would try to use to kill my fellow wrestlers. The jungle was alot different then the ring...not even that freak, Damien Geist was safe from a kid like Tyler Lang.

Stopping by the skeleton of a former ‘contestant’ of the game, I checked him for supplies. Hidden in the skeleton’s molded over back pocket was a syringe, whose needle could be seen through where his stomach would have been. Holding my breath in an attempt to not vomit I reached carefully down towards the ground, grabbing the needle and slowly sliding it away from the skeleton.

My arm brushed a rib and I felt my stomach churn, forcing me t hold back my breakfast from attacking the skeleton’s rib in retaliation. Soon I had the syringe out and carefully wiped it clean on my pants. I made my way onward, no longer wishing to stay by the skeleton. These were the sorts of events that scarred a person for the rest of their lives.

Movement to the left.

I swung my head around and saw two approaching figures, both of which were familiar. Ian and Remi Bonneau.

Ian's weapon was...a comb?

"Bahahaha...so there's someone who got saddled with a weapon more useless then my own! The hell you gonna do, Ian? Gouge my to death?"

Ian's eyes set into a glare as he looked over to Remi, the two approaching fast.

"So you want to lay the game, Dom? Alright...we'll make sure you can't see to move the fucking pieces!" he shouted, as soon I found Remi pulling forth pepper spray and spraying me in the eyes. Burning pain shot through my face as I clutched the syringe tightly, letting forth a scream and staggering back. I could see through blurry vision Ian's approach and, with careful precision, managed to stab him in his arm with the syringe. He let out a scream of pain and pulled back, giving me enough time to get the hell out of there as Remi was quick to check on his friend.

"F-fuck!" I screamed, grabbing for my canteen and pouring water all over my face, washing out my eyes the best I could. I'd emptied half the canteen before I was satisfied and, as such, realized that I'd need to find a water source to refill the canteen.

I turned my head back to look over my shoulder, shaking my head in disbelief as I quickly continued to run. Another figure in the distance, spotting me and freezing like a dear in headlights. Rather then attack, however, I offered an alliance. Better to make one now and strengthen my chances of survival, then go solo for the entire thing...

“I’m Slayer,” the figure spoke quietly, stepping from the shadows. “We...we can work together, sure.”

My first alliance, and what would later prove to be a beneficial one at that.

The day continued onward with the both of us making ground, but eventually the night-time came and, with much reluctance due to fear for our safety, we opted to climb the trees of the forest and find ourselves a place to rest.