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The night air was cool, though not unpleasantly so, as the Superstars left the Brooklyn arena. However, it was rather difficult for them to enjoy it, considering the man standing in the only exit virtually free of fans and refusing to budge. AJ Styles was trying to reason with the guy, but hadn't gotten anywhere.
Suddenly, the man raised his arms and shouted over the Superstars' chatter, "Listen to me, mortals of this realm." Silence fell almost instantaneously. "I am one of the ambassadors of the realm opposite yours," he continued in a slightly quieter voice. "All of you have been chosen by the Grand Council to be the ambassadors of this realm. In your pockets, you will find the badges that declare you as such." As this was said, every Superstar gathered there reached into their pockets and found exactly what the man had described.
"This is great and all, but what does it mean?" Seth Rollins asked.
The man nodded as though he had expected this question. "You must visit the alternate realms in order to declare the presence of your own realm," he explained. "If it is not done, the Grand Council will not acknowledge your existence and will obliterate your world."
Understandably alarmed, the Superstars simultaneously voiced their displeasure as loudly as they possibly could. The stranger waited patiently for them to quiet down before speaking again, "I have here the device you need to travel between the worlds." He presented a small remote with various buttons on it. "Be extremely careful that it is not lost, for I can only issue one to you," he warned, placing the remote in AJ's hand. "I wish you luck on your endeavor." With that, the man disappeared without a trace.
"Well, now what?" Enzo Amore asked, breaking the stunned silence.
"We don't have any choice," AJ answered, staring at the strange remote. "If we don't do it, we'll be responsible for the destruction of the whole world."
"How does it work?" Sami Zayn asked, stepping slightly closer to get a better look.
AJ carefully examined the buttons for a minute. "There aren't any words on this thing," he said, shaking his head slightly and turning the remote this way and that. "I can't make heads or tails of it," he finally concluded.
Dean Ambrose stepped up. "This is about when you start pressing random buttons," he said, swiping the remote and doing just that.
"Dean, don't!" AJ cried, grabbing for the device. The cry came too late, however, and the Superstars seemingly winked out of existence.
I'm not dead! :D I apologize for the unexpected hiatus, but my mind has been clogged up with personal matters as of late and had little room left for weirdness like this. But, on the plus side, I managed to scrounge this up. I figured I should post it now before the Draft comes along on Tuesday and turns this into an even less logical mess than it already is. Hopefully, I will be able to write more in the coming weeks. (Even though I finished Chapter 2 right away for you guys. I won't leave you hangin' this time ;)