Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE Superstars in this story.
Sami Zayn hadn't exactly been expecting birdsong upon waking up, but this was far from anything remotely familiar. He and the rest of the Superstars were packed into a small, relatively dark room. Some of them were already awake, but, seeing how little room there was to move, simply sat there, looking around in bewilderment. Sami crawled over a still-sleeping Dean Ambrose and approached Heath Slater. "Hey, what's going on?" he whispered.
"I dunno, man," Heath replied, glancing around at his sleeping colleagues. "I'm pretty freaked out right now. Is this everybody?"
"It looks like it," Sami answered. He quickly counted those present, just to be sure. Nodding, he added, "Yeah, I think that's everyone."
"Aw, man," Heath whimpered, putting his head in his hands. "I really hope nobody's gonna do anythin'. Really hope this is just a- j-just a big misunderstandin'. I'm really freakin' out. I-I mean, I dunno..."
"Hey, take it easy," Sami reassured him. "We're probably going to be fine."
At that exact moment, the lights snapped on, blindingly bright after the near-complete darkness. Heath yelped, adding his voice to the chorus of loud groans from the Superstars who had still been sleeping only moments before. As if that wasn't enough, previously unnoticed speakers in the corners of the room suddenly crackled to life. "Welcome, one and all, to the experience of a lifetime!" an overly cheery voice boomed, slightly distorted by static. "Thrills! Chills! Danger! All under one roof!"
"You interrupted my beauty sleep for this?" the Miz spat, glaring up at one of the speakers.
"Yeah! What gives?" Tyler Breeze joined in.
"C'mon, Breezy," Fandango yawned, patting his tag partner's shoulder. "I'm sure we can just go back to sleep for a few minutes."
"Close your eyes and you will meet your end now," the voice growled. The Superstars collectively froze, staring wide-eyed at the various speakers. The owner of the voice cleared his throat and chuckled slightly. "I mean, you wouldn't want to miss all the excitement, would you?" he asked in a slightly calmer tone.
Abruptly, a door across the room swung open. "If you would all kindly step through that door," the voice continued, "You will enter the game floor. I will further explain the rules there." The speakers hissed menacingly for a minute more before falling completely silent.
"Hey, with a name like 'game floor', it can't be all bad, right?" Xavier Woods asked, laughing nervously. "I mean, he was probably just kidding about the whole 'meeting your end' part, right?"
"I don't think I want to take that chance," Charlotte said, eyeing the door distrustfully.
"Well, I don't think we have a choice," Sheamus noted darkly.
One by one, the Superstars edged slowly toward the door. Once inside, they were greeted by an incredibly large room. The opposite wall was obscured by equipment of various sizes and shapes, each finely tuned to suit one purpose or another. "What is all this?" Bayley asked, inching slightly closer to the nearest contraption.
"Welcome to the game floor," the voice said from somewhere. "The instruments you see before you formulate your first test. This game will test your physical strength and mettle. The goal here is simple: merely reach the door on the other side of the room. You have three tries on each obstacle. Fail and you will be eliminated. Good luck."
"What exactly does he mean by 'eliminated'?" Cedric Alexander asked.
"An excellent question," the voice replied, startling more than a few Superstars. "When you are eliminated, you have reached your end. You will be out of the game permanently. Game over."
"See?" Xavier piped up, smiling with relief. "He didn't mean an actual end. You just get kicked out of the game, that's all."
A general feeling of reassurance spread throughout the group. "Well, let's get going, then," Kevin Owens said, making his way toward the first obstacle.
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On a side note, for those of you interested, I thought this one up last Saturday morning. Then, I proceeded to write for the entirety of the daylight hours. :P Always nice when inspiration hits you in the brain so hard, eh? ;)