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Day 1: 5:56 p.m.

"You think we'll get help with our match as our reward?" AJ asked his team making the three shrug unsure, like they knew what was going on in Vince McMahon's mind. "That'd be nice." Karl noted noticing a bunch of people cleaning tables, probably meaning dinner was over. The four members of the Bullet Club had eaten too much food within the last hour, they would more than likely hate themselves later.

"We can ask when we see McMahon." Luke told the younger three as he eyed the Randy kid from earlier watching Nikki Bella, something about the look in his eyes was off.. "He's intimidatin'." Finn told the team as he patiently sat there wanting to get up and active like they had hours before chasing the Texas Rattlesnake. Only if it weren't so painful.

"Agreed." AJ muttered while two people not too far from them began yelling about sucking it or something. "What in the hell?" Karl asked looking at the two guys in black and green, both with long hair.

One wore camouflage pants with a green sideless shirt and a cowboy hat while the other wore jeans with a black t-shirt. "I don't know," AJ began as the two came face to face with three black guys, "but it's interesting." One of them was rather large, with huge muscles, another small and carrying a trombone, and the last tall and skinny.

They wore pink and blue attires making them look rather odd. "Well seems like we're not the only faction having problems on the first day." Luke joked making Finn snicker. "Guess not." He replied seeing Vince McMahon watching in the back of the pavillion, his presence unknown to most campers who were enjoying possibly the two funniest teams going at each other's throats.

Two of the black kids wore belts around their waists, the belts looking like pennies on their stomachs. "Ya know what," the taller one in the group with the wacky hair asked his voice raising, "tomorrow after we whip your booty's," he paused for a brief second taking a deep breath before yelling, "we gonna eat a big old bowl of Booty O's."

The two standing to his side both struck stances, the taller one of the two beginning, "Booty O's. They make sure…" He was quickly cut off by a Superkick from one of the other teams. He fell back, the boy in the cowboy hat obviously not entertained. "What the hell is Booty O's?" Karl asked before all hell broke loose.

The two teams began clashing, the small black boy using his trombone to attack the cowboy that knocked out his friend. As the two teams clashed, the Hounds quickly moved into action. Using the falling dark to their advantage, they quickly began to move towards the action the crowd too distracted to notice them.

Everyone knew the three would stop them but they just wanted to enjoy the brawl while they had it. AJ watched silently like a jaguar stalking its prey, he wanted to learn how the three worked. How they trapped their targets and struck, what made each and everyone of them tick.

"Watch them." He ordered the other three who nodded, already a step ahead of him. They could only watch as the three joined the fight. Roman was in a full sprint going towards the large black member who had no clue what was about to happen to him. With the swiftness of a lion, he speared the champion probably breaking a rib or two.

Seth had jumped up onto a table that was right in front of the large white dude in jeans who was currently beating the trombone player with his trombone, it seemed like that happened a lot. Seth launched himself into the air, ignoring the risks of jumping onto a concrete floor.

He flew high, slamming the man to the ground before he popped back up looking at the boy that put his hands up surrendering. The last one, Dean stood behind the cowboy who was oblivious to his presence. He simply stood there looking at Seth and Roman, a little curious as to where the third member of the Shield was.

After a second, the realization hit him like a cargo train and he slowly turned around, coming face to face with the Lunatic Fringe who was rather angry. Dean slowly grabbed a plate off of the table to his left before he smashed it into the cowboy's head knocking him unconscious and every brawler was done fighting.

"Damn." Luke muttered seeing Roman look at their table, the look of anger still in his eyes, and he wanted to direct it at the new guys. Before the Shield could get back to moving, they were cut off by the voice of Vince McMahon, "calm down boys," he began walking forward making everyone look at him, "you'll get your shot soon enough."

Roman simply grunted as Seth gave him a pat on the back in an attempt to calm the big dog, for the better of everyone around them. "We want a match." Dean demanded, his voice a growl like a feral animal. Vince simply nodded, he knew exactly what they wanted, and how to make it the best match they could make.

"You'll get a match," Vince looked at his watch on his left wrist looking at the time, "but right now we have we have a campfire to get to." As if he could control it, the bell rang, signifying that dinner was officially over and it was officially time for the campfire.

"Get moving!" Vince ordered looking over at the Bullet Club, who he had a very special idea for.