A shelter designed specifically for a nuclear war, with thick walls made from materials intended to block the radiation from fallout resulting from a nuclear explosion.

How the hell could they get out of here? Larrell wondered, testing the chains.

"Shit, man" Corin groaned in discomfort.

As Sithis circled the chamber, lighting candles surrounding the four, Larrell's mind raced. Searching for a way out.

Larrell's eyes could only make out a single door as it opened. Another hooded figure, face covered by a mask entered.

Chalk white, charcoal black eyes with red swirls on its cheeks. Jigsaw.

The two masked figures met eachother in the northern area, "...Hail Sithis," they greeted, bowing to eachother.

Two. Larrell examined. Which one is Sithis?

"Bitch ass cowards," Prince hissed, spitting at them. His saliva hitting only the ground and Larrell's trousers, "Gotta hide behind masks. Pussies."

The two turned to the eastern king and shared a cold dark laugh.

Jigsaw stepped in front Prince. "So...you don't understand why we hide our faces?"

It removed its mask.

Despite having a humanoid body. Its face was far from human.

The second cackled behind its Predator mask, raising a gloved hand from beneath, on the glove a diamond that had been carved into an eye was attached.

"...I shall enjoy watching you die...Elijah," Its fingers curling into a fist, "...your soul...is mine."

Suddenly, Larrell's body felt warm. His chest began to burn. Larrell clenched his teeth, trying to stifle a scream.

It felt like a chainsaw was tearing his torso apart from within.

Larrell screamed as he watched black mist emanated from his heart, drifting towards the ring.

"Mesno," the Jigsaw-masked figure shoved the other, "your treachery knows no bounds."

Larrell panted in pain, body burning like a fired bullet as his soul returned.

"The soul of north belongs to me. I, command Elijah's Virage!" Mesno vehemently shouted.

"It belongs to Sithis." Jigsaw crossed its arms.

"I am the strongest! I should be the leader of Sithis! Not you, Serfius," Mesno snarled, "Kadessa, Giannis or most of all Sithis!"

Serfius, crossed its arms, "our orders were to prepare the ritual and await Lord Sithis' arrival."

"Who was left in command? Me, not you." Raising the diamond glove. "I will take the souls of the pharaohs and lead Sithis, now."

Suddenly, in a flash of white light the room trembled as Grievus, the Virage, appeared.

Mesno turned to the Virage. Pointing a pokeball at it. "Return"

The creature's golden eyes flashed red momentarily but remained gold.

A voice filled Larrell's mind. (...Run...master...)

A beam of light fired from Grievus' center eye, destroying the core link.

"What are you doing?!" Magnius snapped. "Return."

Grievus swung, swatting Mesno to the entrance door.

"Shit," Corin hissed, "our pokeballs," running and grabbing his belt in the western corner of the room and tossing the others their belts.

The room quaked as three more Virage were summoned into the chamber by Serfius.

Larrell gripped one of his pokeballs, ready to summon Wartortle.

(...This is...goodbye...master...survive...) Grievus began to glow, pulsating with energy.

Explosion. Larrell quickly realized. Nearly blind, chest still aching Larrell, "Run." The four took off, making a bee-line for the door.

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The four stood in a narrow stone corridor. A long staircase, likely leading to the exit to their left. Another door in front of them.

Before anyone could think, Prince kicked the door in and charged inside.

Inside the room, two men wearing black hoods, human faces exposed turned to them in shock.

Corin sprinting behind Prince tackled one to the ground.

Prince swung, knocking the second one to the floor with a haymaker.

"Larrell!" Becky screamed across the room, tears in her eyes. "Help us."

While the other three stomped the two guards unconscious, Larrell hurried to the women. Like the men, all six were chained together. Unlike the men, blod there was a puddle of blood beneath each chair. Pools of blood streaming down each woman's left foot.

Their Achilles tendons had been sliced open recently.

"Prince, Corin!" Larrell shouted, "That Virage is gonna blow any time now!"

Prince summoned Melbu, using the Charmeleon's fire to melt the core lock. Freeing the women.

"Kadabra can't use teleport OUT of here." Tre called.

Prince scooped up Sasha, carrying her in his arms and hurried out.

Larrell, Corin and Tre stared at the five women remaining.

Paige.

Becky.

Lana.

Natalya.

Charlotte.

Each man could likely only carry one.

None of the women could walk or run.

Corin had no time to heal any of them now. Corin picked up Paige, hurrying out.

Tre held his breath. Picking up Charlotte, who weighed less. "Kadabra, carry Natalya and the girls pokeballs. The telepathic Pokemon levitated Natalya and the six purses, teleporting in spurts across the room and up the staircase.

Larrell stared at the remaining two.

Becky

and

Lana

Wartortle had no way of physically carrying either of them. Its arms were too short. He had to choose who to save quickly or find a way to save both of them in time.

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(What should I do? Who should I save? Becky or Lana? Or can I save both) I thought to myself.

"Hey, Larrell you need to make a choice in the next 10 seconds or else we are all going to die here" Becky said.

"I can't choose between both of you. I'm going to carry you both out of here. Lana, I'm going to carry you on my back and Becky I'm going to carry you out" I said. I lifted Lana and she put her hands around her neck and I picked up Becky and carried her in my arms. I recalled Wartotle to its picked and I ran as fast as I could with two women on top of me (take that statement as you will).

The Virage by the time I reached the exit just started to explode. I saw the sunlight and ran like the dickens. The explosion behind me made it seem like a scene in some action movie but this wasn't a movie, it was real. I was lucky that I had seriously hit the gym because a few months ago I don't think I could do this.

"Thank you, Larrell for saving us" Becky and CJ said. "No problem, I wasn't going to let you die in there"

"Hey, glad to see you guys made it out" Prince said holding Sasha Banks. "We need to get these girls so medical attention because I'm getting tired of holding Sasha."

"Sure you are, Prince" Paige said still in Corins' arms. Trey as he was holding Charlotte said, "Kadabra teleport us to the nearest hospital"

Becky and Lana each gave me a kiss on the cheek for saving their lives. Man, it is going to suck breaking some of these females' hearts because I eventually have to choose one. Becky? Christina? Lana? And God knows who else….damn.

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All white everything. Walls, floors and uniforms and a chorus beeping machines.

Corin and the men, drained from the battle and Sithis' torture, rested in a separate room.

Larrell was surprised when the door opened and a familiar face entered te room.

"Chansey," The round pink pokemon was dressed in a nurse's uniform carrying a tray.

By the side of the pokemon, a woman long slender legs and sky blue eyes, white heels, pink hair pulled into a bun under a nurses cap smiled at Larrell. ""How are you feeling?"

"Joy?" Larrell gawked as she leaned over to check his vitals.

Prince, Corin and Tre slowly sat up, reminiscent to the Undertaker, their eyes glued to the nurses rear.

"My forehead hurts..." Larrell admitted, massaging his temples. "So you graduated, that's awesome."

Joy cocked her head. "What do you mean?"

Larrell sheepishly downcast his eyes. "Oh, nevermind its okay."

The other three men exchanged confused glances.

Hands on her hips, Joy nodded. "Where did we meet?"

"Carolina, on campus."

"I went MU." She responded. "You probably met my sister. Joy-Carol or Joy-Salem. I'm Joy-Mia."

"Oh," Larrell nodded. "You look just like your sister."

After checking the vitals of the other three men, who suddenly were asleep again, Joy turned to Larrell. "Your pokemon have been healed too. I'll be back with your discharge papers."

Chansey sat the tray down before following Joy out the room.

Tre quickly sat up and turned to Larrell, "You hit that?"

Larrell sighed, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

""You did, didn't you?" Tre smirked.

"Bruh," Prince groaned, "We got our asses kicked, tortured, nearly killed man. Shouldn't nobody be thinking about pussy or no bitch." Turning over and staring at the wall.

Larrell batted a tear from his cheek.

The final words of Greivus replayed in his mind. The Virage's? What were they? Grievus belonged to him, how? Why couldn't anyone answer these questions?

He'd heard five names: Mesno, Serfius, Giannis, Kadessa and Sithis.

Prince was right. The four were no match for Mesno, who appeared to be the weakest of the five.

Were they only living on borrowed time? Paige was right. How could they protect anything when they couldn't protect themselves?

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It made sense to them.

When the SUV pulled up to the entrance of South Miami Hospital, Paige, Lana and Sasha didn't hesitate to climb in.

Shane McMahon didn't hesitate to step out. Wearing a dark blue dress shirt and slacks, the McMahon prince strode through the automatic doors and to the elevators.

In the driver's seat, Roman Reigns leaned back. His dark pulled into a ponytail, eyes on the road as he guided the car onto the road.

Sasha wearing thigh-length shorts, a black tank top and Adidas. "Damn," she cursed. Slipping the sneakers off and struggling to not chuck them out the window.

Prince had gotten her addicted to Adidas quickly.

Her memory swam through her river of memories of Prince.

There weren't many, she could crawl through them hastily.

Then, she slowly backstroked through the negative memories. He was a such a dick at times.

"How about we go for milkshakes?" Roman suggested, taking Sasha's hand and cradling it.

"Yeah," Rusev nodded as Lana slipped her shoes off and sat them in his lap. She needed a foot massage.

"I could use one," Paige agreed, snuggling with Seth Rollins.

Natalya sat beside Heath Slater.

The darkness brings us all back to being children. To run to the sandbox, our safe haven.

The four divas didn't feel safer from Sithis in the company of their "road boos" but they definitely felt more comfortable.

Destiny would haunt the Queens but this is the life they would choose. Comfort vs confusion. Predictability vs unpredictability.

Simultaneously, the three women sighed.

(Prince.)

(Larrell)

(Corin)

(Tre)

If they were really meant to be together...

"...find me." the four women whispered as the SUV rolled into the sunset.

End of Part 1