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The next morning, a few men of the village rolled the boulder away from the entrance to the Superstars' prison. The translator was among them. "Wake up," he said. "The morning hunt is ready."
"What about breakfast?" Rob muttered drowsily.
"That is what you will hunt for," the translator replied, grinning sadistically.
"Do you guys have coffee?" Roman asked, repeatedly jabbing Dean, who was stubbornly trying to sleep. "Dean gets grumpy when he doesn't have his morning coffee."
"No," the translator responded. "I have never heard of that."
"He's going to be fun to have on the hunt," Jimmy joked, smiling teasingly at his twin brother.
"You're lucky," Jey retorted. "You don't have to hunt."
"That's because we're hurt," Dolph snapped. "It's not lucky."
"Whatever you say," Jey said, shrugging.
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A few minutes later, the uninjured Superstars made their way out of the village, following closely on the heels of the village's hunters. They held crude spears in their hands and kept a sharp eye out for anything edible.
Dean dragged the end of his spear through the dirt, upset over the lack of coffee in the village. "When'll we find something?" he growled. "I'm hungry."
"Be quiet," Roman hissed, noticing the hunters' angered expressions. "You're scaring away the food."
"I liked it better when food couldn't be scared away," Dean grumbled.
"You're just going to have to deal with it," Wade snapped. "We're stuck here whether you like it or not." Dean groaned, but said nothing.
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In the meantime, the injured Superstars were being properly treated for their wounds. The women were very gentle with the broken limbs and the lacerations. More official-looking bandages were wound around the injuries. "You know," Bo said, not really caring whether or not the woman tending him understood, "This is really nice of you, since we trespassed on your land and all."
The woman smiled softly at Bo, trying to convey that she appreciated his efforts at conversation. He grinned right back, completely misunderstanding the gesture. "It's a really nice village," he noted. "But, we'll have to leave soon. Vince, our boss, probably realized that we're missing and is sending a rescue squad right now."
Christian rolled his eyes as another woman coiled cloth around his head. "He really doesn't shut his mouth very often, does he," he noted, sighing at Bo's babbling.
Sheamus shook his head. "Too bad whatever happened last night didn't last long," he commented.
"Yeah," Christian chuckled. "That shut him up."
"I do wonder if Vince noticed anything, yet," Sheamus stated.
"C'mon," Christian replied, rolling his eyes. "This is Vince we're talking about. He's bound to have noticed."
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The unscathed Superstars crouched silently in the bushes, tracking some rather pig-like animals. They did, in fact, have one in their sights. The creature was snuffling around in the underbrush, completely unaware of the spears currently pointed at it.
The hunters had moved a short distance away, silently watching the Superstars and observing their every move. Dean, who had finally gotten over the coffee issue, squinted at the pig, measuring the distance between him and it. He slowly pulled his arm back, carefully aiming his spear.
The basic contraption of wood and stone whipped through the air. Everyone thought that it would hit its mark. Unfortunately, the pig saw the motion and ran, squealing, from the area. Dean groaned in frustration, striking the ground before standing to retrieve his spear.
Shaking their heads, the hunters conversed among each other. They moved on unobtrusively, leaving the Superstars behind. "I thought you had it," Jay remarked as Dean returned to the group.
"Shut up," Dean growled. "Where'd the hunters go?"
"Aren't they right...?" Rob began, pointing to the place the hunters had been not long before. "Huh. They were right there."
"So now they've left us?" Dean cried angrily.
"You saw how they were looking at us," Roman pointed out. "They didn't like how we were talking so loudly at first. I guess you disappointed them by missing."
"Well, that's their darn problem!" Dean snapped. "It's not my fault the darn pig saw that spear coming!"
"Would you two stop fighting!" Bray shouted. "You're keeping the pigs away. Remember that the others are depending on us." Erick and Luke wordlessly nodded their agreement.
"Fine," Dean growled. "If you know what you're doing, you do the hunting."
"Alright," Bray retorted. "No problem." Turning to Erick and Luke, he said, "C'mon. Let's go hunt some pigs." With those words, he and the rest of the Wyatt Family disappeared into the bushes.
"What are we going to do?" Wade questioned.
"Just go back to the village, I guess," Roman answered, shrugging.
"Sounds good to me," Jey commented, turning around and going back down the trail.
"I will get that pig," Dean grumbled. "If it's the last thing I do."