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Needless to say, the translator was not pleased when a majority of the hunting party returned empty-handed. "What happened?" he cried. "And where are the other three? And the rest of the hunters?"

"Very few of us can actually hunt," Dean snapped. "And what do I care about the other guys? They left on their own."

The translator narrowed his eyes at Dean and motioned for one of the other men of the tribe. When the man came, he gave a sharp order in the strange tongue of the island. The Superstars all wondered what he said, until the other native roughly grabbed Dean by the arm and began to lead him towards the edge of the village.

"What do you think you're doing?" Roman blurted, charging after the native. Much to his surprise, though, the native turned and hissed at him, much in the manner of an irritated house cat.

Now undisturbed, the native led Dean to a large, circular pit just outside of the village. It was quite clear that the Lunatic Fringe was about to be thrown inside. "Hey," Dean cried, trying desperately to reason with his captor, "This seems just a bit too harsh, doesn't it? I mean, come on. I was just giving my honest opinion. You can't throw me into a pit for that."

Either the native did not care, or simply couldn't understand Dean's plea. "I have rights!" Dean screamed as a last resort, tumbling past the dirt sides of the pit. He landed with a muffled thud in the soft earth of the bottom.

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Meanwhile, back within the village, the Superstars were stunned when the other native returned alone. "If any of you questions the authority of the chief or me," the translator threatened, "You will join your friend in the pit." Turning on his heel, he disappeared into a nearby building.

"By pit," Jimmy questioned, "Did he mean death? Or a literal pit?"

"Only one way to find out," Bo said cheerily, marching determinedly in the general direction of the pit.

"Is anyone going to follow him?" Christian asked. The other Superstars replied with several shrugs and shaken heads.

"I think one of three things will happen," Dolph noted. "Either he'll come back scarred for life, perfectly fine, or not come back at all."

"Anyone else voting for the third one?" Wade asked, "Anyone?" He only received a few weary glances for his trouble.

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Dean paced around the bottom of the pit, scowling and muttering angrily to himself. Truthfully, he was not expecting a visitor, much less a certain optimist.

"I guess he meant an actual pit," a voice said from above.

"Who said that?" Dean demanded. "I'm warning you."

"It's just me, Dean," Bo responded, revealing himself to the pit's occupant.

"You again?" Dean asked flatly. "Why don't you leave me alone for once?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were still alive," Bo answered.

"Yes," Dean seethed, not bothering to spare any feelings. "Just fine. For the last time, Bo, I don't need your help. Now go before I claw my way out of here and personally strangle you."

"If that's how you feel," Bo said quietly, "I'll go." He turned back around and trudged back to the village.

Dean snorted and resumed his pacing. He had no time to worry about some other person's mental welfare. After all, he had to plan an escape from the pit.

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"Told you," Dolph commented as Bo rejoined the group. "Scarred for life."

"Is Dean okay?" Roman demanded. "Is he alive?"

"He's okay," Bo answered. "He went right back to his old self."

"Then he's probably planning his escape as we speak," Roman sighed, almost with relief.

"Speaking of escape," Sheamus commented, "Since our injuries are properly taken care of, should we start thinking about that, too?"

"Keep your voices down," Bray hissed, appearing out of the forest with Luke, Erick, and a dead pig. "We don't need the natives hearing about any escape plans. While we do need one, we shouldn't alert them to it. If we do, we'll never get out of here."

"As much as I don't like saying it," Jey pointed out, "He's right. We won't get out of here if they know what we're going to do."

"So, we're going to need to have top secret meetings or something?" Jimmy inquired, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Exactly," Bray replied deviously.