Disclaimer: I do not own the following superstars.
Warnings: None really.
Author's beginning notes: Again, the main superstar in this story is not named until later, so don't peek please. I rushed on this story, i'm not going to lie. Didn't know how to really even write this story. Anyways just enjoy and read. Thank you.
I found myself walking around back of an arena. Odd because I don't remember how I specifically got here. Didn't matter, I was here now and I looked at my watch. It had stopped at 6:23. It was Monday, I knew that and tonight would be a big night since I had a match with John Bradshaw Layfield and I would be defending my title. I looked around and noticed not many people around. I went straight to the men's locker room and inside I saw John Cena sitting down on a bench. His head was down to his knees and his hands were covering his face, as if in sadness.
"Hey are you alright?" I asked but he didn't answer, "Dude what's wrong?"
He was silent. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it.
I left him alone and walked out the room and was met up with Chris Irvine. He didn't make eye contact with me. He had stopped in order to pick up a paper he had just dropped. As he did, he put it in his pants and went on his way. 'Probably was in a rush or something, he didn't have time to talk to me.' I thought.
It was odd that nobody was even talking to me. Then again, tonight was a big night for the rest of the superstars as well. I then caught eye of Dave Batista who was standing against a wall. His facial expression was blank and he had his right hand over his mouth. His eyes set deep in thought, I'm guessing. Again, he also didn't take notice of me and I frowned. I heard a female's voice behind me and I turned to see a very distraught Candice Michelle. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried looking for a napkin. Batista automatically went up to her and gave her a hug. 'What is going on?' I thought to myself.
I walked up to both of them and asked, "Care to tell me what's up?" Candice continued her crying and Batista continued comforting her. I'm sure they wouldn't like to talk about it too perhaps. I sighed and looked around to see if anyone would give me the slightest hint of what had happened.
All of a sudden, I see John Cena running out of the locker room along with Chris. They yell at Candice Michelle and Batista to follow them. Of course, I follow them too even though nobody told me too, but then again nobody had been talking to me recently. I run with them, we left the building and we ran down the street. I followed the others into a darkened alley. "Why are we here?" I questioned.
"No! Oh fuck no!" Batista roared. There were several people crowded around the alley. There I saw Vince who was now crouching down to the floor. There were other superstars who were huddled. I tried to take a glimpse of what they were looking at.
"Who would do this to him?" Candice cried.
"Get the girls away from here now, "Vince ordered. "We need an ambulance, go call 911!"
As the crowd started to part, I was able to see what was the problem. There lying on the floor was…me. My upper body was crushed and my legs were broken. Bruises and blood smothered my face.
"That can't be me…" I began to panic and noticed that all this time that I was actually dead. My heart or so once was, began beating at a rapid rate. I was looking down at my old self.
A police officer approached Vince…
"Apparently a man had run over Phil while he was crossing the street to get into the arena. The man who had run him over didn't want to get caught, so he quickly dumped Phil's body into the alley. He's in the cop car now and he confessed to it all."