Warning- Chapter is rated R. Use caution when reading.
October 3rd, 0800 Hours
Steve walked Trina into the station at Davis. She had been a little queasy when she woke up so he wanted to be sure she was feeling okay before he went on to Parsons.
"Mama and Papa Borden! How is Little Seth?" Seth chuckled as they walked in.
"From what I read last night, they are now the size of an avocado." Trina sat down.
"And how was your day off?" Seth smiled. "Ready for the play-offs?"
"I hope the Cubs are eliminated early so you shut up. At least the chief is happy about the Indians. And my day off was good. I canned some stuff out of the garden. Watched some horror movie that scared me, and ordered some Halloween decorations online." Trina said.
"Oh yeah, we got the big Harvest Festival coming up this month." Seth agreed.
"You feel okay? I know you were a little sick this morning." Steve checked on her.
"I am fine. Just make sure you remember I want Chinese food for lunch. No seafood, Dr. Morrissey said to avoid it." Trina said.
"I'll remember. See you at noon." He kissed her. "Love you."
"Love you too." She smiled.
"Seth, don't annoy her." Steve chuckled as he walked out.
"How goes things with your step-sons?" Seth asked as Trina looked through the overnight paperwork.
"Garrett is great. And he is ecstatic. He wants constant updates of what is going on with the baby. Steven is still kind of cold about the whole thing. It is hurting Steve more than he lets on." She frowned.
"He'll come around. Maybe once the baby is born he will bond more with it." Seth suggested.
"I hope so. I have been doing some reading online and found a few cases where adult children never did accept their much younger sibling. I read one case where a father had remarried and had a new baby, and his adult daughter never did accept her even as the child grew." She sighed.
Jerry walked out of his office. "Seth before you go home for the day, I need you to go out to Rick Martel's place and do a welfare check."
"Oh I'll go. Seth needs to get some sleep. I can handle a welfare check." Trina said.
Jerry frowned. "We don't know what you are walking into. I think Seth should take it."
"Why a welfare check on Rick and Johanne?" Seth asked.
"Coralie just called from out of state. She hasn't been able to get her parents on any of their phones since Friday." Jerry said.
"I'll go. They probably just went out of town without telling her or something simple. You know Rick and Johanne are the sweetest people. What trouble could they be in? Rick was my French teacher in high school." Trina stood up.
Jerry sighed but decided not to fight with her. "Okay you go, but take Seth with you. Anything dangerous, you let Seth handle it. I mean it Trinvilla."
"Okay, okay." Trina agreed. "And don't call me that."
Seth and Trina walked out of the station and climbed in the SUV. Seth pulled out onto the road and headed towards the Martel home.
"I never knew you took French in high school." Seth said.
"I was lousy at it and dropped it after one semester. But Mr. Martel was a great teacher. He was always sponsoring stuff for kids. He even joined the teacher team one year for the donkey basketball game." She chuckled.
"I hope this is a quick call. I am tired as hell." Seth said.
"I am sure that everything is fine. The Martel's are probably enjoying their retirement and just went somewhere." She smiled.
0845 Hours
Seth pulled up the driveway in front of the Martel home and cut the engine. Both officers stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to the house, noting that everything looked in order. Seth stopped to peek in the garage.
"Car is here." Seth said.
"Maybe they went somewhere with someone?" Trina offered.
They stepped up onto the porch and Seth rang the doorbell. "Mr. Martel, Mrs. Martel? Davis police, we need you to come to the door."
Trina looked down on the porch and noticed dark spots. She knelt down for a closer look.
"Seth, look at this." She tapped his leg.
Seth looked down and saw the dark spots. His blood immediately ran cold. "I think that is blood."
"Could be paint." She stood up.
He grabbed her shoulders. "No one has answered the door and we have possible blood on the porch, listen to me closely. I am going to see if I can find a way in. You go back to the SUV, lock the doors and call for back up."
"I'm your back up." She said.
"This could be dangerous, you heard the chief. Call for John and the chief and stay put." Seth told her.
Trina nodded and hurried off the porch. She ran back to the SUV and climbed inside, locking all the doors. She grabbed the radio.
"Officer Conley to dispatch. Requesting backup at the Martel residence off route 93. 10-42." She said.
"10-40 Conley, back-up is being dispatched." Came back over the radio.
On the porch, Seth drew his weapon stood on his toes to look in the window at the top of the door. He saw the living room and everything looked in order. He tried the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked.
"Davis Police! If anyone is here I need you to show yourself!" Seth called out.
The house was quiet. He moved further into the house. "Rick? Johanne?"
He looked into the kitchen and found nothing out of place. He started down the hallway. The bathroom door was open and Seth flicked on a light. He shuddered when he saw blood on the bathroom sink. He slowly backed out and continued down the hall. He saw the door at the end of the hall was ajar. He slowly approached the door and gently pushed it open.
"Oh fuck!" Seth whispered.
Outside, Trina was getting tired of waiting and was wondering what was taking Seth so long. She finally got out of the SUV and drew her weapon. She approached the house and found the front door still open.
"Seth?" she called out.
"Trina, stay out there!" he called back.
Ignoring him, she slowly walked into the house. She could hear him walking in the back of the house so she headed that way. Seth came out of the hallway.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Come on, I need you to go outside and wait for the others." Seth wrapped an arm around her.
"Why? What is going on?" Trina asked. "Did you find them?"
"I need you to go outside and stay calm as possible." Seth tried to nudge her towards the door.
"Tell me what is going on!" she insisted. Seth hesitated and she saw it. "Oh my god, something's wrong. They're dead aren't they?"
Seth nodded. She started to pull away from him and go see for herself but Seth grabbed her. "No, you need to wait for the others. And you need to really calm down and prepare yourself before going back there. It is a messy death scene, definitely not natural causes."
"It can't be. Who would hurt them? They have lived here for years!" her eyes filled with tears.
"I'm sorry. I know you cared about them." He hugged her.
"Are you sure they are dead? Did you check them?" she cried.
"I did, there is nothing can be done." He rubbed her back. "Come on, let's go wait for the others. I will call for Steve and Dolph." He turned her towards the door.
0920 Hours
Steve and Dolph pulled up outside the Martel house, finding Seth sitting with Trina in the back of the open SUV, near the equipment. John was marking off the yard with crime scene tape. Steve immediately climbed out of his truck and walked up to the back of the SUV.
"How are you doing?" Steve took his wife's hand.
"She is doing okay. I have kept her as calm as possible, made her sit down and drink some water." Seth said.
"Good, that's good. Thank you." Steve told him.
"Gotta take care of Little Seth." Seth shrugged, though he was still shaken from the crime scene he had seen.
"Keep being all heroic and protective and we might name him that." Steve winked. He looked at his wife again. "Trina? You okay?"
"I just keep thinking of Mr. Martel at school. He was so nice. Him and Mr. Santana, our Spanish teacher, were always competing against each other. Every year at Christmas, our school would raise money for the children's hospital. Mr. Martel and Mr. Santana would always compete to see whose homeroom would raise the most. They would go all out, selling snacks in their room to eat during class, holding student vs teacher competitions to raise money. It was always so much fun. My junior and senior years I was in Mr. Santana's homeroom." Trina said.
"You have a lot of wonderful memories of Mr. Martel. Hang on to them, he would want you to remember all the good times he gave his students." Steve told her.
"I guess we should get in there." Trina said.
"Are you sure you should do this? It is gonna stress you out." Seth asked.
"I have to do this. I owe him this. I owe my community to find out what happened. Besides, I want to do this for Rick and Johanne. It is the last thing I can do for them." Trina said.
Steve hugged her. "Okay, you can go in and help with photos and evidence. But if I see you getting too upset, I am having John or Seth take you out of there."
She nodded against his chest.
"Are you sure?" Seth whispered.
"She needs to do this. It is part of her grief process and will help her in the long run." Steve assured him. He pulled back and lifted Trina's face. "Get your bag and camera and come on."
She nodded and began gathering her things. Dolph joined them carrying his equipment. The four of them began walking into the house. Seth had informed the others that the crime scene was brutal and there was a lot of blood and gore.
Once inside the living room, Dolph stopped them all and handed them paper shoes to slip over their normal shoes. Everyone gloved up and it was then everyone noticed how cold the house was.
"Why is the house so cold? Was it this cold when we were here earlier?" Trina asked.
"It had to be, none of us has bothered the air conditioning." Seth said. "Must have been too distracted to notice."
"Someone must have wanted to mess with the time of death. Keep the bodies as cool as possible." Steve said. "I will have John check on the rest of the house."
They gathered their equipment again as they headed towards the master bedroom in the back of the house. Steve kept a close eye on his wife as they walked, watching for signs of extra distress. As the entered the master bedroom, all four of them stopped in horror at what they were seeing.
Blood covered the bed, carpet and walls; both bodies were covered in blood lying naked and tied to the bed by their hands and ankles. Steve closed his eyes, knowing he had to deal with this scene. Seth shuddered, seeing this mess for the second time. Trina covered her mouth in disgust but steeled her nerves. Dolph sighed and sat down his equipment.
"Okay, I need pictures of everything from every angle. Be careful to not interfere with the blood spatter patterns. Look for any evidence, nothing is too small. I am going to begin a field exam here. I have never seen such a bloody mess." Dolph sighed.
Trina unloaded her camera and powered it on. Steve and Seth both took flashlights and began carefully looking around the room. They could hear John searching the rest of the house. Trina stood up and began taking pictures of the bloody scene.
"Both bodies still in full rigor mortis." Dolph made notes in his tape recorder. "Field exam shows Johanne Martel tied to the bed by ankles and wrists. Wrists show signs of a struggle, she has deep wounds on both wrists from the rope. Appears her hair has been cut at the scene, it is still scattered around the bed. Right breast has been mutilated, and the nipple is missing."
Trina looked closer at Rick's face. The mouth was taped shut and his ear had been nearly cut off. She turned away a moment and took a few deep breaths.
"Morning sickness?" Seth asked.
"Greif, but I am okay. I am gonna do this no matter how long it takes." She gritted out.
Steve nodded and carefully knelt to look under the bed.
"Sexual assault with a foreign object seems likely, something is still lodged in her vagina, closer inspection at the morgue." Dolph continued. "No COD determined at this time."
Steve stood up. "Found this under the bed. It has some blood on it."
"What is that? Looks like some kind of cord." Seth asked.
"Bag it. Could be evidence. We will speak with their daughter and see if it belongs to them." Trina said.
"Rick Martel is also tied to the bed by ankles and wrists. His mouth is duck taped shut. Laceration to the ear, nearly cut off the head. Large laceration on his abdomen, a portion of skin approximately five inches by three inches has been cut away from the body. Also appears to have a laceration to the right leg, most likely to cut the Achilles tendon." Dolph said.
John walked in and took a deep breath to steady himself. "AC is turned down as low as it will go. I found some signs of forced entry on the door to the garage. Looks like it was pried open."
"Good job. Check the rest of the house a second time." Steve told him.
"I want every bit of this rope bagged as evidence. Sheets and bedclothes bagged. Seth said there was blood in the bathroom. Trina, take photos and then take samples. You have been trained how and I trust you." Dolph instructed.
"And the blood on the front porch." Steve told her.
"And let's try to keep the local media out of this as long as possible. This could be related to our ongoing case and we do not need panic." Steve told them.
1130 Hours
Steve walked into the Davis station and looked around at the team. Jerry was in his office on the phone. Seth was digging through paperwork on his desk and John was grabbing more coffee. He frowned when he didn't see Trina anywhere. Seth looked up and noticed Steve standing there.
"Oh hey Steve, how goes things in Parsons?" Seth asked.
"The sheriff is putting off speaking with the mayor and the media until we have the results of the autopsy. Dolph is back at the morgue working on everything." Steve explained. "Where is my wife and baby?"
"She is taking a nap. She was a little drained after such a crazy morning, so I told her to go nap in the break room." Seth told him.
"Good, she needed some rest." Steve agreed.
"You look tired yourself. Maybe you should sit down for a few minutes." Seth said.
"I just know this is going to be such a crazy case. With the Martel's being local people and well-loved in the community, it is going to have everyone stirred up." Steve sighed.
"Jerry is speaking to their daughter now." Seth said.
"I still can't believe what I saw out there today." John sat down.
"Very rough scene, I agree. I have only seen one other that would compare and that was a guy that went on a rampage killing his entire family before turning the gun on himself." Steve said.
"You know, before that Calaway case last year, this was a safe place. Few burglaries, crap with the tourists. Now it is like every time we turn around something crazy is happening." John said.
"Not just here, everywhere." Seth sighed.
"John! Seth!" they heard Trina calling out for them. "I need a bucket."
"I got it. She is probably having some morning sickness. Still coming and going despite being in the second trimester." Steve said.
Steve grabbed one of the garbage cans and walked into the break room. Trina was sitting up, looking green. He set the can on the floor in front of her and barely moved before she began vomiting. He sat down beside her and pulled her hair back away from her face.
"I'm right here, you're okay." He soothed.
"Did your first wife go through this?" she muttered between gags.
"Not as much. Every woman and every pregnancy is different, you heard Dr. Morrissey." He rubbed her back.
She gagged a few more times and then fell back against the couch. He got up and handed her a few napkins and a bottle of water.
"You okay now?" he sat back down.
She nodded. "I think so. I hate morning sickness."
"I know you do. But you are doing great. I am very proud of you." He hugged her.
"Thanks, it means a lot to me that you are going through this with me." She snuggled against him.
"Hey, I love taking care of my wife and little one." He kissed her forehead.
"Thank you for letting me work the murder scene today. It was hard, but my town needs me…and I wanted to do something for Mr. Martel." She said.
"I know. That is why I let you." He rubbed her arm.
"I don't mean to interrupt." Seth walked in. "Dolph just called, said he found some interesting things already in the autopsy."
1330 Hours
Steve and Trina walked into the morgue, finding Dolph carefully suturing the chest of Rick Martel following cutting it open for autopsy purposes.
"Dolph, you have something for us?" Steve asked.
Dolph looked up at them, his eyes were tired and his face sad. "I think their murders are linked to our ongoing case. Similar MO."
"That can't be. They are local; the others were from out of town. They were killed in their home; the others had been missing from their homes." Trina protested.
"Their murders show signs of restraint and extended torture." Dolph countered.
"What have you found so far?" Steve asked him.
"Where to start is the better question? I am willing to bet whoever committed the murder, purposely forced Rick and Johanne to watch each other be tortured." Dolph said.
"It could've been just killing them at the same time." Steve said.
"I don't think so. I noticed at the scene that I couldn't close Rick's eyes. Once I got him here I found out why….his eyes have been superglued open." Dolph explained.
"How is that possible?" Steve asked.
"Someone used strong superglue. And I am willing to bet that scared Johanne enough to keep her eyes open without being forced." Dolph said.
"Have you been able to determine a time of death?" Trina asked.
"Not conclusively, but based on the temperature of the house combined with the rigor….I would say they were murdered early Saturday morning. Still have not been able to conclusively tell exactly what killed them yet but I still have a lot of work to do on both victims." Dolph said.
"What else can you tell us?" Trina asked.
"Brace yourselves, this was a brutal and heartless murder. I found Johanne's nipple inside Rick's mouth. Someone cut off her nipple, forced it into her husband's mouth and taped his mouth shut." Dolph frowned.
"That is sick." Steve winced.
"It gets worse. That chunk of flesh that was cut out of Rick's abdomen….I found it stuffed inside Johanne's vagina." Dolph sighed. "The foreign object we observed sticking out of her vagina turned out to be a carving fork…..typical in any kitchen. Examination shows that there are puncture marks on chunk of flesh that indicates that the carving fork was used to shove the flesh inside Johanne."
"This is worse than something in a movie. Not even those Eli Roth movies are this horrendous." Trina said.
"One more strange thing I have found. When I cleaned up Rick's body, I found burn marks on his testicles." Dolph pulled back the sheet. "Two burns, a few inches apart. My guess is from a Taser."
"That is sick, this whole thing is sick. This can't be real." Trina shook her head.
"I wish it weren't. You know it is one thing when I have victims in here that I don't know and learn who they are later. But we all knew Rick and Johanne….I am having a tough time with this myself." Dolph said as he covered the body again.
"I know. Rick was always doing things with the French club kids at the high school and Johanne helped with a lot of events too." Trina said. "We just have to figure out what happened. We can't let this go unpunished. Whoever this is, they have just made these murders very personal."
"I have a lot more work to do today on these two. I will let you know what else I find. I am sending the blood samples collected from the crime scene to Charleston for analysis." Dolph said. "I still have the rope to look at too."
"No rush, we want everything done right. I will speak to the sheriff and probably deal with Bischoff" Steve said.
Dolph nodded and looked at Trina. "How are you holding up?"
"I am okay." She said.
"Do I need to check your blood pressure?" Dolph asked.
"No I am okay. No dizziness, no black spots in my vision." Trina assured him.
"Okay but if you start feeling dizzy, you immediately go home and relax." Dolph told her. "Call me if you feel strange. I am still a doctor you know."
"I know." She hugged him. "Thank you. Take good care of Johanne and Rick."
"I will." Dolph assured her.
Steve and Trina turned and walked out of the morgue. As they walked down the hall, they were quiet; both were lost in their own thoughts.
"This is going to cause a lot of hurt and a lot of panic around here." Trina said as they stepped out into the parking lot.
"I know. And Bischoff is going to be driving us all insane." Steve sighed. "Forget that for now. How are you? I know you want to work this case, but I am worried about the stress level."
"No, I am okay. I feel better working right now. I feel like I am doing what I need to." She said.
"Okay, but tonight you are relaxing with a bubble bath and me you and the baby are watching a movie." Steve kissed her forehead.
"Sounds wonderful." She agreed.
1800 Hours
Trina was looking through all the crime scene photos she had taken earlier, looking for anything she had missed. John was busy with the paperwork and Jerry was speaking with the local newspaper, talking to Mr. Heenan about the best way to report the double murder.
Seth walked in yawning but ready for the nightshift.
"Did you get enough rest? Maybe one of us can cover a few hours for you tonight." Trina said.
"Nah, I am good. I am used to a lack of sleep. Besides, you are taking Little Seth home to get some rest." Seth smiled. "How is my little buddy?" he patted her tummy.
"Just fine. Although I wish they would move. Everyone keeps saying I should be able to feel it soon. I wish it would hurry up. It would be a bright spot in this whole mess." She smiled.
"I am sure that Mr. Martel would be happy to know how hard you are working for him." Seth assured her.
"That cord that was found at the crime scene has been nagging me. It is a USB cord, could be used for a dozen different things by anybody in these modern times. Also, they can be purchased anywhere. But looking through the crime scene photos, I don't see a thing in that bedroom that cord would've belonged to. No cameras, no computers, and the TV and DVD player seemed to be hooked up and no extra cords lying around." She said.
"Something the killer dropped?" Seth went to the coffee pot.
"Maybe, I mean it is possible it accidentally fell out of their pocket. But it still seems so strange and out of place." Trina frowned.
Steve walked in carrying several folders. "Dolph dropped these off. He has been working on the autopsies all afternoon."
"What did he find?" Trina grabbed the folders.
"Rick died from a crushed larynx. Dolph said something appears to have crushed his larynx but he cannot determine what. Johanne died of some kind of suffocation as well. Dolph said her lung and eyes showed signs of suffocation. But her nose was not broken and she had no ligature marks on her neck." Steve explained.
"So we have a killer, probably more than one. Rick was in good shape, and would've been able to put up a good fight. So our killers break into their home, tie them naked to their bed, torture them, force them to watch each other being tortured and then kills them both….all without cause." Trina frowned.
"Jerry and I have both spoken to their daughter; she said her parents had no enemies, no problems and a very happy marriage." John said.
"Damien called me, he wanted updates on everything we have. He is very upset, he was a former student of Martel's as well." Steve said.
"What does the Sheriff have to say?" Seth asked.
"He has spent the day going over everything we have on all our open cases with me and the twins. We can't find anything we have missed, but with this being a murder of our own people right here in the county….we are out of options. Something has to give." Steve said.
"But what haven't we tried?" Seth asked.
"I don't know. I have a meeting in the morning with the sheriff about our options. We might need to contact an expert; we just don't know what kind of expert." Steve sighed.
"Nothing more can be done tonight. Why don't you go on home? Feed my little Cubs fan." Seth said.
"Nathaniel is not going to be a Cubs fan." Trina said.
"I never gave the green light on the name Nathaniel." Steve said.
"Come on, it is great. We can shorten it to Nathan or Nate." Trina said as she stood up.
"This kid is going to be Baby Boy Borden until he is forty." Seth chuckled.
"Go on home guys, we'll see you in the morning." John said.
"We still have to talk girl names. You know the twins and Naomi are convinced that the baby is a girl." Trina said as she followed Steve out.
1930 Hours
Trina walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom where Steve was sitting on the bed reading. She walked over to the dresser and pulled a nightgown. She dropped her towel and pulled the nightgown over her head. She smoothed it out and looked in the mirror.
"Am I still cute?" she rubbed a hand over her growing baby.
"No baby, you are beautiful. Quit worrying." He smiled.
"But I don't look the same." Trina frowned.
"It has not changed how attractive you are." He smirked. "You didn't notice me sneaking peeks at you as you got dressed a few minutes ago?"
"You did not!" she giggled.
"Of course I did. A beautiful woman was naked, you think I am not gonna look?"
She laughed. "You always know how to make me smile."
"Did you pick a movie yet?" Steve set his book aside.
"It is October so I thought a horror movie might be fun. You know a few of those channels are about to start horror movie marathons." She said.
"Those movies are so ridiculous. There are like what….20 of those Jason movies now?" Steve sighed.
"I don't know, but I didn't want to watch Jason. I was thinking some of the newer scarier movies. How about 'The Conjuring'?" Trina asked.
"Okay, just for you." He relented. "And to be fair that was a pretty good movie, even if it's not my style."
"Oh good, I already brought it upstairs." She chuckled and grabbed the DVD off the dresser.
"I wondered why that movie was up here." He chuckled as she put the DVD in and climbed on the bed next to him.
"I figured you wouldn't mind." She snuggled against him.
"Did you enjoy your bath?" he asked.
"Yes, those bath bomb things I found online are amazing. Remind me to order some more of those things." Trina said.
"You smell great. How did you find that company anyway?" he wrapped his arms around her.
"Naomi ordered me some of their stuff for my wedding shower. And knowing my animal stance…she found Lush. They don't test on animals or buy ingredients from companies that test on animals or use slave labor in other countries." Trina explained.
"The things you two girls get into." He chuckled.
She snuggled against him as the movie began. "You know this opening clip about Annabelle is scarier than the actual Annabelle movie."
"I'll take your word for it." He said.
Trina curled around him as they watched the movie continue. Wonder jumped up on the edge of bed and settled down while Jack slept on the floor. Just as Perrone's found their dog had died, the phone rang at the Borden house.
"I better get that, it is the sheriff." Steve said as he reached for the phone. "Borden…..now?... Sheriff, can't this wait until the morning?...I don't want to leave Trina by herself considering the most recent murders were in the county…..yes, of course. I will be right there."
"What's going on?" she asked as Steve hung up the phone.
"Bischoff is demanding a meeting tonight with the sheriff, chief and myself." Steve stood up.
"Like waiting until morning would hinder whatever his point is?" she was confused.
"Apparently he wants to be updated on everything so he knows how to best handle the concerns of citizens and wants to see what he can do to assist us." Steve rolled his eyes. "Election year."
"Well I will be okay until you get home." She assured him.
"I don't like leaving you alone at night after what we saw today." Steve sighed.
"We can't quit working just because things get rough."
"I know, but doesn't make it any easier." He said as he pulled on some clothes. "Until I get home, you keep the house locked up. Keep your service weapon near you."
"Relax, I will be fine. I got my gun; I'll keep the house locked. And would you want to be the idiot that tried getting between Jack and this baby? I am starting to think Jack thinks the baby is his the way he is so protective." She laughed.
"You two just stay safe and I will be home in a few hours." He kissed her. "Jack, you're man of the house while I am out."
"We will be fine. Careful driving. Watch for deer." She smiled. "Love you."
"Love you too." He said as he walked out, Jack immediately jumping up on the bed beside her.
"I would fuss at you but he told you that you were man of the house." She told the coydog.
Author's Notes- Thank you for all the feedback. As you can see things just hit close to home and everything is about to get even crazier. Nixystix (I am so upset Seth is injured. I told a guy at work that I was in mourning, LOL. And I am sure John might need therapy before this story is over, LOL.) batistasprincess (You are right, she looks great but body changes are never easy. One of my friends is going through it now.) reikat (I think everyone loves Seth, he is a doll. And I loved Seth's hair back in the Shield days. I wish he would wear it like that again.) jcott3 (Oh I do remember that TNA match, it was corny as can be. Do you remember the 'chamber of horrors match' at Halloween Havoc 1991? I still watch it for good laughs.) carlyrosanna83 (Interesting theory. I love reading theories of the readers and see who gets closest.)