Epilogue

All my life I'd always been a 'special' child. I enjoyed doing things that normal less eccentric people would find, certifiably insane but that's just always the way I've been. I never imagined that throughout my entire like of doing sadistic stunts that would send a stuntman crying to his mother, that I would ever end up in a position like this.

Believe or not I'm not a homicidal maniac, honestly I'm not. But sometimes I may not always be a practical thinker, and usually tend to go the the.... extremes to get the things I want. I joined the WWE many years ago, when I was still in the prime of my youth.

From the beginning of my career I was determined to make a name for myself, and make my way up to the top of the WWE ladder, even if it meant having to throw off anyone that got in my way, anyone. I had taken my lifetime experiences of preforming death-defying stunts just to amuse my family and friends along with myself, and put it to use as my trademark to use in the WWE.

From that moment on I became one-half of one of the WWE's most greatest teg team of all time, along with my brother we created a plan to take the WWE by storm and make sure we marked our place in the Hall of Fame as the greatest tag team there ever was, Team Xtreme.

However our dream soon became a thing of the past as my brother and I went our separate ways, actually it was all his idea to try and smuggle our way into the singles division and become the best of the best in that department. I was against it in the beginning, but he didn't want to listen to a single word of my argument so eventually I just gave up and pretended like I didn't care, although inside I was extremely infuriated with my so-called, 'brother.'

The singles thing although it worked out well for him, it wasn't always so great for me which is what first lead me to my... addiction on drugs. Heroine, cocaine, ecstasy, I'd take anything to get the edge off before a big match, what do you think encouraged me to go out there and risk my life on a whole different level of insanity?

After word got out about my little... problem, people in the WWE started treating me differently, like a drug-addict which I was but in my opinion is wasn't anybodies damn business what I did. My brother flipped when he found out, he told the folks, he told pretty much everybody who would listen to his run his fucking mouth which only made the hate I had buried deep inside for my brother begin to make its way towards the surface.

After Vince had suspended me countless times for my occurring addiction I finally decided that it was time to take back what was rightfully mine, and if they weren't gonna give it to me, then I was damn sure gonna take it, and that is exactly where my brilliant plan began.

I decided that not only did I want to go down in WWE history as one of the greatest there ever was, I wanted to go down in actual history, as the executor for the greatest murder mystery of all time. So I decided that for my plan to work, the first thing I needed was a plot, an overall scheme for how, and why I was killing everyone, that's when I stumbled across the poem.

I fist discovered the poem 'Ten Little Indians' in this book of poetry in a bookstore at Madison Square garden, I liked to read poetry during the long flights we took around the world in the company, and that's where I stumbled across it. Reading over the poem I realized that it was very gruesome to be considered a children's nursery rhyme but, whatever.

So after I had the plot of taking out my victims to the order of the poem, I realized that the next thing I needed to make a great murder mystery complete, was actual victims! And that's when my search for the perfect suitors to play the roles of my victims began.

I knew that I had to use my co-workers in the WWE, it wouldn't be very important if I just went out and found any old regular strangers to kill off, no. I needed people who knew me, who trusted me enough to not suspect me of anything when the time came to pull of my plan.

One thing that I found remarkably interesting during my search was that it wasn't very hard to find out the deep dark secrets of my fellow wrestlers and divas shady past. My first victim was no question gonna be my brother because, well because of all the low-down crap that he'd done to me over my entire life. Since we told each other pretty much everything when we were younger I already knew that I could use the story about, Joshua Natson a.k.a the kid who could never talk again after he sucker punched him in the throat. I remember how he came home crying to me about what he'd done, baby. Unfortunately for him, he was on the list and there was no way off.

So after I had scribbled Matt down on the list I only needed eight more victims seeing as how myself would be included into the little.. party. So after a match one day which I lost so I was already in a foul mood I overheard Hunter on the phone with someone (his mother I was guessing) arguing with her over that girl, Maddie Fisher. So after I did a little background checking and found out about her committing suicide, after I'd put all the dots together I figured out that it was Hunter who'd lead that poor girl to her death, and down went his name onto the list.

Next we had the beautiful Ashley Massaro and Torrence Lexington. They were at a bar one day, pissy drunk off all the margaritas, and dry martinis they'd had, and I also overheard them spilling the beans about Lacy, and that sales woman from the pharmacy that Ashley caused to get fired, and then commit suicide. Although it pained me terribly inside to do it, I had to put them down on the list, it wasn't personal honestly because I liked both girls a lot, but I had to fill out my list.

Then along came Randy which was perfect because I decided that since Torrence had to go, who better to take with her than her husband right? So one day we were doing a show in his hometown of Louisville and he decided to take a little pit stop to a graveyard a few miles off from where his parents lived. There he paid a quick visit to the grave of Hayden Morris, and of course I knew this because I followed him there. I did some more background checking and found out from one of Hayden's friends that she was known for her love for WWE superstars, and that one night she remembered hr going into the back with Randy, and then the next morning coming home crying about him threatening her. A few months later Hayden committed suicide after finding out (and here's the best part) that she was actually caring Orton's baby, apparently she wasn't on the pill like Randy thought. So now I had a reason to put him down on the list, right above his wife.

After those shady past the rest of my victims were easy to pick. Adam because everyone knew his lust for sex and money which made him so vain to the point where pretty much everyone wanted him dead, and I still hated him and Amy for what she'd done to that Jason guy, and for what she and Adam did to my brother years back, so now I could take care of all three of them once and fore-all. Trish had written about that Kelsy girl in her diray which lucky for me she just carelessly left it lying around earning her spot on the list. And Melina, hers I heard two strippers gossiping about at this club that a couple of my friends dragged me to one day when we were in L.A. With Melina being an actual stone cold killer, she made her way to the top of my list.

So after I'd gotten all my victims figured out, I'd gotten one of my friends who works with real estate to do me a favor and get me the Greensdale Row mansion which he promised me would be totally secluded for the next four days while I carried out my, 'plan'. Of course I told him it was orders of Vince and that he'd pay him for everything, I knew that he'd wait till the last minute to call Vince so everything was go for my ultimate party.

So, once all the invitations were out, and I was sure that all of my 'guest' were attending, I made sure to double check all my plans to make sure that everything detail would fall perfectly into place. It did. So after that I decided that it was time to join my guest outside of the hotel to see all their reactions before the party started. Neither of them had any idea what they were getting themselves into.

I had went inside the limos early that day and slipped the drug into one of the drinks, it was potassium cyndicide...or some shit like that. It was a very poisonous drug which when mixed with the insides of a living body... well lets just say you wouldn't wanna swallow something like that.

Once everyone had gotten into the party I had made sure to set the timer for the stereo to go off at exactly the right time, which I estimated perfectly because as soon as everyone had gotten comfy in the dinning room the stereo started and the CD which contained the poem, and the crimes committed by each of guest. Once the CD played out and everyone was freaking out over what had been said, I scooted quietly over to the side wall thankfully no one noticed and hit a switch which triggered the lights. I tried my best not to burst out into a fit of laughter as everyone in the room began screaming in terror, I even thought I heard Paul screaming like a little girl. I then heard the sound of sputters coming from somewhere in room which meant, the party had begun.

To speed this up, the first victim of my murder mystery had been the Paparazzi Princess herself, Melina. I didn't feel the least bit sorry about it seeing as how she was the only one in the room who had actually killed anyone. It was totally random chance that anyone in the room (besides me) who would have gotten the drink which I put the drug into. My only wish was that someone else had gotten it so that Melina could have lived a little longer so that she could have went through the mental agony that my other less guilty guess had went through. But like I said, it was all a game of chance and unfortunately for her, she won the grand prize. After Melina who was next, lets see... oh yeah, me. I had to get rid of myself early to make sure that suspicions stayed away from myself so I could finish off the job successfully. So I pretended to have a little, fainting spell from the sight of Melina's body. After that everyone decided that it was best for us all to get a good night sleep and talk about everything in the morning. They then decided to move Melina's body into one of the bedrooms upstairs. after everyone was asleep, I waited a few hours to make sure that Matt was deeply asleep, he had always been a heavy sleeper so once he was out I could move around and set up my 'death' scene. I was in tight with the makeup artist from the show and one of them told me how they did horror movies and I got them to teach me how they made the actors appear dead on set with dilated pupil contacts (which thankfully no one noticed) and makeup on my face to make my skin appear a ghostly pale.

So after I had 'died,' I realized that it had gotten much easier for me to move around undetected, and it was time for my next victim. So once everyone was in the conservatory I sneaked away downstairs and hid by the wall to see what everyone was saying about me. Adam had a few choice words about my pill popping days which really set me off, after he stormed off with Amy after him and Matt's squall I decided that he was gonna be my next victim. So I waited and hid behind corner where I watched the whole scene between him and Amy play out and that when I decided, I didn't want to take him out just yet, no. First I wanted to make him suffer, to make him want to die, and I knew just how to do it. After Amy had ran off I hid in the shadows of the hallway and waited for Adam to make his leave before I quickly took off after her. I decided to play with her mind a little bit into thinking that it was Adam just messing around, but once I lured her towards the sauna I decided that it was time for Lita's gran finale and I shoved her into the sauna room and closed the door, thank god the thermostat was one the outside or it wouldn't have really been the best plan. Once I turned up the heat to a dangerous level making sure that she would be dead in a matter of minutes, I moved in front of the small circular door window and removed my mask causing her to strike a face of pure shock and terror. She'd never even thought that I could have ever done something like this, and that look just made this game all the more sweeter for me as I watched the last bit of life slowly slip away from her.

So once Amy was dead I had sneaked back down the hall to hear the grand unveiling and Adam let the cat outta the bag that indeed the murderer was actually one of the guest, he was smarter than I'd given him credit for, if anything I had expected Matt or Trish to come to that conclusion but he was surprisingly the one who caused me to kick my plan into gear a little faster. So after everyone had revealed to Adam that Amy was dead (which was a little before he revealed the big surprise) I waited another day to watch him slowly begin to lose him mind, I hadn't even imagined that watching him suffer would bring me that much amusement, but it did. After toying with him for a little while, right after Trish had left him lying on the floor holding the only shred of manhood he had left I decided that it was finally time for Adam to... check out. So I decided to toy with him and whisper things to him from outside the hall with this little voice device that I had gotten from the props room, the kick was that I had made my voice sound just like his beloved Amy, and without pretty much any hesitation he followed the voice all the way down into the kitchen, thankfully I was able to avoid him until he got there. Once he was inside the kitchen I decided that it was time to put him out of his misery so I came up behind him and stabbed the first injection of the poison into his neck. I got a little carried away and stabbed him a couple more times before finally letting his body fall dead. I'd planned this whole thing out perfectly because after I'd killed him, I went back upstairs and killed Paul with the axe, and just like I planned they all found Paul's body first, and Adam's shortly after that.

Down to our last five, the next one to go although it pained me deeply was Ashely. I really didn't want to kill her, if there was anyone else that fit the bill to be in her spot, I would have switched her in a heartbeat and she would have still been alive today, but unfortunately, there was not. So I sneaked up to the room that she and Trish shared and rigged the doorknob to a string connected to a floor lamp and then I took a bucket of water and threw it around the floor creating the puddle that soon lead to Ashley's demise as she fell right into my trap. As I watched the jolts soar through her body I could help but shed a tear, it was hard to watch.

Once Ashley was out I waited a little later until that night to move on to my next victim, and my toughest one to deal with yet, my brother Matt. I loved my brother dearly, but all my life he had been hounding me, and always jumping on my back about the things I did wrong, he just never cut me a break. So I decided that it was time to.... cut him one. Once he was comfortable in the tub, I sneaked into the room and hit him across the skull with a iron pipe I had found out back of the house (oh and yes, I did have the key just in case anything went wrong). Once Matt was out, I wiped away the tears blurring up my vision and took a razor blade from my pocket and slit both his wrist. Just as I was about to head out the bathroom door, I turned and noticed that he was staring at me, he must not have been out as cold as I thought. He then smiled softly and whispered his final words, 'I love you.'

I was in way too deep now and there was no chance of turning back, this game was finally coming to an end and it was time to tie up my final three loose ends, Randy, Trish, and Torrence. I decided that in all fairness for the last two I would go ahead and take out Mr. R.K.O. next. I decided that since I was momentarily out of fresh ideas, I pulled what I did with Ashley and attached a sturdier thread to the large statue and attached it to the chandelier so that as soon as he opened the door, it swung down and fell onto him, crushing nearly every bone in his upper body. I had never liked Orton, he was cocky, and arrogant and just because he pretended to change when Torrence came around, I still knew that he was the same jackass inside that he had always been, guys like him never changed.

After Orton was out of the way I was ready for my grand finale, the main event. To make sure things went as planned, I slipped a few doses of drugs that I had acquired over my lifetime into her glass after she had gone into the kitchen with Torrence, it was a simple anesthetic but it was also said to cause temporary paranoia, insanity if you will. So in the end, the two girls who suspected each other from the beginning fought it out to the death, either way whoever won would be doomed soon, so it didn't matter to me.

Trish won in the end, I was surprised that Torrence didn't put up a little bit more of a fight, she did stride to survive but in the end I guess it's true what they say, 'Nice guys finish last.'But unfortunately for Torrence she didn't even get to finish as Trish stabbed her, and threw her over the banister. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Torrence body go flying over the railing and down to the floor, I guess I now knew who the dominant diva in WWE was, too bad that nobody else would ever be able to know. After the death round I wasn't surprised to find out that Trish had fainted upside one of the walls, a nasty little side effect of the drug I slipped into her drink. Once she'd regained consciousness, I could tell that the drug still hadn't bung to wear off as she actually appeared to be smiling about what she had done. She thought it was over... but I still had a few plans for Trish Stratus.

After I'd set up the entire scene in the dinning room with the noose and chair, I waited in anticipation as Trish just walked away right into her demise. Once she'd reached the dinning room and saw the noose, I thought I was going to explode from holding my laughter, she had turned whiter than the table cloth. I watched as the glass that I'd used for the last scene slipped from her hand and crashed on the floor, and like an invisible pull she slowly began to move forward. I considered this a test... project actually. I was testing my theory to see that if after the guilt of actually committing a murder herself, experiencing it for herself, would that be enough to send ever her over the edge and cause her to take her own life. I guessed correctly as I watched Trish Stratus hang herself right before my eyes, the last Indian was down and it was time to end this once and for all.

After Trish kicked the chair away, I made my grand unveiling and watched as her eyes grew wide as a sheep's as she watched my grab the chair before it hit the floor, and carry it over and sit up upside a wall across the room. She kicked and clawed at the tightening noose around her neck as her face began to turn a mixture of red from anger, and blue from not being able to breath. Soon she finally stopped kicking and clawing and just hung there, still and dead.

So now that my work is complete, and I have finished what I have intended to do, I am writing this letter and placing it in the trashcan of the room where all the other victims along with myself were placed after we were assumed dead. After that I will inject myself with a muscle relaxer that shall kill me soon after leaving me dead along with the rest of my guest. I am writing this letter so that whoever finds this will know that this was all my doing, my final masterpiece and of one-half of the Wrestling Industries greatest tag team, and the worlds most notorious murderer.

Sincerely,

Jeffery Nero Hardy

Well, that's it. I bet none of you expected that it was actually poor, sweet innocent Jeff this entire time. I know I may have threw you off a little too much with the commentary off his death and I apologize for that, but after I left a few clues to kind of sway you in the direction towards Jeff, and thet were:

1.) Matt's death was related to a red-herring which in this case would be Jeff, his partner making him the red-herring and the cause of Matt's death.

2.) In the police report it said that there were two needle injections when actually Adam was the only one who was said to of been injected.

Okay, and now since all the other ATTWN stories I have read have had this, I'm gonna leave this tiny survey for you guys to fill out and place in a review if you please kay. Alright BYE!!

1. Who was your favorite character in this story and why?

2. What was your favorite death? Why?

3. Who was your least favorite character portrayed in this story and why?

4. What was your least favorite death? Why?

5. What was your favorite scene in this story?

6. What was your least favorite scene in this story?

7. Were there any errors in this story that you may have noticed?

8. What did you think when you found out who the killer was?

9. Did you enjoy reading this novel? If not then why?

10. Out of ten stars, what number would you give this?

11. Were you satisfied with the novel and the ending?

Ha. It's finally over. I know it SUCKS but, I guess it's time to move on. And if there's anything else you guys wanna know/suggest just leave it in your reviews and I'll get back to you ;)

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