Don't Leave Me
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Group 1 walked along a corridor in the back. Dave, Chris, and Rey were quieter than usual. They walked towards Vince McMahon's office and stopped at the open door. The room was a mess. Carefully Rey and Chris entered the others followed. Rey gasped. Laying spralled in a pool of blood was Shane McMahon. Rey rushed over, checking for a pulse.
"oh mi dios él es muerto.(oh my god he's dead)" Rey said. Then he saw some dirt on the ground an walked over to it. That was it for Chris.
"¿Qué el infierno usted está haciendo? ¡Shane y Chavo son muertos y usted está jugando con suciedad! (What the hell are you doing? Shane and Chavo are dead and you're playing with dirt!)" He said in perfect spanish.(Eddie taught him.)
"No estoy jugando con suciedad. Es una huella. Una huella de un cargador de lucha.(I'm not playing with dirt. It's a footprint. A footprint from a wrestling boot.)" Rey said. They stared at him.
"What?" Dave said, understanding perfectly what he said.
"You mean." John said "It was one of us?"
"Si." Rey said.
"Shit." Chris said.
"You said it." Dave said.
"Juvetud, consigue a policía adentro aquí (Juvetud, get the police in here)" Rey said. They came and after Rey explained about the footprint the let all of the fans go home.