A/N: Wow, I didn't think this story would be that popular. I'm definitely not complaining, though.
I'm shocked that no one gave any guesses as to who the murderer is.
I've already decided who the killer is, and I'm not changing my mind. I know for a fact that two people will live. I haven't decided if the killer is going to live yet, though.
"Well then, what the fuck are we going to do?" Victoria asked, getting scared.
"I don't know but--" Maria started, but was interrupted by a ringing sound coming from her Dooney and Bourke wristlet purse. "What the fuck?"
"I thought you didn't get any service, Maria," John snarled, upset that Maria had lied.
"I don't, John," Maria said, reaching into the pocket of her jeans and pulling out her gold Dolce and Gabbana Razr phone. She hit one of the buttons on the side to light up the small face screen. She shoved it in John's face.
"Hm, you're right. Then what is that ringing in your purse?" John said, handing Maria's phone back to her.
Maria opened her tiny wristlet and found another cell phone. "Jeff, I thought you said that you left your phone back at the hotel?"
"Yeah, so did I," Jeff said, confused. He took the phone from his girlfriend. The caller ID read "Private." "Should I answer it?"
"No!" Edge interjected. "We don't need none of that 'When a Stranger Calls' bullshit."
"Wait, if Maria doesn't get service, then how come you do?" Eve asked.
"I don't," Jeff said, scratching his head once the ringing stopped. "I don't have any bars."
Torrie was skeptical, so she walked over to Jeff and she showed her the proof. "He's right."
"Then how the fuck are you receiving calls?" Kane asked.
"No idea," Jeff said, placing his phone in his pocket.
"Maybe you're lying to us, and Torrie is in on it!" John accused Jeff.
"First, my brother mysteriously dies, and now you're accusing me killing him? Oh, you're priceless, Cena. No wonder the fans hate you," Jeff growled, rolling his eyes.
"Fuck off, Hardy," Cena snapped, standing to his full height.
"Boys!" Ashley screamed, finally speaking. "Just stop it, will you?" she pleaded.
"Only because you asked so nicely," John said sarcastically, stepping away from Jeff and Maria.
"Look, we need to find a way out of here," Edge said, trying to make some good out of their crappy situation. "Maybe we should split up in pairs this time."
"Hell no!" John contradicted. "I don't want to get paired up with the killer!"
"Fine, then you can go by yourself," Edge replied, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
"Whatever. Jeff, I'm going with Ashley. She needs me right now," Maria said, separating herself from her boyfriend and tending to Ashley.
"Kane?" Jeff asked, suggesting that they go together.
"Whatever," Kane sighed, walking off with Jeff.
"One of those four is definitely next," Eve said.
"Did you just admit that you are the killer?" John asked.
"No! I'm going by myself. I need to use the bathroom. See you fuckers in hell," Eve said, tossing her hands in the air and walking off.
"I'm going by myself, too," Victoria said as she strolled away.
That left Edge and John all alone. "No offense, dude, but I don't like you one bit," Edge said before leaving John all alone.
"Who does these days?" John called out into the emptiness before sulking off by himself to find a way out of this hellhole.
Eve found the closest bathroom. Instead of using it, she decided to check herself out in the mirror. "I'm to damn hot to be a murderer," she mused to herself, toying with her hair. Satisfied with her looks, she turned around and kicked one of the stalls open.
She turned around to close the door, but someone was standing right in front of her. Gasping, Eve tried to run away, but she found that to be rather difficult since she was in such a confined space with someone trapping her.
"You! You're the killer!" Eve yelled, pointing at the person blocking her way to survival.
"Yep," the killer grinned. They harshly kicked Eve in the stomach and slammed her head up against the metal doors. Eve got groggy, but she wasn't knocked out just yet. The killer tossed her on the ground, grabbed her head and tossed it against the porcelain toilet bowl. Eve was now officially knocked out. The killer picked up the Diva Search winner and shoved her head under the water in the toilet bowl, drowning her to death.
Jeff and Kane were searching through one of the kitchens. Kane was playing with the knobs on the stove. As the flames got higher, he started humming his entrance theme.
"Kane, what are you doing?" Jeff laughed, finally finding a lighthearted situation in the arena.
"I don't know," Kane sighed as he continued his humming.
It's seriously ridiculous to see Kane bent over a stove and singing, Jeff thought to himself.
That's when Jeff screamed and crashed down to the ground.
Maria and Ashley were sitting in one of the small offices on the service level of the arena. Ashley was curled up and was leaning on Maria's lap. Maria was gently stroking her hair.
"I just can't believe..." Ashley cried.
"I know, babe," Maria said. She then jumped because her cell phone started ringing. "What the fuck?"
"You get service now?" Ashley asked, sitting up so Maria could pull her phone out of her pocket.
"Yeah, I have one bar...Oh, it's Jeff!" Maria squealed, seeing the caller ID. She flipped open her phone and asked, "Where are you? Are you okay? Did the killer get you?"
Jeff didn't answer. Instead, a deep, unfamiliar voice started laughing. "This isn't Jeff," it said.
Maria snapped her phone shut. She stood up and pulled on Ashley. "Jeff is in trouble," she said, rushing out of the room to find Jeff.
"You're a jackass, dude," Jeff laughed, standing up and brushing himself off.
"I'm a jackass?" Kane asked, handing Jeff back his phone. "I'm not the one who slipped and fell, man."
"Yeah, but you probably freaked Maria out with that prank phone call. She's probably running like a madwoman around the arena trying to find me."
"Well I'm surprised you got service right here," Kane said.
"Shit, you're right," Jeff said, looking at his phone. "I don't have any anymore," Jeff noticed, walking around the kitchen, trying to get a bar so he could call for help.
That's when Kane screamed and ran into the counter.
Victoria ran into Maria and Ashley as they were running to find Jeff. "Girls, Eve just died!"
"What?" Maria freaked, pulling on Ashley's arm some more.
"Yeah, I'll show you," Victoria said. The three ran past the kitchen, hearing Kane scream.
"Oh, now what..." Victoria said, bashing down the door to the kitchen. "What happened?"
"I...saw...a...mouse," Kane hyperventilated. Jeff was bent over with laughter.
"Yeah, I'm really glad you're all chipper, Jeff, but Eve has been killed!" Maria yelled.
"Fuck, let's go," Jeff said. Victoria led the way to the bathroom.
Torrie, Edge, and John were already there. They were standing near the door of the stall where Eve lay dead with her head in the toilet bowl.
"Who the fuck pulled this stunt?" Jeff asked.
"Who the fuck knows!" Torrie yelled back, pacing behind the group.
"Well, it had to have been either Torrie, Victoria, Edge, or John," Maria accused. "They were the ones that were by themselves.
"Yeah, but Kane and I weren't together the whole time, either. He went ahead of me to the kitchen while I paced the hallways to see if I could get a signal on this damn thing. That failed," Jeff said.
"Ashley went ahead to find a room while I did the same thing," Maria said.
"So it could be any one of us!" Victoria interjected.
"No, it could be any one of you," Torrie said, pointing at the group.
"This is getting pretty fucking ridiculous," John sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"No shit, Sherlock," Kane grumbled.
A/N: Like Eve could have been the killer.
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