Chapter 2
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five day's had now passed since the incident. Three-hundred-and-sixty-five since a handful of WWE superstars had collectively come together and murdered a man.
Emily's plan had worked, the deed remained undiscovered. They had disposed of the body in a waste disposal facility. Luckily, it had never been found.
John and Chris had called their affair to a halt, they could not continue with it after all the problems that it had caused. The world was none the wiser about the activity of the two wrestlers, and for that, they were thankful. The lives of the superstars involved were back to normal and the event had been put to the back of their minds.
Chris was sitting in his dressing room by himself, contemplating his performance, picking his faults and cooling off. He had just finished speaking with Jeff Hardy who had gone off in search of his brother, Matt.
He stood up and stretched, tensing every muscle in his body and then relaxing. He turned his head to release some of the tension in his neck. While he was doing this, an envelope perched upon the arm of the chair opposite, caught is eye:
FOR THE ATTENTION OF CHRISTOPHER KEITH IRVINE
The writing was neatly written in red block capitals on the snow white envelope. Jericho walked over and picked up the envelope for closer examination. It was small and had slightly creased corners, as if it had been in someone's pocket. He slipped his thumb under the flap of the envelope and began tearing along the fold, being careful not to damage what was inside.
Inside was a folded piece of paper with typed letters on it. Chris read it and re-read it, a look of pure shock and terror etched on his face. He picked up the envelope that he had carelessly dropped to the floor. Without any hesitation he ran to Undertaker's dressing room.
"Are you ok, Chris. You look like you've seen a ghost?" Kane joked, as he took his arm from around Emily's shoulders.
"Where's Mark?" Chris asked urgently.
"Dude, calm down!" Emily said getting up and moving over to Chris. "What's up with you?"
"Read," he said passing the note to Emily and playing with the empty envelope nervously. Terror was still etched upon his handsome face. Emily's eyes grew wide as she stared at the note trying to make sense of it.
"What is it, honey?" Kane said as he came up behind Emily. His eyes flickered over the note, before he took it from her. "Emily, can you go and find everyone that was involved?"
Emily nodded slowly before leaving the room and closed the door behind her.
Chris remained silent as Kane paced the room holding the note in his hand. Every now and again Kane would stop and look at the note again and then he would carry on pacing.
Both Kane and Chris jumped when the door opened with a crash. Cena, Undertaker, Jeff Hardy burst in looking alarmed. A few minutes later Emily returned with Ken Kennedy. When everyone had sat down, Emily closed the door.
Chris looked at the six individuals, all of them looking worried or scared. They knew that it had something to do with what happened a year ago but none of them knew what.
Kane handed the note to John. As the words registered in his mind, he began shaking. "What are we going to do? What the fuck are we going to do?"
"What are we going to do about what?" Kennedy said tentatively. He removed the note from John's grasp. John remained in the same position in a state of shock.
Kennedy took a look at John and then at the note. He read it out loud:
"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST WRESTLEMANIA"
He followed it by a slow, yet panicked "What do we do?" aimed at anyone who had the guts to answer the question, but he was looking at Randy, seeing as he was the one with the envelope.
"How the fuck should I know? I'm not in charge! I'm never in charge, I can't handle being in charge!?"
"Does someone know? What do we do?" asked Jeff, this was followed by a chorus of "what do we do?" by the rest of the guys.
"Way to ask a stupid question Jeff," Ric Flair said sarcastically. "Of course somebody knows!"
"What do we do? What do we do?" asked John, panicking again.
"STOP ASKING THE SAME FUCKING QUESTION!" Chris snapped at John, who looked increasingly upset. "I'm sorry," Chris grovelled, approaching John with his arms ready to give him a bear hug, which John greatly accepted.
"You guys are pathetic," said Kane sitting on the floor, he was showing no real emotion towards the situation.
"No we're not! Someone knows!" Kennedy said, trying to suppress the hysteria in his voice.
"No one knows," Kane answered back. "We did a LOT of things last Wrestlemania."
"We only murdered one cameraman!" John said. "That's death, on our count! How the hell can you be so calm, Kane?"
"Yeah and besides that, we did a lot of things! Kane and Emily got together, Jeff got drunk and went to THAT strip joint, Matt, Jeff and Shannon stole the vending machine which they still have! I had a punch up in the bar, I cheated on my wife... The list is endless!" Undertaker pointed out some of the bad things that they had done.
"Yeah, but we only committed one homicide!" Emily snapped.
"Stop your fucking whining and get over yourselves!" Big deal, you got a note! That still doesn't make your theories correct!" Kane butted in; his annoyance was increasing to what he considered to be a total overreaction to the situation.
Chris glared at Kane for his ignorance to the obvious and stormed from the room. He didn't get very far before John caught up with him.
"Chris, wait," John's hand landed on Chris's shoulder. Chris shuddered under the feel of John's grip; it was like a shock of electricity passing between them. It was an unspoken, totally natural and unconscious action that expressed so well, all of John's feelings.
Their eyes met and the feelings were immediately gone, they both knew that nothing could ever happen again. Their feelings were incredibly strong but they were both fully aware of the huge problems their relationship had caused and if anyone else were to find out...
All they both wanted was to hold each other, they knew that the feeling of holding each other would make it all go away. The feeling that put a barrier up against the rest of the world, the strength of their feelings made it such a strong barrier, it made it feel as though it was them against the rest of the world.
They knew however, no matter the feelings of the security they got from each other, they could not give each other that kind of strength. It was that that had caused the problems. It was their fault.
"Ignore them, their asshole's. It's just Kane and Mark that don't believe, the rest do. I mean you saw the look on Emily's face didn't you?" said John looking straight at Chris. Chris nodded. "They all feel exactly the same as us – scared shitless. Everything will be ok, trust me," John smiled weakly at the only man he had ever loved. He looked at Chris expectantly, waiting for him to say something. Instead, Randy turned and walked towards the empty arena.
"How can they not see that this isn't some sick joke! This is real, somebody knows and they're going to do something about it!" Chris was close to tears. John grabbed his arm and enveloped him in a comforting hug.
"I'm not about to let anything happen to you or anyone that knows," said John. "We're in this together, all of us, no matter what." The two continued through the curtain to the top of the ramp.
That's when they saw it. The collapsed ring, the blood. Chris turned to John, who had his mouth open in shock. Emily, who had been following stepped through the curtain. The scream that followed was deafening.
Her screaming continued until Kane was able to calm her down and shield her from what she was looking at.
Jeff had his hand on her shoulder and looked at Kane. "Now do you believe that someone knows?"