"What the hell do you mean you don't know what happened?" All the way in Stamford, Connecticut, Vince was having a meltdown of such proportions that Hunter was just wincing on the other line. Lately, Vince had been having more and more blowups backstage and the big talk was that he was cracking. Of course that had been the talk for awhile but even it was getting to the point that his own family was really starting to believe it. And while the whole him as COO thing was just a storyline for now, Hunter found that he was getting set to actually take over the position a lot sooner than he originally thought. "Didn't you ASK Randy and Cody?"

"Of course I did," Hunter replied.

"Well what did they say?"

"Randy said he had a seizure before he died. Cody was too drunk to say shit. That's all I know right now."

"Did he take anything?"

"Randy said he didn't see him do anything."

"But he could have. God DAMN it Hunter!"

"What? Don't yell at ME! He's been clean with every drug test we've ever given him. We had absolutely NO reason to expect him to take anything-if that's what even happened. Maybe there's a medical issue that was missed. We won't know anything until we get the autopsy back."

Vince didn't care for that answer and he let Hunter know it. Hunter sighed and tuned him out, just letting him yell because it would save someone else from having to go through it. He wished that he wasn't on his cell phone so he could text Stephanie and warn her that Vince had gone off-if she hadn't already heard it already. There was a chance he had already gone off on her and that meant Hunter would hear about it from her as soon as he was off the phone with Vince. Fuck me I just can't win…

…

Erica Sheldon put on her rubber gloves as she stared at the body that had just been brought into her. It was only six in the morning and she was starting her day off with a somewhat famous body. Ted DiBiase Jr., the son of the Million Dollar Man Ted DiBiase. As the only girl surrounded by four brothers, she had grown up watching pro wrestling along with them and remembered the older Ted DiBiase quite well. She didn't watch it nearly as often as she used to but she did tune in from time to time and did know who this kid was. Poor guy. He hadn't really lived up to his father's big shoes at all and now he would never actually get the chance to.

She grabbed her tape recorder and turned it on so she could begin. "This is Dr. Erica Sheldon and I am about to perform the autopsy on Theodore Marvin DiBiase Jr." She moved the sheet further down his body and started to reach for her tools when his body twitched. She froze, unsure of what she just saw. There was no way that was possible. He was dead and she was just seeing things. She closed her eyes real tight and shook her head before opening her eyes once more and trying to get back to business. On his chest she could see a tiny little mark that looked like it came from a needle or something. She went to make a remark about it but never got the chance. The moment she opened her mouth to say the words he sat up and snarled before sinking his teeth into her neck.

…

The instant he tasted the blood in his mouth Ted opened his eyes and groaned loudly. He had absolutely no idea where he was or how he had even got there. He didn't care though. He just sunk his teeth deeper into the woman's throat, ripping away chunks of her flesh, relishing the way it felt in his mouth before swallowing it down. He chased it down with her blood, relishing the sweet coppery taste in his mouth. There was no part of him that was questioning why he was doing what he was doing or telling him that this was disgusting or wrong or anything like that. All he could focus on was the overwhelming hunger he was feeling. He had never felt anything like it before in his life. He pushed himself off the table and fell to the floor, landing on top of the woman with a grunt. She was dead already but still he kept eating, not anywhere close to satisfied. He grabbed the scalpel that had fallen off the tray of tools and used it to cut her open, starting at her chest and going down just past her stomach. He slid his fingers into the incision he made and ripped her open wider, sticking his hands all the way in once he got her opened enough and pulling out her organs. He stuffed as many of them into his mouth as he could, actually shivering in delight as he chowed down on them. The hunger was starting to subside slightly-but only slightly. He was going to need more. Much much more.