As the moon rises, the locker room of the WCW roster’s door is shown with the word “Talent” written across it. The lights go out as a figure slides into the room. The slashing of blades is heard and…


BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT!


The lights come back on and Kevin Nash is standing at the switch looking in on Diamond Dallas Page holding a knife with no blood on it. The rest of the room is empty.

Dallas Page drops the knife hurriedly and Nash closes the door while eyeing him carefully. As he turns around, a pail of gasoline is tossed at him! Nash blindly swings left and right but can’t seem to find the mark. He finally clears the gasoline from his eyes but the thrower is long gone. All that is left is a pail lying on the ground with the letters “D.I.” on it.


ELSEWHERE…


In the catering area, Arn Anderson is sitting with a salad before him. He picks up a piece of lettuce and brings it to his mouth before chomping away. Sting walks up swinging his bat slowly. Sting picks up a glass from the table and throws it to the right of Arn. It shatters on the ground and Arn quickly turns to look. As he does so, Sting pulls out a vile displaying the words ‘Scorpion XXX’ on it. He pulls the top off and pours the contents of the thing into the drink.

Sting takes a few steps back and enters the shrouds. Arn turns back around and resumes his salad. He takes a sip of his iced tea and sets it down. He picks up a carrot and takes it into his mouth before coughing. He glances up and sees Ric Flair walking towards him. Ric takes a seat next to him and pats Arn on the back.

“Hey daddy, you ready for our match tonight?”

Arn looks at his face and Flair’s face begins to change to something grotesque and horrific. It grows the facepaint of Sting. The white and black lunges out at Arn as the poison is seemingly making him manic! Arn reaches into his waistband of his tights and pulls out a gun! He aims it at Flair’s face.

“Whoaaa! Double A, daddy! Watch where you-“


BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!


Ric Flair slumps over as the bullets penetrate his chest. He clutches his chest as a faint “woooo” exits his lips. Sting steps out of the darkness and aims his bat at Arn.

“WOOOO! You are the serial killer!”

Arn turns around to look at him with a frenzied expression written across his face.

“Am I? Am I crazy?”

Arn aims the gun at the second masked figure he’d seen in the last minute. He pulls the trigger!

BLAM!

The one shot goes straight through the head of Sting as the red flows down his face to replace the white paint. Sting falls over as The Giant sees what happens from the hallway. Arn doesn’t ever notice him rushing away with his large bounds. Arn goes back to the table and places his hand on the table. He begins to cry as he stands over the table. He leans down realizing that it was his good friend Ric Flair murdered on the ground.

Arn leans down and clutches him close to him as the tears begin to flow. It’s then that a smoke begins filling the backstage area. Arn stands and begins looking around until he spots the source of the mysterious smoke.

The Spirit of Ghost Tank.

It floats over as Arn fires off a few more shots at it. Naturally they just go through the apparition. Ghost Tank extends his arm and the gun begins to turn. Arn is freaking out as he has lost control of his right arm. The gun turns and points directly at his face. Arn is pleading, but the spirit closes his fist.


BLAM!


Arn Anderson falls over to the ground. Dead.

END OF NIGHT THREE.

DEAD – Ric Flair – Investigator – Hooded Man
DEAD – Sting – Virus – Christopher Isles
DEAD – Arn Anderson – Veteran – Doctor Louis D’Ville

DAY FOUR BEGINS NOW!