A/N: I've been fighting this one for almost twenty-four hours, and now I'm getting it out.

It was a cold day in December. No one could step outside for more than five minutes at a time for fear of getting frostbite, even if you were covered up. The harsh wind rattled the windows of the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois. The whole area was under a severe blizzard warning.

Ten WWE Superstars were stuck in the building. They had all been called upon to do an appearance there. They had arrived three hours prior to their engagement, only to find that it had been cancelled. No one was in the arena. When they went back outside to find the bus driver that had taken them there, he was gone.

Eight of the Superstars were extremely popular. Edge, Ashley, Torrie Wilson, Kane, John Cena, Maria, Matt Hardy, and Jeff Hardy had all been called upon right away to appear at the event. Victoria was only invited because Candice Michelle was injured. Everyone knew her excuse was crap. Matt Hardy was injured, just having come off an emergency appendectomy, not to mention an infection, and he still arrived. Eve was only there because she had won the 2007 WWE Diva Search.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Maria asked, squeezing Jeff's hand. The two had been dating for six months now.

"Does anyone have their cell phones?" Jeff asked the rest of the group.

"Dead," chirped Matt, Ashley, Eve, Torrie, and Edge. They hadn't expected to be gone for this long and didn't think to charge their phones up a bit. After all, nothing bad ever happens to the WWE Superstars and Divas…right?

"I forgot mine back at the hotel," Jeff announced.

"I don't want to go over my minutes," John whined.

"Cena, you're a fucking millionaire, and you don't want to pay overage fees? Are you that fucking frugal?" Kane said, trying to intimidate John into calling for help.

"John, this is an emergency of sorts," Eve said.

"Nope. Won't do it. How about the rest of you?" John said, crossing his arms in his refusal to help the group.

Maria, Kane, and Victoria all pulled their freshly charged cell phones out of their pockets. "No signal," they all said in unison, not seeing any bars on their service range.

"Fuck," Jeff said.

"Hey, don't look at me, I don't have any service, either," John said, checking his phone.

"Not that you'd use it anyway," Ashley muttered, but John heard her.

"Matt, keep your fucking girlfriend on her leash," John snapped, abandoning his in-ring character that appealed only to children and females.

"Don't fucking talk to her like that, Cena," Matt warned, stepping in front of Ashley.

"Will you two just stop?" Victoria interrupted. She wanted everyone to work together in their time of need. "Look, there's got to be a pay phone somewhere in this building. Let's split up and look for one."

Ashley and Matt, as well as Jeff and Maria, tried to go walk off together, but Torrie stopped them. "You guys, this arena is huge. We'll definitely cover more ground if we split up."

"Good idea, Torrie," Matt said, complementing Torrie on wanting to be the voice of reason. "I'll take the catwalks up top. There's got to be a way those dudes communicate with one another like that."

"Um, it's called walkie-talkies," Eve said, rolling her eyes and checking out her fingernails.

"Shut up, you're only here to get on television," Ashley snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry. And how did you get this job?" Eve roared back, challenging the other Diva Search winner in the group.

"Ladies, just stop it. Torrie's right. We will definitely cover more ground if we split up. Matt already said he'd take up top, so let's just split and find a damn phone!" Edge ordered. He noticed that the tension of the situation was really getting to everyone.

"Let's meet at center court in fifteen minutes," Maria suggested. There was a Chicago Bulls game the next night, and the court was already set up in the arena.

"Sounds good," Kane said, just waiting for an excuse to get out of there.

Matt had just exited the control room of the arena. It was located up top near the catwalks. He had to resist the urge to play with all of the lights.

He stepped out onto the metal catwalk. Since he was alone, he almost felt like imitating John Cena's Royal Rumble entrance from the year before. Smirking to himself, he remembered that he had a job to do.

He got pretty far into the arena, almost to the jumbotron. He started bouncing around, staring at the wooden court below.

Matt loved heights, but he wouldn't after what happened next.

All of a sudden, the lights cut out. Matt stood straight up, his senses heightening. He could smell his fear. Cold sweat started dripping down his forehead. He grasped the railing with his sweaty palm. With the first step he took back towards the control room, he tripped on the shoelace that had come undone on his combat boots. The sweat from his hand made him slip forward when he tried to stop his fall.

Once he got up, he could feel that he wasn't alone. It was as if he could hear breathing from not too far away.

"Is somebody there?" he called out into the pitch black darkness, knowing that there wouldn't be an answer.

Footsteps started up behind him. They were going slow, but coming towards him. Matt turned around to face them, hoping to see who they belonged to. It was yet still to dark, and he couldn't even make out a shadow.

They weren't heavy footsteps, but they weren't the clacking of heels, either. He thought that all of the girls had been wearing heels that day.

"Who is there?" Matt screamed to the predator, having no idea of the identity of this person.

The footsteps started coming at a faster pace. Matt tried to run backwards as he was too afraid to turn back around. Once again, his sweaty palms failed him. He fell straight onto his back. He began crawling backwards on the cold, metal catwalk. The unknown hunter ran towards him.

Matt Hardy had been caught.

The criminal kicked Matt off of the catwalk and under the railing. Matt Hardy screamed the last thing that would ever come out of his mouth. Once he hit the brown, hardwood floor, he died on impact.

They all heard the scream.

Eve was the first one on the scene, followed by Maria, Ashley, John, Torrie, Kane, Victoria, Jeff, and then finally Edge.

"MATT!" Ashley shrieked, rushing over to her fallen boyfriend.

Jeff had gotten there just before she did. "Matt! Wake up! Matt!" Jeff yelled, shaking his dead older brother.

"He's…he's…" Maria cried out in between sobs, standing pretty far back.

"Who the fuck did this?" Jeff snarled, becoming consumed with rage. "WHO DID THIS?" he called out into the arena that was empty besides the nine of them and Matt's body.

"Did anyone see anyone else while they were searching?" John asked, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"No," seven of them said in unison, everyone except for Ashley. She curled herself into a ball and was facing away from Matt, lying on the ground.

Kane decided to be the gentleman here. He gently touched her shoulder and asked, "Ashley, did you see anyone else here?"

"No, and I never want to see anyone ever again!" she screamed back.

"We need to get his body out of here," Edge suggested.

"Why do you want the body gone so quickly?" Victoria inquired, suggesting that Edge was the one who murdered Matt.

"Whoa, settle down there. I just don't want to see a dead body around here!" Edge said, backing away from the group. "Eve, why were you here so fast?"

"I was down the hallway!" Eve said, defending herself.

"Whoever did this is going to pay," Jeff muttered, not taking his eyes off of his brother.

"Why are you getting so defensive, Jeff?" Kane asked. "Are you trying to take the attention off of yourself?"

"Kane, you're the monster, here," Maria squealed, frantically wiping her eyes. "Look, we've all got a motive. Now, could someone just get his body out of here?"

"I'll do it, but I'm curious as to what my motive was, Maria," Kane said, being the bigger man, literally and figuratively. He carried Matt's body out to one of the locker rooms. He came back, and the group formed a circle around Maria and Ashley, who was still on the ground.

"Excuse me if I go a little Law and Order on you guys. Ashley," Maria started, pointing at her friend who was mourning the loss of her boyfriend, "maybe she wanted Matt's money. I'm not saying that it is true, but it's a reason to want him dead."

Ashley didn't say a word in response. If anything, she just cried even harder.

"Edge, you are public enemy number one when it comes to Matt. I don't think I need to explain why you would want Matt dead," Maria stated.

"Yeah, that would be a lovely little argument, but there's only one problem. I didn't do it," Edge retorted rudely.

"Kane, you starred in a horror film. It's no doubt that you are scary. Besides, you might still be harboring some jealousy over Lita."

Kane just rolled his eyes at her statement. "Okay, then what about princess over there?" he asked, pointing at Eve.

Maria let out a huff of rude laughter. "Eve? Well, she just got here, so she has no business even being at this event. Anyways, she just wants the limelight. If she killed Matt Hardy, one of SmackDown's best stars, there would be more light for her to hog. Oh, and it was your idea for all of us to split up by ourselves."

"That's a horrid thing to say!" Eve said, stomping her heel clad foot.

"Shut up and let me finish," Maria ordered. Eve didn't say anymore. "Torrie, since Matt has been injured, the fans have been focused more on him coming back than watching you stink up the ring."

"Maria!" Torrie gasped, covering her mouth. "How could you say such a thing?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Jeff, you might be jealous of your older brother. They had him film a segment on RAW during his injury where they focused on you two possibly feuding over the WWE Championship. There are many other reasons that you might want your brother dead."

"Name one," Jeff demanded, infuriated with his girlfriend.

"Jeff, I love you, but now is not the time. There is a murderer here! John, even though you're injured right now, they show more of Matt Hardy on television than they do you. He was recently on RAW, and you only had that one little satellite interview not too long after you got hurt. People aren't raving about you anymore. They want Matt."

"Oh, that's really nice Maria. Who are you to judge me like that?" John asked.

"Whatever, you can tell me why I would have killed him when I'm done. And now there's Victoria. It's no secret that they gave you a raw deal in the WWE. Maybe with another male wrestler out of the picture, they would focus more on the women's division."

"John, just tell this bitch off, please," Victoria huffed, her lip curling and her jaw clenching at those accusatory words said by Maria.

"No problem. Maria, you could simply just be doing Jeff's bidding. You could be his partner in crime. With Matt out of the picture, Ashley would be gone, too. Then you two can finally be the center of attention just like you always wanted to be."

Maria had started to cry. "John Cena, how dare you say that about me."

"How dare you say all that shit about the rest of us!" John yelled back. "Look, one of us has to be the killer unless some fuck in a Freddy Kruger mask in running amuck with us. I for one would like to know who it is."

"Not me," everyone else said at once.

"And it sure as hell isn't me," John said.

A/N: I suppose I forgot to say that this is supposed to take place present day. John and Matt are injured and stuff like that.

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