Disclaimer: I own nothing yet. Good ole' Vinny Mac owns pretty much everything. The last time I checked, I had no money. So don't kill me or sue me-either way you'll get nothing.

Chris Irvine walked down the hall to his locker room. His locker room. It sounded so unrealistic. He'd been out on an injury for so long, he'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a locker room. Although ECW was nothing special, (nothing like the WWF(E) or WCW) it kept the money coming in and the bills paid. Tonight was his first match back, and Chris planned to rock the house.

After walking a short distance, and greeting a few friends, Chris finally reached the room that was his. He looked up at the name, which read "Chris Jericho", and smiled. He hoped that sometime in the near future, he would actually make 'the big time.' He hoped that his talent would get him to the top. Chris opened the door and walked inside.

When Chris got inside, and looked up, his jaw dropped. Chris froze in the doorway and dropped his gym bag. There, standing 5 maybe even 6 feet away from him was a huge man, completely wearing black. Black shirt, black pants, black ski mask -the whole works. But that was not what had stopped Chris in his tracks. It was the girl lying face down with a small puddle of blood forming under her head. Her once blonde hair was slowly turning a reddish-orange color. The girl couldn't have been more than 17 or 18 years old.

Chris finally was able to tear his eyes away from the horrifying site long enough to look at the man in black.

"You son of a bitch!" he screamed. "What did she ever do to you?" For what seemed like the first time, the man turned to acknowledge Chris's presence. He stared at Chris for a couple of seconds, and then he ran at Chris, smashing him up against the wall. While the man had been running, he had pulled his knife out. The blade caught Chris in the side. The man squished Chris up against the wall, knocking the air out of him. The man backed off and took the knife with him. Chris slumped to the ground. He started to suck in air gratefully. He turned so he wouldn't be lying on his wound. In the distance, he could hear a barely audible siren. Chris looked over at the girl on the floor in front of him. She looked strangely familiar....