The camera open in the busy canteen area of the WWF arena , uninportant stage hands and runners busy themselves with the open buffet , shuffling along in a line of formality , picking at this picking at , the area itself is made up of long wooden benches attached to plastic tables , the surface of the benches is scratched and worn indicating its age and extensive use , the scratches shine with a deep glow from the bright halogen lights over head which flood the area in lieu of there being no windows and highlight the grime covering the floor , the last time it having seen a mop being nothing but a fading memory .
The backstage interviewer Lizzie comes into view , her eyes sparlking , her black frizzy hair seems to be raditaing , dressed in a long black dress she motions to the man standing next to her .
Lizzie - Hello and welcome im here in the backstage area with our new potential prospect wrestler , Jay Hammer .
Paranaromal : So what's your opinion of our new prospect ?
Iron Maiden : Steroids and he is in the closet im sure .
Paranormal : . .
The camera focuses on the tall lean and well built figure of Jay , his face a feature like that of an etched carving long blonde hair hangs in waves down his this staesque vision, a rugged handsomeness that was undeniable burst forth from his wry smile , wearing no shirt his bulging muscles ripple and flex for the camera , his blue jeans hang loose and the hem wraps lightly around the brown suede boot's he wear's
Jay Hammer - It is an honour to be here lizzie .
His voice smooth and charming he flashes his smile at Lizzie , who emits a girlish giggle before speaking .
Lizzie - So tell me Jay what do you think of things here so far ? Do you feel as though you stand a shot at getting a contract?
A heavy sigh permeating from his lips whose smile has now faded , Jay turn's his blue steel gaze directly into the len's of the camera , he lets it linger slightly before starting to speak .
Jay Hammer - I feel ...
A slight whoosh is heard off camera when a sudden blur of brown enters the frame and smashes into the side of Jay's head , the object collides with a crash , a mighty crack is heard as the object splits in two sending Jay reeling into two stage hands behind him , there trays slip from there grasp and go flying sending the food contained on them whirling off into the air where they splatter in mushy puddles on the floor .
Paranormal : What on earth ?
Iron Maiden : Oh no! They just ruined the sloppy joes!
A small slim figure steps into frame , dressed from head to toe in black , there face covered by a black ski mask , they discard the broken object in there hand which can now be seen to be a brown food tray , it skids and slides away under a nearby table .
Off camera lizzie can be heard shouting for security as the figure approaches the dazed jay who is holding the side of his head one hand and propping himself with the other via a table , shaking his head as the figure nears him jay lashes out with a clumsy boot which the figure easily side steps , as they do they dash forward and quickly kicks Jay's other leg out from under him sending him crashing back first to the dirty floor .
Moving with grace the figure lifts there black boot high into the air and brings it down onto jays nose with brutal intentions , the sound of the bone breaking is audible over the now silent canteen , some stage hands linger while others have fled .
A oompft emits from Jay's lips as the figure sends the boot in again and again onto his face , his nose a bloody mess , his eye brow split and bleeding as well his lip his face is a mask of crimson , he lays near motionless , words die on his lips as he struggles to remain conscious , the black figure stands over him , staring down at there prone victim.
Reaching down the figure grabs Jays foot and places it on the wooden bench , making sure the boot is jammed by the table top , they slowly ascend onto the table , what could be there eyes never leaving Jay , the screaming Lizzie has now gone silent as the figure makes the sign of the cross on there chest before jumping forward .
Pushing there heavy boots down with all there weight the figure smashes both feet onto Jay's leg an almighty ripping sound can be heard as his leg seems to bend in a very unnatural way , blood instantly soaks through the blue jeans and begins puddling on the floor as the broken leg bone rips free from under the skin , a howl that doesnt seem human erupts from Jays lips as he tries in vain to clutch his broken appendage .
Paranormal : I think im going to vomit . .
Iron Maiden : Hey watch it i just bought this new coat . .
Suddenly the camera shifts to the battered worn old oak door that is the canteen entrance as five security men rush in , hulking brutes , they make straight for the figure who takes one last look at there victim before sprinting off over the buffet table and out of the second exit beyond , they vanish with security in hot pursuit .
The camera focuses on the pained face of Jay , allthe colour having drainedleaving him a ghostly white , his shrieks of pain no longer resounding from his lips , his eyes flicker as he passes out , the scene fades to black .
