The camera opens in the female locker room of the WWF arena , the old , well used locker;s displaying there age as the metallic paint once covering there frames now peeling revealing the rust below that eats through and creates misshapen holes here and there .
The inadequate lighting from neon tubes above highlight the grimey floor and excentuate the scarred wooden benches sat in the middle of the room , on one of these benches a large black bag resides , zipped up the lost one title resting comfortably on top .
The camera turns as a lone , slim figure enters the locker room , dressed all in black and a michael myers mask covereing there face the figure ejects a presence of bone chilling fear , there head slowly turning around the room , stopping for a few moments when they see the camera then they turn there attention to the back of the locker room , where the sound of a shower running can be heard .
Walking slowly the figure approaches the shower , as the camera follows the naked beauty of Era Dynamics comes into view , her eyes closed , shampoo in her hair she doesnt see the menacing figure bearing down on her .
Quick as a flash and without giving there victim anytime to respond the masked figure dashes forward and grabs a handfull of Eras hair before sending her head first into the wall with sickeneing force , her fore head immediatly slashed open from the rough tiles her blood now mixes and wsahes away with the streaming water covering her and her attacker , she slumps to the floor .
The attacker then flies in with a series of downward stomps on Era's head and ribs , a barrage of bone crunching blows ring out as Era;s nose nd lips break and split the eruption of blood adding to the already red running water on the floor , the figure stops as suddenly as they started , looking down on the unconscious naked form of Era before turning and making a quick exit from the locker room , the camera fades on the seemingly lifeless , unconscious Era .