I hate Valentine's Day with a passion reserved only for such things as a good beating and jumping off ladders. As I stand here looking down at his startled green eyes all my reasons for hating this evil holiday become clearly apparent. He opens his mouth to defend himself, but I turn before he can speak and leave before the traitorous elf can utter some word of self defense that may just rob me of what little sanity I have left.

As I storm from the room and down the hotel hall I forget the two gifts I am carrying. Mine is slung over my shoulder in its leather sheath and his is stuck in the back of my jeans. The short walk to the arena in the cold winter's air does nothing to cool my boiling blood as my mind only sees my now ex lover and his whiney assed mistress… God only knows that if ever a man was a bitch then it would be that whiney assed Canadian wannabe rock star.

As I reach the door into the back area of the arena, the security guard there spots the gift that I bought myself and foolishly decides to tell me that I can't carry a weapon into the building. Had I not been wearing my colored contacts the darkening of my hazel eyes might have been a warning sign to the stupid man, but as it stands he was given no warning at all.

Without any thought to the wrongness of my act, I pulled out my newly purchased gift and ran its two-foot carved steel blade right through the man's foolish heart. A jolt of adrenaline surged through my body making it tingle happily at the act. A dark grin spread across my face and I dropped the bag holding my ring gear and met the two men rushing towards me head on. Arn Anderson, like the old bitch that he is, leapt at me thinking that his decrepit ass could disarm me, but received a blade run through his middle for his heroics. Then as he collapsed to the floor I ran the blade into his back piercing his heart and spinal cord, killing him.

Howling like some wounded animal, Ric charged me as if he was any more of a match for my steel blade. I'd always longed to permanently shut this old fuck up and decided to take my chance while I had it. Feeling like The Highlander I swung my blade in a high arc severing the top of Space Mountain from the rest of the ride.

As the blood gushed from Roc's neck I leaned down and gathered a handful, lapping at it with my tongue as a kitten would cream before wiping it across my chest, exposed in the fray. Making my way down the hallway I came upon Andrew and Stacy whom must have thought that they'd found a quiet hiding place for a moment of privacy. Momentarily I stood there soaking in their sickening mushy love talk until the possibility of me puking was a serious option. Slowly my eyes trailed down Stacey's body taking in those long legs of hers bared for the night's show. Pulling my sword back, I then swung it forward in a fast low arc cheering myself as I watched one of those trademark legs fall to the floor severed from the rest of her.

Her scream of agony cheered me even further and served to startle her dim witted boyfriend long enough for me to bury the dagger that was to be my ex's gift into Andrew's chest. Stacy lay screaming on the floor and was beginning to get on my nerves forcing me to retrieve the dagger from her now dead boyfriend's chest slicing her throat open with it, silencing her forever.

Retrieving the long leg from the floor I lift it marveling at its weight in my hand as I heard a shout from behind me. Twirling I instinctively swung the appendage like a club connecting it with the side of D'Lo's head. Remembering my injured friend laying at home because of this worthless piece of crap, I waste little time in burying my blade into his chest stilling his heart as well.

Turning I surveyed the damage what lay behind me, picturing the ones that I couldn't see in my mind and knew in my heart that it wasn't enough yet. My eyes glazed with a mad evilness that my sweet little fans would never imagine I could possess. I proceeded down the hall coming to one of the group locker rooms. Inside I heard Rico… who was supposed to be my opponent for the evening inside running his stupid mouth.

Opening the door I walked in, blood covered and maddened, spotting the fashionable jackass immediately. As the fool turned to gape at me I looked at those side burns I had longed to cut from his face forever and a day and without a second thought swung my blade slicing at the skin of his face cutting the whiskers in two parts. Twirling I looked like a musketeer from some movie and before Rico could fall to his knees my blade struck again removing his head from his body as well.

His matched island lovers rushed me thinking dumbly that together they cold stop me. However a boot to the gut halted that moron Rosey long enough for me to sink my dagger into Jamal's stomach, running the blade upwards until it touched his chin. Laughing sickly I watched his guts spill out of his body. Turning to the sobbing Rosey I watched him beg for his life long enough to amuse me then just as he thought he was safe, ran the blade into his chest.

Chopping Jamal's braids from his head, I tied them around the handle of my sword as a decoration before leaving the room in hunt of my next victim.

Spotting the woman's locker room I slowly opened the door hearing the soft laughter of Molly and Victoria inside. Molly spotted me first screeching at the sight of my blood-covered body. The empty headed woman turned to run from my hideous presence only to receive a sword up her fat ass as a reward. Feeling a blow to my back I winced then turned only to get a cane to my head as if that would stop me.

Not even bothering to wince again, I grinned at the now panicking Stevie Richards who had probably come to sniff Victoria's panties - the sicko. Stevie must have thought he could disarm me with his cane, for he swung it at me as if it was his own sword. Little did he know that Shannon and I had much practice with sword playing and easily I disarmed the psycho simply cutting his hands from his arms. As Stevie stood screaming trying to block my blows with his stubs I enjoyed slicing at his body until he was simply a bloody mess on the floor. Hearing a whimpering sound I turned to see Victoria huddled in a corner watching me, frightened. Cocking my head I considered killing her but decided that would be cruel and presented her with Stevie's head instead. Her terrorized screams followed me from the room.

Spotting Triple H running at me all veiny from the steroids he pumped into his body and screaming like some warrior he thought he was I laughed at his stupidness as my dagger sailed through the air sinking into his chest. As he fell I spotted Steiner behind him and decided that toying with the man wouldn't serve me well until he turned to run like that coward he is. For his weakness he received a visit of steel to his back. I ran the blade downward as far as I could until my lack of strength showed and pulled the blade out watching the man fall dead to the ground.

Spotting another locker room I entered finding it full of idiots and didn't waste much time ridding myself of most of their presences. Lance and Regal never even knew what was coming and died together with Regal's cock shoved up Lance's ass. Killing Nowinski was a letdown as I truly disliked the man, but he put up little fight looking at me as if his Harvard educated brain couldn't comprehend the fact that I was about to kill him.

When I turned to look at Maven, his baby eyes watched me and I was reminded of a deer caught in a car's headlights. Again I just couldn't bring myself to kill him knowing that he was one of Al's babies and Al had always been good to me. I just didn't have the heart to take away his young lover from him. So instead I turned and left the shocked baby to sit in his puddle of his own piss.

Hearing the crowd roaring, I walked through the entrance leaving agents and referees in a dead path behind me like a trail of breadcrumbs in the woods. The match in the ring was going full speed as I approached the ring. The fans on the way began cheering not realizing the sword in my hands was deadly and the blood covering my body was real. Standing on the floor I watched the battle until I grew tired of seeing Booker continuously getting over my good friend.

Slowly I walked up the steps and entered the ring hopping up onto a turnbuckle and posing for the confused fans. Leaping down I turned to see the men in the ring watching me not understanding what they were seeing. Winking at Jay I approached Booker putting the tip of my sword onto this chest letting the tip prick his skin. Dumbly the man batted the weapon away cutting his hand in the process.

Shocked Booker looked from his bleeding hand to me and back. Vaguely I could hear Jay speaking to me, but didn't comprehend his words as I swung the sword one more time severing Booker's wormy head from his body throwing the crowd into momentary silence to be followed by screams of terror as people ran from the building.

I remember turning to look at Jay and cocking my head at the calm expression on his face. Slowly I made my way to his side and lifting a hand ran it down his cheek leaving a red streak behind. I didn't feel the ring shake as the friends I had left to live in the back - Bubba, Batista, Kane and a few others - ran into the ring, too focused on the beauty in front of me. Dropping the sword I put my other hand on Jay's cheek and pulled him in kissing him passionately marveling when he returned my kiss.

The doctors and lawyers say I may never leave my new home and my old fans are all gone, replaced by those that love psycho killers. My friends have dwindled down to only a handful including my faithful brother and the ever understanding Sugar. Shanny visits me faithfully, smiling and bouncing as always. I think that someday he may join me in here for surely they can see we belong together, but it is Jay that makes my life worthwhile. HE also visits regularly promising one of these days he and Shannon will break me out... or join me, depending when they figure out they aren't any saner than I am.

As I sit here rocking back and forth on the floor of my stark white padded cell, wearing my not so fashionable white jacket, I smile remembering that night and thinking it was the best Valentine's Day ever.