Du Pont asked him to tour the estate with him to assess the damage from recent winter storms, and took his long-barreled .44-magnum revolver with him. They ended up at Schultz’s house, where the wrestler – who was on the driveway tinkering with the radio on his Toyota Tercel – turned and sauntered towards his boss with a smile. Aware of du Pont’s increasingly erratic state, but never before on the receiving end of his madness, he had no reason to suspect anything untoward was afoot.