A/N: The characters are as followed: Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Hunter is Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Randy Orton, Dave is Batista, and Adam is Edge.
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Clothes flew, chairs were tossed, and cushions were flung as Jeff Hardy dug around the locker room in search of something. That something was always here, and yet this time it wasn't and he just couldn't figure out why. Matt Hardy, Jeff's older brother, sat on the couch, ignoring his brother for the most part. It wasn't until a cushion hit him that he turned his attention to his brother.
"What are you doing Jeff?" he asked, fearful as to what his brother could possibly be doing. Whenever his brother would hit one of his many sugar rushes it was only a matter of time before he somehow did something wrong. Like the time he had locked Matt out of the locker room for an hour. By the time Matt had gotten in, the entire room was decorated with Jeff's art. Even some of the walls were painted which wasn't good. Although Matt knew his brother was very passionate about his art, he couldn't take having it all over the place and neither did the boss which led to Jeff getting a ban for a few months so he could no longer do his art work backstage.
Matt's words didn't register to the younger man as he continued to search, throwing a large bucket behind him. The bucket itself flew out the open door, hitting the wall across the hallway. Those in the hall froze and looked towards the open locker room. Dave, being the closest to the room, walked to the door and walked in, ducking as a pillow flew at him.
The others soon filed into the room as well, asking what was going on. Their words fell on deaf ears until Jeff suddenly stopped looking and stood up. He turned to the others in the room, and stared, his eyes wide. Without a word, Jeff hurried to the locker room door and shut it with a thud before walking to the center of the room and dropping to the floor.
"SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY SKITTLES!" he shouted before biting on his nails. The others looked at each other, gasping and whispering amongst themselves. They all knew no one was suppose to touch Jeff's skittles, but now it seemed someone had, one of them and they had to find out which one it was before the show.