Boo! XD! Okay, this isn't exactly a new story per se.. It's a Halloween Special, brought to you via my Psycho Jeff muse. A three shot with two of my fave couples. First chp is the set-up, second is Jeff/Adam and the third will be Matt/Morrison. Jeff thinks Freddy is a better horror movie baddie, but Matt thinks it's Jason. They decided to dress up as their choice for a party to 'test' this theory, and make their could care less lovers play along :P Okay, let's say it's AU and pretend that Adam isn't hurt and Jeff is only 'retired' b/c him and Adam are on break. M'kay. It dun't much matter, hehe. It doesn't go that far for it to matter, lol. Jeff/Adam, Matt/Mor. Addy and Mor are the BOTTOMS, b/c they are the 'victims'. OOC, AU. Language, sex (anal, oral, spanking, licking, sucking, fucking, cuming-- all to come) and grown men in costumes, XP. 'Crossdress'. 10/30/09 note; This began as a 3-shot, then refused to lemme go, lol.
I own none of the psychos and/or victims mentioned. They are none mine!
Night Terrors;
Series 1; Halloween Slasher Special
Chapter one/ 'The Party/The Plan'
Rated; M/ L, (talk of horror movie violence)
(October 30th 2009-- The night before Halloween.. also, Adam's birthday)
Jeff stood in front of the hotel mirror, taking the time to admire over days of planning's handy-work. He was getting ready for the Halloween party tonight after Smackdown's live show. Jeff was going as Freddy Krueger because he felt like it. Also because his sometimes mean ole brother Matt, along with himself had gotten into a bizarre horror movie conversation a couple of weeks ago about which horror movie baddie kicked more ass. Matt said it was Jason, naturally. But, Matt didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, naturally. Jeff argued it was Freddy. Mainly because getting under Matt's skin was a favorite pastime of Jeff's and the elder Hardy was likely to disagree with him. But also because, as the younger Hardy saw it, Freddy was more like Jeff. Not the biggest dog in the fight, but definitely the most creative, enigmatic, and vicious. So, Jeff decided to show his brother why Freddy was better than dumb, slow, ill-witted, mama's boy Jason Voorhees. Matt was going as Jason to dispute that theory. Naturally.
"Jason's better. He's bigger, stronger, more bad-ass. He doesn't waste his time running his mouth, trash-talking his victims. He just comes up and gets down to business." Matt argued, beer in one hand as he leaned against the wall.
"Nuh-uh, Krueger's way better, He's faster, smarter and fucks with people's reality." Jeff argued from his seated position in the living room floor of Matt's North Carolina home.
Matt rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Jeff, he's a pussy who has to kill people in their sleep. In the real world he's fucking powerless."
"Yeah, well, Jason's a mama's boy and a pansy ass." Jeff huffed.
"Both of you, shut up." Adam spoke up from the couch. "Both of them are dumbass ugly fucks, who even though they have each had a countless number of victims.."
"Neither of them ever get laid. Mainly because no one would want to fuck them." Mor finished, inspecting his nails and not really looking up at the other occupants of the living room.
It was also naturally decided that since Mor and Adam could care less about important things like who was better at ripping teens to shreds in slasher flicks, they were voted to go as the victims.
"Fine, I have an idea; You go as dumb, boring ole Jason Voorhees for Halloween, and I'll be the uber cool, awesome Freddy Krueger. We'll see who's more bad-ass." Jeff suggested.
"Okay." Matt nodded, licking his lips. "You're on, Jeff.. but.." He turned to their two lovely dolls who sat on the couch. Matt smirked and turned back to Jeff. "I want Morrie to be my helpless little victim."
"What?!" The younger brunette squeaked.
Jeff bit his bottom lip as he grinned, raising his eyebrows up at Adam, devious thoughts being planted in his head at that suggestion. "Oh, that sounds like a marvelous idea."
Adam only gulped.
Jeff tapped the 'knived fingers' to his chin. Studying over his make-up job (that he'd did himself to 'resemble' Freddy's burns) The younger Hardy was wearing a red/green stripped 'Freddy' sweater, and black jeans and boots. A brown fedora was placed on his head. The plastic four-bladed glove accented his right hand to complete this look.
Jeff stretched out his arms, jumping as Freddy would to get into character. "Ha!" He exclaimed, drawing the clawed glove back in front of him. "You're mine now, little bitch." He scowled at his reflection. Jeff slouched. "No no no, that sucks."
"Yes, yes it did." Matt agreed from the doorway.
Jeff turned his eyes toward his brother, tilting the brown fedora up to glare at the older Hardy. Matt was decked out ala Jason in dark gray, ratty overhauls with a white plastic 'hockey' mask, sitting on top his head. His raven hair tied back into a ponytail as usual. Okay, so that's one thing that was agreed upon. Jason and Freddy were both bald, and neither Hardy was to admit they'd look good as bald men, so they left their hair alone. Plus, Adam said he'd disown Jeff if he shaved his head bald for the occasion. And Mor agreed the same for Matt.
Jeff folded his arms. "Who ask you, Matty? Besides, my costume is way better than yours. You look like a hockey playing mechanic."
"And you're wearing a Christmas sweater in October." Matt quipped.
Jeff growled and stomped his foot childishly. "It's not a Christmas sweater!"
"So, you got little butter-knives on a glove for a weapon. I have this." Matt argued, pulling out his machete (okay, so the thing was plastic.. but at a party Matt was sure to get drunk, and drunk Matt plus deadly weapon, wasn't a good combination. Besides, Jeff's 'finger-knives' weren't real either.. Matt didn't think..)
"You can't even play Jason right, Matthew. That big dumb oaf never even talked. He just whimpered and grunted.." Jeff smirked. "About like your boyfriend."
Matt gave him a look before slinking out of the room. He came back two minutes later to find Jeff still preening.
"Let's go, we have less than an hour... shit, you take longer than either of the babes." Matt muttered walking back off.
"Fuck you, Jason."
"Up yours, Freddy." Matt shouted back.
--xx--
Adam let out a shrill whine, holding onto the door frame of the locker room as Jeff tried to shove him inside.
"Let go of the door, bitch." Jeff growled.
Adam stopped struggling and pouted at Jeff. "Why'd you call me that?"
Jeff sighed. "It's what Freddy does. Now, in." Jeff took the distraction as an opportunity to shove Adam inside.
The blonde froze as soon as everyone's eyes went to him. Adam gulped, looking down at himself, wide-eyed and blushing. Jeff had him wearing a short, yellow 'adult-sized, dolly-like' dress. Complete with white, lacy frills at the bottom, top and around the sleeves. White knee-high stockings with little black bows at the tops of them, and black Mary Jane shoes added to the look. Jeff had cut four long gashes down the front of the dress and smeared fake blood (it may of been fake-- Adam was too afraid to ask) all over the garment. He also took the liberty of pulling Adam's long, blond hair up into two pigtails and tying them each with a yellow ribbon.
Hunter was the first to whistle. "Hey, Jeffy Krueger..? Um.. can I borrow your little doll for awhile. I promise I won't break it." The Game sauntered over to them. He was dressed as the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. And no one had a clue as to why.
Jeff grabbed Adam's arm and jerked him away from Hunter. "I don't think so, H."
"Darn it, Hunter, we've talked about this," Shawn, dressed as the Scarecrow, explained as he pulled his lover away. "We don't ask to play with Jeff's toys. We don't know where they've been, or what they've been in. Jeez, you're gonna catch us something."
"Awe, but.. but, Shawny.. He's so pretty.." Hunter protested.
Shawn shook his head. "No, and that's final."
"You're not nice!" The larger male whined.
Jeff just glared at DX as they walked away. 'Must keep close eye on Helmsley..'
"Jeffy, come on.. it's my birthday for crying out loud! And instead of being home, curled up in bed, I'm here, being gawked at and whispered at by nosy people." Adam pouted, his head down as he tried to keep the fluffy dress from riding up. The white, lacy underwear Jeff also made him wear was already doing enough of that as it was.
"It's alright, Adam, we all know you're Jeffy's bitch anyhow. It doesn't shock us anymore." Randy smirked as he walked by.
"Nope." Ted agreed, following.
Adam let his mouth drop, staring at the two as they walked on past. "But.. but.. Ugh.." Adam folded his arms, huffing dramatically and turning away.
Jeff just giggled, turning his tall blonde back around to him and wrapping his arms around him. "Awe, come on. You like being my bitch and you know it. Don't'cha, pretty? Come on, stop pouting and dance with Jeffy. Jeffy's a real good dancer." The fedora clad male cooed, twirling his blonde around and swaying his hips to an imaginary beat.
3o minutes had passed. Adam was tired of dancing.. and of Jeff's new song.. Matt and Mor had yet to show up. Maybe JoMo got lucky and Matt chickened out.
"1, 2, Jeffy's coming for you. 3, 4, maim you on the floor. 5, 6, stab you just for kicks. 7, 8, Addy's ass I'll take.. 9, 10, never fuck with me again.." Jeff giggled madly and restarted his little ditty. Adam sighed. He couldn't tell if the song was about rape, murder or an insane combo of both.
"No no no... Stop, Matty, put me down! I dun wanna!" Mor screamed from the hallway.
Adam turned his head to the door, bursting out laughing as he saw the brunette tossed across Matt's shoulder, kicking and struggling desperately to be let down. Matt stopped and stood still, turning his head to gaze around sinisterly from behind the white 'hockey' mask. He raised the other arm (that wasn't in possession of his protesting lover) and raised the plastic, 'blood-stained' machete above his head. Mor whimpered as his long hair dangled freely as it was flipped upside down. His costume should of definitely won the contest if there was one based on sluttiness alone. Mor was dressed as a slutty camp counselor. He was wearing a 'Camp Crystal Lake' counselor's t-shirt (that had been ordered off some website) The shirt was tied up to show off his abdomen. He was wearing too short, cut-off blue jean shorts that sat extremely low on his hips. Regular sneakers completed that look. Jeff added one thing himself (since Matt wouldn't allow the shirt to be ruined) Jeff made it look like 'Jason' had slit his throat by using fake blood. Matt sat the pouting brunette down.
"You look totally ridiculous." Adam exclaimed happily, circling JoMo.
"Oh, shut up." Morrison snapped at him. "I'm sexier than you. What you're dressed as would get Jeff suspected of pedophilia."
"That's just nasty, Morrie. Yuck." Jeff muttered, dragging a blinking Adam away from the two brunettes.
--xx--
The party carried on about as tame as usual. Jericho was taking a drink of punch, grimacing as the liquid pierced his taste buds.
"Eww, what's this shit spiked with?" He asked, sniffing the green liquid. "And didn't this used to be red? Hey, Reso, I need to talk with you about the punch!" He hollered walking off in another direction.
Jeff was standing by Mark. Taker's little bitch, 'aka' Punk, had taken a bathroom break, so Jeff decided to get a word in with the Deadman.
"Sooo? What are you supposed to be?" Jeff asked. The younger male was arching up on his toes, his hands behind his back as he loitered.
Mark looked at him, an irritated 'I don't wanna be here' look etched on his face. "Kid, what the hell do I look like?"
"The Undertaker?" Jeff pointed out as Mark was still in his ring gear.
"Exactly." Mark scowled, crossing his large arms over his chest and just wishing Phil would hurry the fuck up.
"But, that's so not creative. I mean, come on, Marky, it's Halloween! You're supposed to dress up." Jeff argued, tilting the hat up some so he could see better.
"No. I'm supposed to dress up for my job. I did that already. Now all I want is to go home and rest. But, instead I'm forced to sit here and look stupid while Phil has a good time." Mark countered in agitation.
"Ugh, how can you not be having a good time? It's Halloween for crying out loud! Come on, there's lots to love about Halloween; candy, a reason to put on a cool costume and go out in broad daylight and take candy from strangers. Decorating, horror movies, scary stories, candy, grown men wearing make-up, more candy, hott sweaty man sex in said costumes." Jeff debated.
"For one, you do that shit year round. For two, thanks for the mental pictures. I really needed them." Matt put in sarcastically. He was standing beside his brother against the wall, one arm (that also held the machete) draped across Morrison's shoulders as the younger male stood to his side, his arms wrapped around Matt's waist and his head rested against the older male's chest.
Jeff glared at his brother. "You suck as Jason. Jason doesn't talk. All he does is grunt and make noises like a duck in heat. And you're not even wearing your mask." Jeff motioned with the Freddy glove up to Matt's mask that sat a top his head.
Matt flinched back. "It's too hot and sticky. And stop with that thing before you put my eye out!" The older Hardy warned, swatting the pointy plastic objects away from his face.
Jeff narrowed his eyes and growled.
Matt sighed. "Fine." He mumbled, pulling down the mask.
Jeff grinned. "See, as Jason you are forced to stand around looking stupid. But because I am Freddy I can come and go and talk as I please. Hahaha... HA!" He shouted in Matt's face, literally flipping him off with the middle finger's claw.
Matt glared at his brother as Jeff strutted off to find Adam. Matt shook his head, growling and mumbling incoherent curses from behind the white mask as Johnny gazed boredly up at the older male. Mor sighed and replaced his head on Matt's chest.
--xx--
Adam looked around the room from his seated position. His elbows were propped up on his knees as they were pushed together, his feet spread apart on the floor. He felt utterly ridiculous in this get-up and he was sick of the cat-calls and the whispers and stares. But, hell, least he was in a costume. Most of the Superstars and Divas were not. Adam rested his chin on one of his fists and sighed.
Mark was.. himself, as Undertaker because why change? His lover, Phil, was siting on his lap as they talked with Glenn, who was Kane. Because why change? Punky boy was a poor rendition of Jeff Hardy, the same 'costume' he used after Jeff's 'retirement' match on Smackdown in August. He was either trying to get killed by Jeff, or gang raped one by the locker room for his efforts.
Randy wasn't anything because he was a Broodybutt. Ted was a cowboy and Cody was a cowgirl.. Adam guessed. Over in the corner was Maria, unsuccessfully bobbing for apples. She was dressed as a mouse with gray/pink, furry mouse ears on her head, that kept falling down as she leaned forward. Her little nose and whiskers were drawn on with pink and black make-up. And she wore a gray, furry top and short bottoms set with a long pink mouse's tail pinned to the back. Grey gloves covered her hands and forearms and she had made mousy feet shoe coverings for her feet that she probably made herself.
Her girlfriend, Melina, was busy shaking her head. Giggling at her lover's misfortune. Melina was a black cat. She was dressed basically the same, except substituting shorts for long pants and her ears and tail were more feline than rodent. Her gloves also had long nails at the ends of her fingers and a black studded collar was around her neck.
Kelly and Eve both came as angels. Kelly was in a two piece white dress, and Eve in a whole piece. Both with feathery wings and golden halos. Mickie James was a devil, wearing a red two piece with black sequined accents to look like fire and complete with a devil tail and horns. She was carrying a pitchfork and had her eyes on a set of angels.
Jay, who was a pirate captain, was talking to Evan, who was a fairy. No one knew why or asked. Chris was unhappily Jay's wench because he lost a bet. Jericho huffed as he stood to the side with his boyfriend, Miz (who was a pirate out of spite to Jay) The former Y2J wasn't in a better boat than Adam. Not in the tight red, shredded skirt and black/white stripped front-tied, puffy long-sleeve he was wearing. And damn sure not in those black, laced up boots. The red bandanna on his head was fitting though... Mizzie wasn't too happy with it. He didn't get why Jay was suddenly calling the shots in Chris and Mike's relationship. Adam shook his head, whatever the deal with those three was, he had a hunch two pirates and a wench would end up capturing a Tinkerbell tonight. Evan looked a wee bit frightened as Miz and a huffing Jericho walked around to his side.
Adam flinched as he felt someone twirling one of his pigtails around their finger. He gazed up to see Jeff, leering down at him. His lips parted in a malicious smirk.
"Meet me in the boiler room in a few minutes, Addy.. Jeffy wanna play." Jeff whispered next to Adam's ear.
Before Adam could protest, Jeff bounded off. Adam raised up and looked for him, but the group of Superstars and Divas blocked his view. Adam sighed, his face turning into a tired pout as he slouched. It was going to be a long ass night.
This was my Jeff muse's idea, see I'm being Freddy for Halloween (I'm forcing my brother to be Jason) and while researching Freddy to put together a costume, my Jeff muse started coming up with some pretty bizarre ideas for Addy.. And I promise to get back to work on my others after this is done (and I want it done before Halloween) All other superstars costumes put together by my Jeff muse. No offense, I've seen some bizarre ass costumes in my day, it could'a been worse. The diva costumes were my ideas. The Freddy and Jason costumes were a little tweaked, but that's okay. I also set this on Edge's birthday b/c that night takes place on a Friday (which is when SD airs) Next chap promises Addy gets 'maimed' sweetly, XP! It will be up very soon...