Last time, Matthew's plan to try to get Kevin to come to his senses backfired, putting Orton in a bad way. Now, the brothers must deal with other consequences.
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The whole of Evolution plus Eric stood over Randy trying to revive Matt. A knock at the door revealed Shawn Michaels wondering where Batista was; the time for the main event was about to arrive. HBK saw the commotion and rushed over, offering his help.
"Whoa. What happened? Is he bleeding?" asked Michaels.
"No. He's unconscious. We don't know what happened to him. Eric and I found him like this, and I can't get him to wake up and …"
"Hold on there, Orton. Calm down. You getting hysterical over this isn't going to help."
Randy tried to take a deep breath, but it didn't aid anything. Matt hadn't moved at all and it seemed like the possibility of Matthew … well, Randy didn't want to think about that. He looked up at Camilla's face and wondered if she was thinking about it; her eyes were wide open..
"Look! He's opening his eyes!"
Randy looked back down quickly at his brother. Matt slowly started to come to, Randy holding his head up a bit.
"…where … where is Nash?" the weakened Orton asked.
"Nash?!" Randy blurted out. "Did he do this to you?"
Matthew nodded slowly. Almost instantly, Randy shot up and started for the door.
"………wait … Randy …"
Hearing his brother's voice, Randy immediately shot back to his side. Matt took the time to get up and sit on a bench, clutching the back of his head and wincing with every step.
"He didn't do this to me randomly."
"What? You provoked him?"
"Yes. I thought … I thought I could convince him to stray away from Hunter. Obviously … that'd didn't work. If there's anyone you should be mad at, it's me."
Randy had the most confused look on his face as Shawn and Dave left the room. They couldn't spare anymore time; Shawn's music had already started to play.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Randy screamed at his little brother. "You go off by yourself and …"
"Go off by myself? Randy, I'm eighteen years old! I don't have to tell you every little thing I do! I can make decisions for myself!"
"But … but …" Randy tried to come up with a response, but couldn't find one. Matt was absolutely right, though. After a moment, Randy finally spoke up. "Why did you go out there?"
"I already told you! I thought I could…"
"No. There's another reason you did this. What is it?"
Hesitant, Matt could tell where this was going. "I wanted to make you stop worrying. All you had on your mind was how much trouble we are in with Hunter and I just wanted to help. Is that such a bad thing to do for a brother?"
"…so this is all my fault."
"No! Randy, I chose to do this! You had no part of it!"
"…but if I had never told you that, you wouldn't have been…"
"Randy, shut the hell up! Now you're pissing me off! All you're trying to do is find an excuse to shift the blame onto you!"
Matt could see Randy start to shake. Sighing, Matt went over to try to calm Randy down, but was stopped by Camilla.
"Just leave him alone. You're only making this worse."
"What the hell else I am supposed to do?! If I can't get Randy to snap out of this phase, he'll be a wreck for the rest of our careers!"
Suddenly, Camilla was shoved aside by a frustrated older brother.
"Matthew … you may be mature enough to deal with something like this, but I'M NOT! Inside, I'm still that five year old little kid, worrying about my little brother every single moment of my life. You know nothing of the magnitude of how that day affected me. I will never get over that. I care more about you than Evolution. I care more about you than this Intercontinental belt. I care more about you than me! But if you don't appreciate that … fine. You don't have to deal with me anymore."
Randy then took the Intercontinental belt off his shoulder, shoved it in Eric's arms, and walked quietly out of the room. Matt was stunned, rooted to the spot until someone shoved him from behind.
"Don't just stand there, you moron!" Cena yelled. "Go get your brother!"
"Why should I? If he's more of a baby than I am, he doesn't deserve to be here."
SLAP!
Camilla hit Matt hard across the face. "Matt, all Randy wanted to do was take care of you, and you shoved it in his face! What's going to happen when you realize that I care about you just as much as he does?! Are you going to dump me? Are you going to let me go just like you did Randy?"
After a moment, Matt thought to himself, "Dammit … what the hell did I just do?"
Turning around, Matt slowly lumbered into the hallway, still holding his head. At the far end, near the exit doors, Matt spied Randy walking with his head down. Running as fast as he could without it hurting, Matt caught up with his brother just as he exited the building. In the hot Texas night air, Randy turned around and faced the brother he thought he had.
"What the hell do you want with me?"
"Randy, stop! At least let me try to …"
"Try to what? Huh? Just push me farther out of your life? To put the finishing touches on the …"
"STOP THIS! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"
Both brothers stared at each other, silent.
"You're right. I won't ever comprehend how that night impacted you. And I shouldn't assume that just because I'm of age, I should do anything I want. I … I'm just still not used to having someone like you in my life."
Randy wiped a tear from his face just as his brother started to tear up. They embraced each other and Randy slapped Matt on the back.
"Come on. Stop bawling. If anyone sees us like this, we'll never hear the end of it."
"Then let's head back to the room. Maybe Eric will give you your belt back."
Randy chuckled and the two walked back into the building. As they re-entered the locker room, both were surprised to see it empty, Randy's belt on the floor face down. Matt heard something on the monitor and the brothers watched as Shawn, Batista, John, Jeff, and Eric were out cold on the ground. Both Nash and Hunter were standing tall, each holding sledgehammers. Matt shrunk in horror when he saw Camilla cowering in the corner of the ring. Nash and Hunter were slowly closing in on her.
"Good lord …", Randy said out loud.
"Come on! We've got to help her!"
The brothers dashed out of the room towards the ring. Meanwhile, Nash held Camilla in place while Hunter took aim. Camilla did her best to wriggle out of Nash's grip, but even her determination couldn't break the hold on her. She watched as Triple H grinned and lifted the hammer slowly. But the expression on his face quickly turned to that of if Hunter had seen a ghost. Dropping the sledgehammer, Triple H quickly rolled out of the ring, leaving Nash confused and bewildered. He let go of Camilla when two fists were rammed into his back. A pair of Ortons had slid into the ring and attacked him from behind.
Matt blocked a retaliatory punch from Nash and whipped him to the turnbuckle. Randy dropkicked Kevin down and the brothers waited for him to get up. Both were stalking him carefully, waiting for the correct moment. As the big man got to his feet, Randy and Matt executed the double RKO seamlessly, putting Nash face down on the mat. Hunter watched from the top of the ramp as Camilla climbed on the turnbuckle. Matt grinned as she used his signature leg drop and landed squarely on the back of Nash's neck. Randy and Camilla started to tend to the fallen Evolution and DX members as Matt got a microphone from ringside.
"See, Kevin? See what I was talking about before you knocked me out? Look up at the ramp, Kevin! Look at who is up there saving his own skin instead of being down here and helping you out! You two took out five men, but Hunter ran at the sight of us coming to ring! It's exactly as I told you. Hunter leaves you in the dust, but you were too stupid to realize that! But now, you're just another casualty."
Dave and Shawn were the first to their feet; Cena, Jeff, and Eric soon followed. Evolution and D-Generation X stood united in the middle of the ring over the body of Hunter's latest bodyguard. Hunter raised the World Heavyweight belt in the air, getting boos from the crowd.
"Hunter! Don't think I forgot about you! At Backlash, we'll have a new World Heavyweight Champion! And then Randy and I will make sure to make your life a living hell! The Hunter will become the hunted!"
Shawn tapped Matt on the shoulder and Orton gave the microphone to HBK.
"And if you're not down with that, Hunter, Evolution and DX have two words for ya!"
Everyone in the ring along with everyone in the arena yelled out a resounding …
"SUCK IT!"
Matt was sitting in his room, a couple of pillows behind his head. As much as he wanted to be active and workout, Matt had to keep the amount of impact on his neck and head to a minimum. Next week was the week he would be on Sunday Night HEAT, against Test and Scott Steiner. Then, the next night on RAW was another match for the tournament. In his time resting, Matt calculated that one more win might be enough to earn a spot in the finals at Backlash. The other early front runners, Rob Van Dam and Tommy Dreamer, had the same 2-0 record as Matt and John.
"That's Backlash. Evolution vs. RVD and Dreamer. One hell of a match."
A familiar stomach rumble occurred, and Matt groaned. It was a chore to get down the steps without Camilla or Mom griping at him. The sandwich that was fixed for him earlier was gone hours ago, and Matt, or rather Matt's stomach, wanted more. Looking out the window, he could see Randy, Dave, and John doing something rather far away from the house.
"Probably jogging. Batista wouldn't joke around like Randy and John do, so it has to be something serious."
Looking out the hallway slowly, Matt slowly crept around the corner to the stairwell. Looking down into the living room, he saw Camilla watching TV on the couch. Taking a deep breath, Matt started to climb down the stairs slowly. Almost halfway down, the stairs made a loud creaking noise and Matt's heart rate shot up. Luckily, Camilla didn't look behind her. Sighing, Matt took another step down, but a louder creaking noise occurred. Camilla spun around and finally caught Matt.
"What the hell are you doing out of bed! Get back upstairs!"
Matt rolled his eyes. "I'm just hungry! Can't I fix myself something to eat?"
"I'll do it. Lay down here on the couch and I'll do it for you."
Reluctantly, Matt walked over and did as he was told. He could hear Camilla opening a can, and hoped it was tuna.
"Hey … about our wedding …"
Camilla immediately dropped what she was doing and jumped over the top of couch, landing on Matt's stomach. After Matt got his breath back, he continued what he was saying.
"Let's just have a small ceremony. Invite DX, Evolution, the McMahons … that's all it has to be."
"Torrie too. Don't forget her."
"Of course. You know, I can't help but see Randy and Torrie getting married in the future. I've never seen Randy change so much when she's around."
"Yeah. It reminds me of when I first met you. You would get all weird when I was around you. You weren't the uptight do-gooder everyone made you out to be."
Matt smiled and looked Camilla straight in the eye. They got closer to each other and leaned in for a kiss when they heard activity in the backyard. Matt and Camilla looked out the kitchen window to see Dave and John sparring in the ring, with Randy acting as the referee. Matt cracked a mischievous grin and looked at Camilla.
"No! I'm not letting you out there! You could hurt yourself again!"
"I'm going to have to go out there anyway on Sunday! Just let me go out there now! I just want to have a little fun … please?"
Camilla sighed. "You didn't even eat your sandwich yet."
"Fine! I'll eat the sandwich! Just let me go out there!"
"No. You're not going anywhere." Camilla reached over and grabbed the remote control while still sitting on Matt's stomach. Shaking his head, Matt closed his eyes, his stomach still growling.
"God, I'm glad this week is almost over. Can you at least bring me my sandwich?"
"Fine. But if you move, I'm coming after you. And you're not going to like it."
Reluctantly, she got up to retrieve Matt's food. For a split second, Matt thought of darting off to the backyard. Just as he was positioning his feet to run, the back door opened, and Dave, John, and Randy all walked inside. Matt sighed and sat up instead, snatching the remote control and finding something to watch on TV. Camilla jumped over the couch, sandwich in hand. To Matt's amazement, she started to eat it.
"What the heck are you doing? That's my sandwich!"
"You changed the channel. It's mine now."
Angered, Matt walked into the kitchen to make one for himself.
"Dammit, Camilla! That was the last can of tuna! Screw it, I'm ordering Chinese."
"Whoa, whoa. Hold on there, bro." Randy had just walked in, fresh from changing into new clothes. "You haven't done anything all week physically and you want Chinese food?"
"I haven't done anything because of this one!", Matt exclaimed, pointing to Camilla. "If she would let me walk every once in a while, I would have been out there working with you guys!"
"Matt, all I'm trying to do is care for you!" Camilla retorted.
Orton couldn't find anything to say without infuriating his fiancée.
"Can … can I at least go lift weights with the guys? That can't be bad for my head, can it?"
"But what if you drop the bar? You could hurt yourself?"
"That's why I'll have a spotter, you know that!"
"But what if they accidentally drop the bar?"
"Camilla, do you really think that will happen? When has one of us ever had an incident like that?"
"Remember when Eric bruised his ribs?"
"He was a little overzealous that day, and he didn't have a spotter. Camilla, I know you care about me, but if I can't get active, I'll be out of shape and rusty for the matches on Sunday and Monday!"
Camilla sighed and looked at Matt. "Fine. But I warned you. If you get hurt … I don't know what I'll do."
"I'll get an icepack and rest in my room. What about that, huh?"
"Alright. Go on then."
Matt smiled and he and Randy went off to join Dave and John. Camilla stayed behind and finished off the sandwich she fixed.
"He's right. I shouldn't treat him like a little boy. He's got his problems, Randy has his, I have mine … it's all just part of our lives now."
Sunday Night HEAT was already underway. The main event of the evening was Matt and John vs. Test and Steiner. Earlier, Bubba Ray and D-Von took down Three Minute Warning, bringing their record to 2-1. Rosey and Jamal were 1-2; Matt wasn't too concerned about facing them in the tournament final at Backlash. He could say the same for La Résistance; they were 0-2. Test and Steiner were 0-2 as well, but there was no reason not to doubt their abilities. The two big men were taken down only when they were caught off guard; if they had a chance to use their full arsenal, a win would be in order.
"Hey, Matt! Yo, our match is next! Get your gear on!"
Matt snapped out of his analytical mood. "Oh … sorry. Yeah, gimme a second." Matt grabbed his duffel bag and quickly ran off to the bathroom.
"What were you thinkin' about?"
"Who are opponents are going to be. With the way the records are now …"
"Dude, just lay off the numbers right now. All we gotta do is get out there and whip some ass."
Matt relaxed and chuckled. "Alright. Okay. How do you want to attack this one?"
"Like we do all the others. Nothing different. You ready yet?"
"Yeah. I'm just lacing my boots."
"Hurry the hell up then! I can hear Steiner's music already!"
"Shit…" Matt hopped out on one foot while still trying to lace up his left boot. Cena shook his head as his partner hobbled out the door.
"This is why I don't wear tights …sneakers and shorts, that's it."
Matt and John stepped out onto the stage, eyes on their opponents in the ring. The normally confident pair was serious this time around; these two weren't to be messed with. John started off for Evolution and Steiner started off for his team. When the bell rang, Steiner charged at Cena. The rapper dodged Big Poppa Pump, sending him into Matt's corner, where Orton grabbed Steiner by the neck and dropped down off the apron. Steiner's neck was racked across the top rope, sending him reeling backwards into Cena's grasp. John executed a German Suplex perfectly, then tagged in Matt.
When Matt entered and John exited, Test suddenly charged the ring, spearing down Orton. Matt's head impacted the mat rather hard, and for a moment, he looked as if he was knocked out. Backstage, Camilla and Randy started to freak out. Dave had to hold them back from running out and interfering in the match. The ref forced Test back to his corner. Steiner had recovered now and lifted Matt to his feet. However, Orton sprang into action, having been playing dead before. Randy and Camilla breathed a sigh of relief as Matt lifted Steiner onto his shoulders. Matt held out his hand and John made the tag.
Orton took a page from John's book and slammed Steiner down to the mat with an FU. In response, John took a page from Orton's book and slingshotted himself over the top rope with a somersault leg drop. Matt ran over to stop Test from interfering again, spearing Test down to the ground. Simultaneously, Cena locked in the STFU on Steiner and Matt locked in the Texas Cloverleaf on Test. Before long, both opponents tapped out.
"Here are your winners, Matthew Orton and John Cena!"
Cena and Orton raised each other's arms in the air in triumph.
"3-0, bro! We're freakin' unstoppable!"
"Don't forget, man. We still gotta work for it."
"No doubt, man. No dou…"
Music interrupted Cena's sentence, and Kevin Nash walked out onto the stage. He had a microphone in his hand.
"Last week on RAW … last week … "
Matt hurried and got a microphone from ringside.
"Hold on, Kevin. Hold on. I want you to stand there. I want you to stand there and realize that I was right."
"I know that. I get what you're trying to do. I know that I was wrong. And I'm man enough to admit it."
Its time to play the game…
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Nash, what the hell are you doing?", Hunter asked his former friend.
"Why the hell are you out here? No, a better question for you: Why the hell did you leave me in the ring alone last week?"
The crowd seemed to be asking the same question as Hunter tried to look for a response.
"Well … I mean … you know … there were two of them …"
"Why the hell should that have mattered? You had a sledgehammer in your hand! You could have taken them out with a few swings! So I'm going to ask you again and I better get a response this time. Why the hell did you leave me in the ring alone last week?"
Hunter lowered his microphone and said nothing.
"That's what I thought."
Kevin dropped his mic and left the stage. Cena and Orton high-fived each other.
"Running out of friends now, Hunter? You have no one left. No one."
"You forget, Orton. I still have this title. And come Backlash, I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep it around my waist."
"Hunter, do you really think you stand a chance? You've got Evolution against you. You've got D-Generation X against you. And now you've got Nash against you. I'm getting the feeling that you failed math in high school, because the numbers game is catching up to you!"
After the Evolution catastrophe at WrestleMania, things are finally looking up. On Monday Night RAW, Matt and John receive aid from an unexpected source. Camilla has to defend her title for the first time. And Bischoff makes a match that pleases both Evolution and DX alike.
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