(A/N: You are correct! But here's a few you missed: Jeff Hardy as Pops, Lita as Blue, Triple H as Lord Darcia, and Stephanie as Cheza. Haven't figured out a Jagada yet, maybe Linda, that might make sense… Anyway, onto more of the story!)

Chris Jericho's stomach growled, "Come on guys, I'm really hungry."

"We heard you the first time, runt." John Cena spat.

Jericho puffed out his cheeks, "And stop calling me that! I'm older than you."

Cena went nose to nose, "Height and size is one thing, brain matter is another." Cena tapped his head, then jumped back to catch up with the others.

Jericho growled and ran after, "Come on I'm serious!"

"Ok, ok." Matt Hardy sighed. "Look, why don't you guys go get something to eat for you and us, and we'll get directions to the McMahon estate."

"You don't know where it is?" Cena frowned.

Randy Orton shook his head, "I wish I could say from memory I did, but…. It feels like something…." He stopped trying to explain because frankly, he couldn't.

"Ok, let's go Cena!" Jericho beamed, pleased because Cena wasn't.

He ran off and Cena followed, "Dog, such a puppy…."

Matt turned back to Randy, "So, where to then?"

"I didn't want to say this to them, but I have this feeling, inside me, beckoning me towards Steph. But it's just a gut instinct, I can't back it up with facts. I don't want to lead you all through a wrong turn, but I know you'll be alright if we get lost, it's those other two I worry about."

"Oh, I get it." Matt smiled. "Well you don't have to worry about me! I've got some instincts of my own."

Randy smiled back, chuckling slightly, "Alright then, let's go. We've got each other's cells, we'll be fine." They both ran off.

"Where the hell are you going!" Cena roared, chasing after Jericho.

"Just follow me!" He called back.

"You're gonna get us lost you punk!"

"No I'm not, I remember this street, there's a good place to get some food real cheap."

"Yea well you're taking the first bite, I don't want no salmonella!"

"Say what?"

Cena shook his head, "Never mind…."

Jericho turned a corner sharply and banged into somebody, "Ow, hey sorry about that."

"Watch it…" The man gasped.

Cena came over and stopped, "You…?"

"You!" Jeff Hardy growled. Lita paid no mind to her boyfriend, she was just so happy to finally see a WWE superstar again, it seemed like a lifetime. "Get outta here!" Jeff pulled out a gun.

"Whoa, son of a…!" Cena backed up. "Run!" He ran.

Jeff aimed at Jericho, "You're dead." Jericho was frozen in terror.

Cena ran back, "Are you deaf? I said RUN!" Cena shoved him off and they were both soon out of sight.

Jeff growled and put away the gun, "Dam bastards. Rub it in our face will ya?"

Lita looked up sadly, "But Jeff, why did you do that?"

"You remember how the WWE treated both of us? I swore to protect you from them, even though the WWE is null and void now, they're still the same people."

"But Jeff…"

"No buts! I swear if I ever see another one of them again it'll be too soon. I'll bet they're all over here, mocking us."

"They're out of the WWE now too."

"Next time I see one, the bullet won't be in my gun." Jeff looked at the weapon he held. Lita's eyes widened, she knew quitting drugs was hard on Jeff, but now he was just nuts!

There was a loud rumble in the sky as it grew darker. Orton and Matt stopped running, looking up as rain began to gently fall. They looked at each other, nodded, and kept on going. Finally they stopped, standing in front of the huge estate. Randy looked up at it, and time seemed to stop. It had been so long since he'd last been here and laid eyes upon the woman of his dreams. It seemed like an eternity, but he still remembered the back door. Matt ran after him as they entered the back alley.

"In there." Orton pulled out his key. "I still can open the lock."

"Man, you two love birds in secret eh?" Matt laughed.

Orton smirked, "Yea, I guess you could say that. It was right after she broke up with Triple H that we started to get together, and he was still pretty pissed and I didn't want to blow my cover to him by revealing that I was with his ex."

Matt nodded, "Tu shay. Want me to call the others?"

Orton thought for a moment, then nodded as Matt dialed Cena's cell number since it was first on the list before Jericho's. Orton moved past the garbage bins when he stopped and looked in one of them. There was a picture of Stephanie. Now who would throw that away? He saw it was old and tattered, but still radiating of beauty none the less. He placed his hand on it. She wasn't trash, she didn't deserve to be in there. He pulled it out and put it in his pants pocket, then he put his foot on the first step, leading up to the door only a few feet away. Just then there was a scream, Matt gasped and looked up as Orton froze. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. The door threw out, as if being blasted open from the inside. A large man jumped out as the smoke cleared, holding the unconscious McMahon in his arms.

"Stephanie!" Orton cried then growled up at the familiar man. "You."

"Orton." Triple H smirked, chewing gum as trademarked along with it. "Nice to see you again, now if you'll excuse me." He ran off, shoving past the stunned Randy, and into an awaiting limo that sped away.

"Hey wait!" Matt cried.

Orton ran after it but it was fast and eventually out of sight. Orton fell to his knees, then roared up to the heavens, "Stephanie!"

"Come on Randy." Matt hung up. "I was talking to John, he said he saw the limo, we have a chance!"

Orton turned around, "Are you serious!? Let's go!" They both ran off, Matt had to work hard to keep up with Randy though.

….. "Come on hon." The voice pleaded from the distance.

"I said no, can't you comprehend a two letter English word?" Victoria sighed, then spoke to herself. "Nobody answered at the front, maybe the back door…" She stopped when she saw the destruction.

Rob raced over, "But I can change!"

"Sh, wait!" Victoria raised a hand to stop RVD in his rand, then she walked over to the door.

"What happened?" He looked around.

"I don't know." She looked inside the house, it was dark and eerie quiet.

"Where's Stephanie?"

Victoria tensed, she didn't like the feeling she was sensing, "I don't know…"

Orton and Matt eventually met up with Cena and Jericho, who didn't have time to get the food after evading Jeff. Cena and Jericho both agreed not to tell Matt, it would crush him. Besides, they figured they'd see him again, they could just feel it. The four ex-superstars found where the limo had gone, it was empty and the door to the abandoned one story building was opened a jar. They knew they were in there. Lightning flashed in the sky amid the rumbling thunder as the rain began to poor harder.

"Just give it up now Steph, if you do, then the blow will be a lot easier and lighter." Triple H looked out the window, waiting for the driver to come back from the bathroom.

Stephanie looked up from the chair, she was no longer bound and gagged, "Blow? Are you going to hit me again?" She growled, eying the bruise on her arm.

"Yes, but not physically."

"Excuse me?" The limo driver called.

"What?" Triple H walked off but turned to Stephanie. "Don't move." He walked off.

Stephanie frowned, "Yea, like I've ever listened to you." She stood up and looked around, the bathroom was by the door, she wouldn't make it. She did, however, see an open window. "It's now or never." She took a deep breath and jumped out it, rolling down the hill.

"What was that?" Orton turned around.

Matt looked around, "I didn't hear anything." Orton ran off. "Hey wait!" They followed him around the back to see Stephanie lying at the bottom of the hill, covered in dirt.

Orton fell to his knees as Stephanie opened her eyes, meeting his, "Randy…?"

"Stephanie…"