Disclaimer: I own nothing but Christian, Pierre, the guys in Iron Fist, my first story, my sanity, and uh… that's about it.

This installment will be yet another character-focus chapter! Uh… not much more to say really, except for this one focuses on Eddy. Voila.

Chapter 3: Left in Good Hands

August 18th, 2005; 10:00 PM: Toronto Sky Dome

"Hey everybody! You ready for this? The judges have finally decided on a winner of this year's Mosh Rock Contest!" Lightening Leif babbled.

Edtallica sat in their dressing room, leaning forward towards the screen nervously.

"Here we go! Drum roll please!" Leif screamed.

"C'mon all ready!" Eddy yelled at the screen, pulling his heavily re-sprayed hair anxiously.

The loud-mouthed Disc Jockey opened up a black envelope slowly and pulled out a sheet of paper.

"And the winner of the Mosh Rock '05 is…. EDTALLICA!" Leif bellowed.

The band erupted with cheers of triumph, exchanging high-fives and dude-hugs. Their celebration was cut short by a sharp knocking on the dressing room door.

"Guys, they want you out on stage, c'mon!" The guy with the clipboard shouted.

After taking a few seconds to gasp loudly, the band scrambled for the door and out towards the stage. Just as they made it up to the curtain, Christian stopped his band mates, moving his hair away from his ears, as though trying to hear something.

"C'mon Christian, they want us out on stage, man!" Eddy griped.

"Yeah, yeah, I know but listen!" Christian said, cupping a hand to his ear.

The Eds too hearkened their ears towards the stage, where a loud but muffled roar greeted them.

"EDTALLICA!…. EDTALLICA!…. EDTALLICA!…"

"Dude…" Eddy breathed, "They can't be… there's no way!"

The Ontarian grinned and nodded a few times.

"They're chanting our name!" Eddy cried in disbelief.

Edd's jaw dropped, a grin beginning to form on his face, too.

"Woo-hoo!" Ed yelled, "They like us, guys! Let's give 'em what they want!"

The band then charged out onto the stage to an uproarious yell from the audience. After acknowledging the crowd for a few seconds, the band turned to shake hands with the judges.

Eddy tried his best to keep from screaming like an excited schoolgirl while he went down the line of heavy metal royalty that had been selected to judge the contest. He thought he was home free, but soon all bets were off.

"'Sup man? You guys were awesome!" Tommy Lee exclaimed, sticking out his hand for Eddy to shake.

The drummer felt his eyes grow wider than dinner plates as he extended his extremely shaky hand.

"You're Eddy, right?"

"Y-y-y-yeah…" Eddy stuttered.

"You rocked out there, dude! How long've you been playing for?" Tommy questioned.

"B-'bout six years." Eddy replied, starting to regain his composure, "You're like, my hero, man!"

The drum god smiled and punched Eddy on the shoulder lightly.

"Thanks man, I get that a lot," he chuckled, "Nice hair, by the way!"

Eddy pulled into his driveway and into his humble two-story house. He then slowly climbed the stairs up to his bedroom, where he flopped on his bed. After quickly tearing off his bowtie and tux, he flopped lazily into bed. The clock on his bedside table read 11:45.

"Pfft. I wonder what Ed and Eileen could possibly be doing now?" Eddy muttered to himself sarcastically.

He chuckled quietly to himself as he rolled over, trying desperately to eliminate the unwanted mental image of his friend having fun in a very un-Catholic ways.

The drummer of Dutch descent closed his eyes and tried to get the sleep that he needed for a demanding day of tomfoolery on yet another showing of the Headbanger's Ball with ol' Mullet.

Ah, the Ball… it'd been his pride and joy since he and his band mates decided to "hang out for awhile". Even though he knew that he and Ed found a more than qualified stand-in host for the show, he still felt a bit sad that he and Ed would be leaving the show that they worked hard to rebuild. Perhaps it was for the best, though.

The drummer grinned, teeming with excitement at the thought of getting back behind the drums to make another album. Another album meant a summer tour, summer tours meant album sales, album sales meant more cash… and uh… fans! Fans were always important.

Visions of cheering crowds and platinum records danced about the Van Dam-inator's head until he drifted off to sleep.

"Ok, you guys are on in five…four…three…two…" The cameraman whispered, finally giving Ed and Eddy the gesture to start the show.

"Hey! Good Saturday evening metal heads around the world. Oh yes, it is time for yet another episode of Headbanger's Ball here on MTV. It's Eddy Van Dam alongside the now –sorry ladies- newlywed Ed O'Hare!" Eddy mused, "So, Ed, did you sleep well last night?"

Ed gave his buddy a brief weird look before nodding. "Oh you betcha, Eddy! Now before Eddy gets all 'fired up', let's get on with the show shall we?"

"Yeah, yeah sure whatever you dog you!" Eddy joked, elbowing Ed for once, "Tonight we've got a very, nay, extremely special guest. But first, we've got another issue to disgust, right Mullet?"

"You are correct sir!" Ed replied, directing his gaze to the camera and pushing 'play' on the CD player they brought on set, causing their first album to play, "Yes, the internet rumor's true, Edtallica is getting back together for another album!"

"Now we could yammer on forever about the album ourselves, but instead, we've got our good buddy Christian on the line right now! Christian, can ya hear us?"

"Yeah I can hear you guys!"

"Ok cool, why don't you tell everybody something about our new album?" Eddy suggested.

Christian laughed. "What's there to tell? We've got like, maybe one song done!"

"Yeah, but that's one song that we don't have to write, huh guys?" Ed asked.

The three band mates continued their conversation for another five minutes before breaking for a commercial. They resumed their usual hair-brained antics for another hour afterward, leaving about ten minutes for their finale.

"Well tonight's been great, but sadly it's going to be the last Ball installment we do for awhile…" Eddy sulked, pretending to cry.

"Yeah, but fear not good metal heads, for we have a great substitute for ya!" Ed proclaimed happily.

"So without further ado, we bring you our special guest, the greatest Headbanger's ball host ever…. Riki fuckin' Rachtman!" Eddy exclaimed.

"Back in the Saddle" by Aerosmith played as the early host walked out onto the set. Ed and Eddy stood up and jokingly bowed down screaming "We're not worthy!" like Wayne and Garth did in Wayne's World movies whenever they were in the presence of greatness.

Rachtman laughed and pulled the two rockers to their feet.

"Thanks boys, and don't worry, your show'll be in good hands with me!" Riki stated.

"Ah, it's always been your show, Rik…" Eddy scoffed.

"Yeah, me and Eddy have just been keeping it warm for ya!" Ed agreed, "Wanna close the show Mr. Rachtman?"

Riki grinned and faced the camera. "Well that's all the time we've got for tonight, but before we go, I wanna wish Edtallica good luck with their new album, hopefully they'll go on tour too, goodnight everybody!"

A/N: And all is right with the heavy metal world… Heh, I think it's safe to say I'm the only one who's included Jason Newsted and Riki Rachtman in a fan fic! Well anyway, sorry it took me forever to get this up. I had an English project to work on, and then I had finals to study for, it was terrible. Well, thanks for not giving up on me! Read and review while I work on chapter 4!