Thank you for the kind words about the last chapter. XD! JNHwwe, brilliant? Thanx. Chisato-chan, thank you. Renna33, thank you. NeroAnne, thank you. I had so much fun writing that unexpected piece of work. Glad you all liked it. :) Now, get ready to hate me.

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Chapter twelve/ 'Smackdown!'
Rated; M/ L, V

(December 26, 2008-- Friday)

Edge had came in real early and chained Jeff up in the basement for some unexplianed reason as to why. Tonight was Smackdown and he didn't want him watching.

--xx--

(Not televised)

"WWE superstar, Jeff Hardy has gone missing. The 31 year old North Carolina native hasn't been seen since last Friday night when he was leaving the arena from a live show in Baltimore Maryland. Friends and co-workers say they saw Hardy leaving the arena at around 11pm, but haven't heard from him since. Hardy had just realized a dream he had since childhood when he won WWE's championship at the company's last pay-per-view of the year 'Armageddon'. Hardy was scheduled to do a photoshoot and interview for WWE magazine on Saturday, when he never showed up. Jeff's older brother, Matt Hardy who is the company's ECW champion hasn't heard from his sibling either. Insiders say the two are very close in their relationship despite the fact that Jeff is no stranger to conflict, leaving WWE in 2003 due to personal issues. Hardy returned to the company in 2006, but has continued to face conflict as he was found unconscious in the stairwell of the hotel he was staying at the day of the company's 'Survivor Series' pay-per-view on the 23rd of November. This event is still under investigation and now there is reason to believe the two incidents may be linked as Matt Hardy says he suspects foul-play. The owner of WWE, Vince McMahon, or Mr. McMahon to fans, says they are doing everything to get to the bottom of this mystery and if anyone has any information on Jeff Hardy to please come forward."

Matt stood listening to the news program in the locker room. CM Punk stood at his side. A commercial came on for Macy's or some shit just as Matt grabbed the television set and threw it to the ground. The cord flew out of the wall along with the cables. The screen didn't bust, but it sounded like something inside it did.

"Shit!" Matt cursed feeling sick to his stomach

"Hey, whoa, man. Calm down." Punk resisted the urge to place a hand on Matt's shoulder in assurance.

"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down. My brother is missing and all you, or anyone else has for me is 'calm down'." Matt had been waving his arm off in to the distance before pointing at Punk then back to himself.

Word had gotten out quickly that Jeff was missing. Vince didn't want to alarm anyone so he forbids anyone to name it tonight on air, trying to play it off like Jeff couldn't be there due to a family emergency. But Matt and everyone else knew that you just couldn't fool the WWE Universe. Matt had already heard the 'We want Jeff' chants, he saw the signs. It was killing him to even be here tonight, but he had more than just a match as his business tonight.

"I know it's rough, but the last thing Jeff needs is his stupid brother getting himself suspended for beating the tar out of a defenseless tv. You need to keep a cool head." Punk stared him directly in the eyes.

Matt nodded. He understood, but he hated it.

"Jeff said nothing to you? No indications that there might be a problem?"

Matt shook his head 'no'.

"Would he of told you if he was.. having problems again.. with the...?" Punk stopped he really didn't need Matt upset at him.

"It's not like that this time, man. You think he's being 'irresponsible' again, don't you?" Matt made little quotations on the word 'irresponsible' with his fingers.

"It's not that, Matt. But it's happened before." Punk held his hands up like he was ready to defend himself.

"No. Jeff was doing good. Jeff would have told me if something was up." Matt looked down.

"Unless he didn't want you to be disappointed in him again."

"No. Something's going on. And I'm gonna get to the bottom of it." Matt sat down on the bench clasping his hands together.

"Do you have a suspect in mind?" Punk sighed, seeing where Hardy was going with this.

Matt looked up and foreward. "As a matter of fact; I do."

Matt got back up and made his way to the door not even giving Punk a second glance.

"Where are you going? Remember we have a match against Edge and Big Show tonight."

"I'm going to do some interrogating." Matt ignored all logic and left the room.

--xx--

(Not televised) Edge stood by the concession table sighing happily as he took a slow sip of water.

That's when he was grabbed and spun around. His eyes saw Matt Hardy right before his face met Matt's fist. Edge fell back catching himself on the table before he slid down and grabbed his face.

"What the hell is your problem, Hardy?" Edge barked.

"Where is he?" Matt blatantly asked.

"Who?" Adam acted dumb.

"You know who. Where the hell is Jeff? What did you do to my brother?" Matt seethed.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, you psycho. I haven't seen your freak brother since he Swantoned me last week." Edge lied.

Matt grabbed him and jerked him to his feet slamming him hard against the concrete wall and holding him there by his shirt. He stared the taller man dead in the eyes, fire and anger burning deep within Hardy's.

"You think I had something to do with this?" Edge asked defensively.

"I know you did, Adam. That's just the type of bastard you are."

"Well, let me clue you in on what type of person your brother is. He's a screw-up, a failure. He's been tossed second chance after second chance and he's threw them all away. After he won the WWE title he probably scored some more of daddy's little helpers and high-tailed it, so he wouldn't have to defend it and risk proving me right; That he just got lucky."

Matt let Edge rant getting all the madder. He brought his knee up to Edge's gut and slammed him harder into the wall. Edge gasped and looked back up at the older Hardy.

"Tell me what you did to him, you scumbag. Or no one will find your sorry ass. I will bury you in pieces, Edge!" Matt yelled.

"Why is it that everytime something bad happens to one of you damn Hardy's, you put the blame on me? I didn't attack Jeff, I don't know where he is. Now, let me go before I have your ass put in jail for assault. Then you can spend your free time being some hillbilly's bitch." Edge threatened.

Matt slammed Edge into the wall a few more times as hard as he could. He drew back and hit him in the gut before tossing him across the concession table toppling it and sending food and drink everywhere. Security had already witnessed and was on their way as Matt mounted Edge and landed some punches to his head.

"Where is he, you bastard? Where's Jeff?" Matt yelled choking The Rated 'R' Superstar.

Security pulled Matt off the GM's husband holding him back as tightly as they could. Matt struggled, but there was too many of them. Edge stood up and straightened his clothes holding his head.

"Come on, Matt. You can get him in the ring. It's not worth it." One said.

"I will find him, Edge. And when I do, you're going down. You won't get away with this." Matt shouted as they drug him away.

"You think you know everything, Matt. You don't know shit." Edge wiped his mouth and left the scene of the 'assault'.

--xx--

Later in the night, Edge and Big Show took on Matt and CM Punk. The original line-up was supposed to be The Hardyz vs Edge and Show, but Jeff was missing and the show must go on, so Punk was recruited from RAW. He happily accepted. It was a match the fans enjoyed albeit being disappointed by Jeff's unexplained absence. Edge tried to advoid Matt at all costs during the bout.

He hadn't even wanted to be there, but if he didn't work, more suspicions would be raised. Vickie wouldn't let him out of the match, even after he buttered her up and whined that Matt was insane thinking that he had something to do with Jeff's disappearance. After all, Vickie knows Matt and Edge's storied history. But, she didn't think him bailing out was good for business. Big Show, however bailed out on him. Matt wanted to beat Edge to within an inch of his damn life, and he had wanted to do it in front of the WWE Universe. But, remembering what his dad had said, and Punk had said earlier, he decided that being fired, or in the big house wouldn't help him find Jeff. As much as he didn't want to, he remained professional. For Jeff's sake.

Edge may have lost the match and Punk may have pinned him, but Edge still got a cheap shot on Matt to keep him down long enough to flee without Hardy following him. Matt demanded Vickie tell him where Edge was after he came to and found her somewhere in the back. She said he had a late flight to visit relatives.

--xx--

Jeff's eyes searched around the room. So cliched, being locked.. no chained, in a basement. Adam had it snuggly around his ankle, 'Saw' style. But Edge didn't leave a saw. No Copeland was very careful not to leave anything whatsoever laying near Jeff to aid him in his escape.

Jeff got up and attempted to move again. He was sick of sitting, but every bit of pressure on his leg hurt with the damn cuff cutting into his ankle. He couldn't walk on it. He winced and fell back down on his ass on the floor.

"Shit shit shit... Somebody help me! Somebody! Please! Help me!" He shouted, his voice cracking. His throat was sore from yelling for help. His lungs were aching from it.

He grabbed at his hair, shaking and rocking, trying to think of a way out. Rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. Randy was upstairs. Randy was here. Randy usually would have bothered the shit out of him at least to taunt him. Maybe brag about getting his ass. But, no, Orton had avoided him. He felt like a teenaged girl who gives it up to the captain of the football team and then he never calls back. Randy had came down and handed him a sandwich, that was it. He didn't say nothing about Christmas night. Neither did Jeff. What was there to say? He didn't know what to say, or how the fuck to react. A part of him was glad Orton didn't brag about it, another part wanted him to. Maybe if he taunted him, Jeff could taunt him back and they could go at it again.

Jeff looked up. God, what the holy fucking shit was he talking about. He didn't want to fuck Orton again. It was a one time screw-up that he felt bad for and it shouldn't happen again. It won't happed again..

'But what if I want it to happen again?'

Jeff shook off that thought. That's crazy. He's the one being held captive by two psychos, he shouldn't be thinking about one of them in dirty ways. That's not normal behavior for rape victims.

Jeff swallowed. He didn't like to consider himself that. It made him feel like a helpless little girl or some shit. But if he wasn't that then he was really a whore. And if he was just a whore; then he only slept with Randy out of that fact.

Jeff stared down at the cuff trying to take his mind off all the confliction. The cuff was attached to a large chain (about like the one he had had around his neck) that was welded into the wall. But this cuff was fitted to his ankle. The contraption, that he could still be in, was way across the room. The collar was to the left of the room. He couldn't reach either 'trap'. The chain went a little way to allow him some freedom, if he could walk, but it didn't go far and sure as hell didn't reach the door.

He had went over the damn thing with a fine tooth comb. It was solid. No broken links, no way to break it. No flaws, it was fucking perfect. How the fuck did Edge, fucking Adam Copeland have a chain and shackle set like this?

He studied it before attacking it again, clawing and pulling uselessly at the cuff, chain and lock. It didn't budge. His fingers were sore from trying. His knuckles had bruises and had a few small cuts from wrestling with the metal.

He looked around the room. There was nothing to help him. Nope, Edge had thought this through. Jeff banged his head on the wall behind him. Frustration wasn't the word for it.

He almost wanted to yell for Randy. See if he could anger him enough to let him go, take him upstairs. Shit, anything was better than this. Where was Randy? Why isn't he doing his fucking job? Shouldn't he give him food, or water, clean him up before Edge got back? He was going insane down here all alone. The quiet, the voices in his head all talking at once. He wanted out. He had to get out or he'd go mad.

--xx--

(hours later-- December 27, 2008-- early Saturday)

Jeff didn't know what time it was. Late probably. Or early morning. He didn't have a watch.

The door to the basement opened, light breaking through the shadowed room. It wasn't that dark, but it wasn't all daylight and sunny.

Edge staggered in to the room. Great, he didn't look happy.

"Hey, babe. I'm home." He smarted.

Jeff hated the tone of his voice. Jeff hated the way he moved. The look he had on his face, the look he had in his eyes. The way he had treated him. The way he had fucked him like a whore. The he noticed Edge rubbing at his lip. It was bruised and cut. Someone popped him good. His eye was blackened as well, his face showed bruising.

"You know what your dumb fuck brother did yesterday night while I was at my job, working to provide for this family? Huh, Jeffro? Do you know what he did?" Edge asked.

Jeff looked away from him. He was sick with the thoughts that Edge had did something to Matt. Edge got down and grabbed his face and turned it back to him. Hardy shot him a hateful look as he struggled to pull away. Edge only grabbed his hair to hold him still. Edge pointed to his lip.

"Your brother did this. He's on to me, Jeffy. But he can't prove it." Adam shook his head.

"He won't have to prove it. He'll find me, then he'll kill you. And I'll stand back and watch as you gag on your last breath." Jeff's voice was hoarse from screaming.

Edge slapped him to shut him up. Jeff brought his hand up and rubbed his face.

"Such an ungrateful little bitch. Matt can't save you, Jeff. No one can."

Edge stood up and left the room. Jeff fought back tears. He wanted to believe his own words; that Matt would find him. But the fear that Edge was right and Matt wouldn't be able to save him was beginning to pose a threat to his hope. It had been a week. Matt may never come.

"I've had a rough day, Jeffy." Edge said coming back in to the basement.

He tapped on a syringe, squirting what air was left in it out. Jeff watched him holding his breath and trying to scoot away realizing it was pointless since he was going nowhere.

"First, Matt attacks me and yells at me with this bullshit about finding you, then Big Show leaves me high and dry for Matt and Punk to double team me. That 'Go To Sleep' did not help my face." Edge squinted concentrating.

Jeff made the mistake of smirking. "Serves you right, you son of a bitch."

Edge responded by kicking Jeff in the gut. Hardy cried out and fell over holding his stomach.

"Such hostility, Hardy. We'll have to work on your attitude. Hold still."

Edge reach down, Jeff kicked him in the knee. Edge doubled over yelling out, he didn't drop the needle and Jeff knew he should try and get it. But instead, despite the pain, he got up and bolted away. The chain, however, ran out and jerked Jeff back causing him to crash to the ground, screaming because of the pain in his ankle.

Edge got up, laughed at him for his ignorance and bent down to stab Jeff with the needle. Jeff willed himself to reach up and grab Edge's wrist with both hands struggling with him in a desperate attempt to overpower the older man. The test of strength continued until Hardy managed to turn the needle towards Edge grabbing a hold of the bottom.

Edge grunted trying to prove stronger. Jeff jerked the bottom out of the syringe causing the liquid drug to spill out of the tube and on to the ground. The needle stabbed Edge in the arm.

"Goddamnit!" Adam cursed stumbling back. He held his arm folded up and pulled the needle out. He tossed it over towards the steps.

"Fuck!" Edge was seeing red now.

He hit Jeff in the face knocking him on down. He followed up by kicking Jeff in the side. Jeff shouted and doubled over in pain.

"You fucking moron. That was the last of that shit that I had. Do you know how much it fucking cost, or how damn hard it was to get it?" Adam grabbed at his own hair jerking strands out.

Edge kicked Jeff again as he circled him. Jeff twisted in pain arching his back. Edge circled on around delivering two more hard kicks to his stomach. Edge got down to him and grabbed Hardy's hair lifting his head and staring at him.

"I try to be good to you, Jeff. You make me hurt you. You do this."

Jeff spit at him. That only made Edge more angry. He mounted over top of Jeff, punching him in the head. Then wrapping his hands around Jeff's throat choking him. Jeff clawed at Edge's arms, feeling the circulation to his lungs being cut off and his blood rushing to his head. He felt like his eyes may pop out of their sockets. Just when Jeff was sure Edge was gonna kill him, Adam let go. Jeff rubbed his throat, coughing, gasping, and gagging for air.

Edge raised up straddled over his captive's chest, looking blankly around before turning his attention back to Jeff. He slapped him hard across the side of his face.

"You think I like hitting you?"

Everything the man said seemed to be some cliche from some psycho movie.

He swatted at Jeff's head a few more times toying with him. Jeff raised his arms trying to cover up.

"Answer me, Jeff? Or I will make you beg to suck me off." Edge taunted.

"Please.. stop it.. leave me alone..." Jeff muttered.

Edge wanted to smile. Jeff was beginning to show signs of breaking. He grabbed his head and banged it in to the floor a few times ignoring Jeff's pleas or whimpers. Edge got up and jerked him up by his hair from behind him. Adam stood on his knees, holding Jeff up.

"You know what I should do?" Edge whispered.

Jeff's head rolled to the side. He was woozy and dizzy.

"Huh? Do you know what I should do, Jeff? I should have Randy come down here and kick you in the head. Hum? How about that?" Edge was out of his mind at this point.

Jeff managed to shake his head.

"Oh, You don't think so?" Edge's eyes were wide as he stared at Jeff.

"No.." Jeff whined.

Edge twisted the fingers of both his hands tightly in Jeff's hair as he pushed his head down to the ground holding him slightly above the floor.

"Orton! Get your ass down here!" Edge called.

"Please.. Edge.."

"Randy!" Edge repeated losing patience.

Randy came down hurriedly. The sight that met his eyes made him sick. He looked on in shocked horror.

"Hey, man, what the hell are you doing?" He asked fearfully.

"Punt him." Edge looked at Randy then back down at Jeff.

"Wh..what?" Randy shook his head.

"I said, 'punt him'." Edge repeated.

"No, man." Randy continued shaking his head.

"No?" Edge looked up and raised his eyebrow at Orton.

"Look, if I kick him... he's gonna have a concussion. You can't take him to a hospital, or a doctor." Randy bargained attempting to talk some sense into the derangement that was now Edge.

Edge looked up puckering his lips.

"Hum, can't argue with you there."

Randy winced as Edge slammed the side of Jeff's head in to the ground again cracking him open. Jeff groaned and laid still. Blood started to pour out underneath him. Edge stood up and kicked Jeff in the ribs again as hard as he could making Jeff scream. Randy turned his head. Edge made his way to the stairs, bending and picking up the needle.

"Let's go, Orton. Leave him down here for awhile." Edge started up the stairs.

Randy looked back at Jeff who lay crumbled up and beaten on his side. He shook his head. This wasn't right. Whipping him with a belt, or rape was one thing, but Edge was beginning to get scary. More psycho if that were possible. Adam's voice made Orton jump.

"I said, 'let's go'." Edge grabbed Orton's shirt and drug him up the steps.

I told ya Edge gets more evil. I warned you. As far as Randy and Jeff; I am so not done there. Will Randy turn into the good guy? Or will he always be Edge's bitch? ;)

My 'news cast' probably sucked, sorry. I'm not a reporter. Okay the week the original airing of the 12-26-08 Smackdown featured Jeff taking on the Big Show. And the next week, the first SD of 2009 hosted The Hardyz vs Big Show and Edge, and Show walks out and Matt and Jeff beat the hell out of Edge. I moved this event on up a week, b/c of the scene I wrote and how everything has got shuffled around. Hope no one minds, or gets confused.

This whole chapter probably sucked. Compared to last chapter... wow... But I am going somewhere with all this. :P Oh, and I got rid of the drugs. No more of those.

If anything's a miss in this story. I apologize, I'm fucking shit up in the time-line anyhow. If anything is miss-spelled, forgive me, my brother was here making work impossible. And Today (2-5-09) is my 23rd birthday. Yay! Love ya all for the support. See ya next chapter.