The following contains scenes of violence and nudity... viewer discretion is advised. The following is a work of fiction... any relation to actual events is purely coincidental.

Edge-cution

Nine a.m. and Ace, Steele, and 8-Ball were wandering the streets. It had been less than twenty-four hours since their self-proclaimed "leader" had been knifed down and they wanted revenge.

"If I get my hands on that fucker, I'll make him wish Blade had killed him." Ace growled

"Leave a little bit for me." Steele was playing with his pocketknife, flipping it open and letting it slam closed repeatedly.

"Same here. Ass-fucking faggot!" 8-Ball was still showing signs of his involvement by way of a really nice black eye.

Ace and Steele looked at 8-Ball, still questioning his loyalty. They didn't quite believe his story as to how they found him at the bottom of the stairs when he was supposed to be watching out for them. He had explained that he was attacked by someone, but that didn't quite jibe with what the other two knew of him. He'd been against three, four, and sometimes five men at once and had always come out on top.

"We'll find them and we'll make them pay. I swear." Steele flicked his knife closed and glared at the other two.

"How?" 8-Ball asked

"Simple. We can get that Hardy Boy after the wrasslin' show tonight." Steele's eyes gleamed.

"Yeah, it'll be a real twist of fate."

Around the same time the trio was plotting Jeff's demise, the Hardy household was slowly waking up, Eric being first. Not because he'd slept for any length of time, but because Randy kept thrashing about. He'd finally dozed off around six-thirty, but his dreams were too vivid to keep him asleep for long.

Eric climbed out from between Jeff and the still twitching Randy and quickly dressed.

"Must... have... coffee." He groaned, staggering into the kitchen, passed the sleeping Adam. "Lucky dog." Adam was probably the only one of the four to get any decent shut-eye in the past twenty-four hours.

He set the coffeemaker and waited. While he waited, he drummed ideas through his head regarding the three survivors. He wanted them voted off the island and fast, but how to do it without raising suspicions? He knew Jeff needed to watch his back, but maybe between he and Adam, they could skew the odds in their favour a little more???

"You're up early."

Eric whirled, it was Adam.

"Didn't sleep much, bro. You?"

"Like a log. Although I woke up once when Jeff screamed. What happen? He see a ghost?"

"Something like that. Are you still interested in a little night work?" Since neither Randy nor Jeff were downstairs at the moment, Eric felt that it was probably a good time to talk to Adam about their 'problem'.

"Depends what you had in mind?" Adam's eyes gleamed evilly.

"Meet me after the show and we'll go headhunting." Eric answered

"What about..."

"We'll tell him it's his turn to watch Randy. I got a feeling tonight is gonna be very interesting for us all." Eric sighed, hoping he'd come up with a plan by then.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is an eight-man elimination tag match. Introducing first, team number one!" Lillian Garcia intoned. Backstage, the two teams waited for their introductions.

"First, from New York City, JBL! His partners, from San Antonio, Texas, the Heartbreak Kid... Shawn Michaels and, from Manhasset, New York, Chris Jericho and their partner, from West Newberry, Massachusetts, John Cena!"

All four of them piled out of JBL's stretch limo and strutted down to the ring. It was kind of strange, seeing JBL and Cena partnering up, but Vince had said that he was going to start mixing the pot a little more.

"Everyone ready to kick some ass?" Jeff shouted

"Ready!"

"Bring it!"

"Randy?"

"Huh, what... oh yeah, let's go!"

Eric cocked his eyebrows at Jeff and Edge. "Keep an eye on Randy." The simple gesture said. Almost unnoticeably, they nodded a reply.

"And their opponents..." Lillian had to wait for the limo to back away before she could introduce the next team.

"First, at a combined weight of 468 pounds, Edge and Randy Orton... team Rated RKO!"

It was a strange reaction. Since faves and heels were mixed on both teams, the fans were divided with their loyalties. Some found it hard to cheer for half of one team and half of another.

"And their partners... now living in Boston, Mass., weighing five hundred thirteen pounds... Jeff and Eric Hardy!"

"Jeff, don't look now, but we got problems..." Eric whispered

"Huh?" Jeff said, headbanging away.

"Our friends are here. Left ringside, fourth row."

"Cool. I'll take care of them later."

"You're watching Randy tonight. Gotta keep you outta sight in case they made you." Eric replied. "Go!"

They sprinted in tandem to the ring and slid under the bottom rope. Usually, Eric got mat burn whenever he tried this, but tonight he pulled it off flawlessly.

In their corner, JBL's team talked strategy while three members of Jeff's team whispered about what they were doing after the match. Then, for about two seconds, they talked strategy until Randy glimpsed his attackers.

"You see those guys in leather over there?" Randy beckoned

"Yeah... what about them?" Jeff asked

"I dunno, but I feel like I know them from somewhere."

"Just faces in the crowd to me." Eric replied, looking over and shrugging. "Don't sweat it."

"Whatever." Randy also shrugged

"Yeah, dude. You're starting." Adam said. Across the ring, John Cena was making a show out of loosening up.

Randy squared off with John. After the necessary shoving, things got down to business and fast. Randy sent John into the ropes and immediately RKO'ed him.

"What the hell was that?" JBL demanded "What are you doing, Orton?"

Even Randy's own team was confused. "That wasn't in the script, was it?" Eric asked

Even Randy looked stunned.

"Tag!" Jeff shouted

Randy tagged Jeff in and he jumped the ropes and went to John, who was just sitting up in obvious pain. Jeff 'accidentally' whipped him back into his corner, allowing one of his partners to tag himself in.

"What was that?" Eric demanded, keeping an eye on the match and the other on Randy.

"Huh?"

Eric rolled his eyes. "Never mind."

When he officially tagged in, Eric allowed HBK to slingshot him into his corner. While he was being pummelled by all four, he basically told them to watch Randy carefully and their pre-match preps were all out the window.

"We'll keep the same order of elim, though?" Shawn whispered

"Sure."

"Okay, I'm off."

"Gotcha." Eric fought out and shot Shawn into the ropes. He bounced off and Eric slammed him to the mat and fell back, tagging Jeff back in. One look and Jeff knew what he was expected to do. He flew, landing a perfect Whisper in the Wind, and pinned HBK.

JBL entered, and a clothesline from hell quickly evened up the sides.

Adam re-entered, the idea being to keep Randy out of the match as much as possible.

"You back with us?" Eric asked Randy, trying to keep the young superstar's mind on the match. Something was wrong with him, but whether or not it had anything to do with a certain trio of fans Eric didn't know for sure, but he had a pretty damn good idea.

Adam landed in a heap in their corner and before Eric could do anything, Randy had tagged himself in. Eric looked to JBL with a watch-your-back expression. Bradshaw nodded and quickly clotheslined Randy.

Eric broke up the pin attempt, earning him a glare. For good measure, he nailed JBL with a hard right hand. "Don't pin him." He growled, helping JBl to his feet. "We need him out here as long as possible.

The referee shooed Eric back to his corner. While his back was turned, Randy hit another RKO, but this time his opponent was more prepared and sold it like he should. A one, two, three later and it was three on two.

When Randy stepped back, Eric entered. Even though there was no tag, Eric slapped his hands together loud enough to make the ref think he heard a tag.

"Step out, Orton." Thankfully, the referee had been appraised of the situation. After being pinned, HBK had talked to someone backstage and a message had been relayed to Mike Chioda.

Randy pouted, returning to his corner. Eric looked around. With the exception of Cena on the other side of the ring, this was turning into a heel vs heel match. He waited for Y2J to enter the ring and the two of them battled for a good five minutes before Jericho tagged Cena in. Eric tagged Adam.

"Sell it. You're next one out." Eric relayed under the pretext of a high five.

"Already?"

"Yeah... get changed and be ready to go when I get back. I'm next after you. Jeff will keep an eye on Randy for us."

In short order, Adam was fu'ed, Jericho was disqualified for shoving the referee, and Eric tapped out to the STFU, leaving Randy vs. Cena. Despite his earlier action, Randy had recovered enough to have a decent match before also submitting. By the time he'd tapped out, both Adam and Eric were in their civvies and waiting by the loading dock.

"Wanna go for a drink, Randy?" Jeff asked

"Yeah, sure." Randy replied "Just us?"

"Unfortunately. Adam and Eric are already gone. Something about some pressing date. No, I don't think Eric is cheating on me." Jeff added

"Did I say..." Randy faded out.

"Randy? You're zoning again." Jeff waved his hand in Randy's face.

"Huh?"

"See a hot girl or something?" Jeff joked. Not wanting girls at the moment himself, and Randy being married made the comment work. But it wasn't a girl that had made Randy stop and stare, as Jeff soon found out. It was Ace, Steele, and 8-Ball. They had just walked past the door leading to the backstage area. They were laughing, and generally making themselves known, but thankfully they hadn't seen either Randy nor Jeff.

"Let's go." Jeff pulled Randy the other way.

"Those three guys in the leather. Do I know them?"

"I dunno, man." Jeff replied "Do you?"

"I asked you first. I have a feeling like..."

"Deja-vu." Jeff finished "Yeah, it happens to me all the time. Let's go before all the hot chicks are taken."

On their way to Jeff's car, he quickly texted Eric. "EXIT 13."

"NP."

Jeff sighed. Eric and Adam had better be right.

Dressed in matching black coats and baseball caps, Eric and Adam waited for the crowd to leave the building. The last thing that either of them wanted was to be recognized by someone and have to deal with fans before they could follow their prey.

"Fuckin' security."

"Don't worry, we'll deal with them later." It was Ace.

"What do we do?" Adam gut-whispered

"Follow them... they probably don't live together. Worse-case scenario: we have to wait a day."

Eric and Adam followed half a block behind. Once clear of the arena, it was much easier, but a lot harder to stay out of sight. Thankfully, ten blocks away, 8-Ball split away. Considering the hard time that Ace and Steele were giving their supposed friend, it was curious as to why he still hung with them.

"Take this." Eric whispered, passing a small object to Adam. "I'll confront him, you sneak up behind.:"

They continued to follow 8-Ball, who seemed to be in no rush to go anywhere, home or otherwise. He wandered the streets for hours, occasionally pausing to stare at a pretty girl, or relieve himself on the side of a building.

"Must have a crib somewhere." Edge whispered

"Hope so. I'm getting a little stiff." Eric answered "If he doesn't give us any idea of where he's going, we'll split up at the next intersection."

8-Ball suddenly turned down a through alley. "Go!" Eric shouted.

Adam zigzagged to intercept him t the other end while Eric ran in immediate pursuit.

8-Ball was standing by a flaming barrel, casually lighting a cigarette, when Eric caught up.

"Whatcho want. man... you're that fag from the club!"

"Yeah. I gotta bone to pick with you." Eric retorted

"Like I'm scared. You got lucky last time. This time I got all the cards." 8-Ball pulled a switchblade from his leather jacket and dangled it in front of Eric.

"Oh?" Eric also lit a cigarette from the nearby brazier. "Obviously you can't fight fair."

"I don't need a knife to take care of you." 8-Ball put it back inside. "But only one of us will leave here alive."

"Cool." Eric flicked his cigarette in the direction of 8-Ball. "Let's rock."

Eric and 8-Ball circled each other, looking for the right moment to attack. "Come on, queerboy, make your move."

"Are you that anxious to die?"

"I'm not the one... " His rebuttal was cut short by Eric's fist smashing into his face. Quickly on top, Eric continued to pound on the thug, breaking his nose, and splitting his lip.

"Had enough?" He demanded

"Never!" Although he was on the bottom, 8-Ball managed to get a knee up into Eric's lower abdomen. Eric gasped, and 8-Ball quickly reversed their positions. "Now I have you!"

"Well, now that you have me, what are you gonna do... fuck me?" Eric laughed "Like I'd ever let a closet case like you near me."

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you up." 8-Ball laughed harder, reaching for his knife. His expression changed slightly when he realized that his pocket was empty.

"Lose your toy?" Eric knew exactly where 8-Ball's knife was. It had fallen from his jacket when Eric first punched him and it was now securely in Adam's hand.

"It'll just make killing you more... aughh!" Adam stabbed 8-Ball in the throat. He grabbed at his neck, trying to comprehend what had happened, but it was to no use. He was dead in a matter of seconds.

"Nice one, Edgester." Eric replied "How'd that feel?"

"What a rush!"

"Yeah, it was about time you lost your virginity." Adam helped Eric to his feet. "Two down, two to go!"

"What happens now?" Edge asked

"We go back to the hotel and wait for our next opportunity. It's quite a feeling, killing someone, isn't it?" Eric replied

"Yeah. My adrenaline is still pumping." Adam answered

"I know. You're hard." Eric stated

"Huh?" Adam looked down at the bulge in his jeans. Embarrassed, he tried to adjust himself.

"Don't worry, man. I got hard my first time too."

"Oh?"

"You want some help with that?" Eric smiled

"But..."

"It's the least I can do. You kinda saved my ass back there."

Not waiting for an answer, Eric reached down and caressed the growing bulge in Adam's pants.

"Eric, you don't... what about Jeff?"

"I won't say anything if you don't." Eric pulled the zipper down and reached inside. Adam groaned at the light touch.

The only sound in the alley was Adam's breathing. Eric pulled Adam's cock out of his underwear and starting jerking it. It was already leaking precum.

"I'm not gonna..."

"I know. It's probably a good thing." Eric stroked faster, making Edge gasp.

It only took seconds before his penis started to convulse and shoot thick ropes across the alley. Adam watched while he shot stream after stream. After eight, he lost count.

"Wow!" He held onto Eric's shoulder as he finished. "That was incredible."

"Adrenaline does things like that. Now let's get out of here before we have unwanted guests."

Leaving their note with the corpse, They began the long walk back to the hotel.

To Be Continued

Halfway home... what fate remains for Ace and Steele... and what about Randy? The pieces are starting to fall into place or are they?

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