AN: Woo! Update for NeroAnne. As promised, this chapter is where most of the drama will come in. Oh! I have created a website (of sorts) about me, if you would like to join it. There are still some things I need to get up, but I'll work on it. Also, if you join the site, please make sure to join the forums also, for that is where most of the stuff goes. This site will also feature Marshall and Nero, okay!? Okay. So, link is going in, and then I'll go back to the chapter. Link: http(colon)//themizfitpalace(dot)webs(dot)com. Just replace the (info) with what it says. Okay, moving along.

Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.

TheDarknessThatDivides

With John Morrison and Michelle teaching Shad and JTG the ropes, and helping them to work better as a team, Jeff had to send Matt and Punk off to a mission. The two didn't mind, and had read the mission Jeff pulled up. There were two drug addicts who were being harassed for money by their old dealer, and they wanted out. Since it was drug related, Punk and Matt got to do it. Neither really minded. It gave them something to do other than argue over video games.

The two looked at the address on the paper in their hand, and then looked up at the apartment building. It was the typical low-price apartment that people in New York seemed to live in, or at least like the ones on TV. Punk and Matt exchanged looks, but sighed and made their way up the stairs. In order to figure out what it was the addicts wanted them to do about it; they had to meet with them. Usually, these meetings went very well, seeing as the people usually knew that Punk and Matt were there to help them.

Standing in front of apartment twelve, Punk and Matt looked at each other, the Chicago native grinning at his companion before knocking. A few minutes later, a dark haired man answered the door. He looked like he had an afro thing going on, though parts of it were in his face. He pushed it out of his eyes to look at them.

"Who are you?" he asked, his accent thick.

"I'm Punk, and this is Matt. We're here to talk about your dealer," Punk stated. The man glared and was about to slam the door on them, until a woman's voice came through.

"Carlito! Don't you dare slam that door!"

She walked over to the door, her hair a thick fall of curls down her back.

"I'm Rosa, and this is Carlito. Come in. I called you."

With that, Matt and Punk entered the house. Carlito started talking to Rosa rapidly in Spanish, and she snapped back at him.

"I'm sorry. Would you like some coffee?" Rosa asked as Carlito left the room.

"Sure," Punk said.

"Just water, please," Matt asked, smiling. Rosa smiled and nodded, moving to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room where Matt and Punk were sitting. There was no wall, and they watched Rosa calmly prepare the coffee for Punk.

"Uh, a teaspoon of sugar," Punk replied, when Rosa held up the sugar container. She nodded and stirred the sugar in, and nodded again when Punk declined the creamer. She got Matt a bottle of water from the fridge and then took the two their drinks.

"So tell us about this dealer," Matt said, holding the bottle in his hand. Rosa sat down, putting her hands in her lap, playing with the hem of her blue skirt.

"Carlito and I were on cocaine. We've both been clean for six months now, but…" she smiled slightly and looked around her apartment. "Well, waitressing pays the bills, anyway. But, about three months ago, our dealer got in touch with us again. He said that we owed him money from when he used to supply us. It didn't make any sense, because we always paid when we picked up the coke, and never had a tab of any kind. We paid in full when we got there, and then left…" she trailed off.

"Go on," Punk said, his eyes soft. "We're not here to judge, Rosa. We're here to help." Rosa smiled at them for a minute before pushing one hand through her hair.

"At first, it wasn't a lot of money. Ten bucks here, five there. We thought if we just paid that little bit he wanted, he'd leave us alone. But, then he said that the amount he needed was five hundred. We have bills to pay, and groceries to buy. We can't pay him five hundred dollars. And he wants it by the end of the week," Rosa said. Matt looked at Punk before looking at her.

"Rosa, its Thursday. Does he want it by Friday, or by Saturday?" he asked. Rosa looked at them, her eyes wide.

"He didn't specify. He just said that if we didn't have it by the end of the week, he'd kill us," she said. Matt sighed, putting the unopened bottle of water on the table.

"Okay, give us his name and where he usually is. We'll take care of it."

So, fifteen minutes later, Punk and Matt were on the corner of the street Rosa told them about, both waiting. Matt wore a pair of blue jeans with a white and black button up, and a matching bandana. Punk wore a pair of black jeans and a black shirt, a red and blue Pepsi logo in the middle. Matt had rolled his eyes when he saw the shirt, but left it alone.

About five minutes after they got there, a man came up. He had light brown skin, his dark hair was in dreads, and he wore a black suit. It was torn in some places, but put together pretty well, overall. A pair of sunglasses rested on his head, which Punk grinned at. It was night.

"Hey. What are you two doin' on my corner?" he asked, his eyes widening as he looked at them. Matt and Punk looked at each other before looking back at him.

"Do you know a woman named Rosa and a man named Carlito?" Punk asked. "They sent us." The man seemed relieved.

"Finally. Those two better have my money," he stated, holding his hand out, palm up. Matt looked at it, before raising his brown eyes to the man.

"Sorry, Montel," he said, a grin on his face. "Not to give you your money, but to handle you."

With that, Matt's hand came up, balled into a fist, and he punched Montel in the nose. The man stumbled back, blood flowing from his nose. He looked at them in shock, before his hand reached into the waistband of his pants. Before he could pull the gun out, Punk was there, jumping in the air and bringing his knee up, slamming it into Montel's chin. Punk twisted to land on his knees, and Montel was forced backwards, his feet leaving the ground before his back slammed back into the ground. An instant later, Matt was on him, his knee digging into Montel's throat.

"You're going to run a tab for them when they've been clean for six months?" he snarled. "I think I'm going to get a blood tab going for you."

Before Matt could pull out his knife, Montel had flipped him over, sending Matt down hard on his back. He gasped in pain, but Punk ran forward, wrapping his arm around Montel's neck, pulling him back against him. Matt got up, pulling his knife out as he did.

"I'm going to like this more than I should, but I really don't care." As Matt finished speaking, Punk leaned Montel's head back, holding the man still. Matt brought the silver blade up to Montel's neck, leaning in close and whispering a 'farewell, asshole' before the blade slid across Montel's neck. The blood shot out of Montel's body, landing on Matt, who closed his eyes and let it. Punk dropped the body to the ground, smiling as he looked at Matt.

"God, I love it when you're all covered in blood," Punk stated, moving forward and pulling Matt against him, frenching him. Matt groaned and pushed his body back against Punk's, their tongues dueling in passion. Matt let out another moan as he pulled back, his breaths coming in pants.

"No… We have to finish this first…" Matt muttered. Punk swore under his breath, but turned to Montel's body, picking it up and dragging it over to the alley, and throwing it into the dumpster. Matt reached in, pulling the stash of drugs from the dead man's pockets. He sighed softly, slamming the dumpster shut. Lucky for them, the trash came in the morning to get garbage from that particular dumpster, so it would be in a landfill before anyone found it.

"What should we do with these?" Matt asked, holding up the dime-sized bags of cocaine. Punk glanced at them before he started walking towards the exit.

"Burn them?" he suggested, looking out the alley and into the street. The street was clear. Good.

"No, you idiot. We don't need to get everyone high," Matt said, a slight grin on his face. He looked at the baggies curiously for a minute. "We could just dump them in the riv-"

Before Matt could get the sentence out, a hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him up against the brick wall, and lifting him off his feet. The bags dropped from Matt's hand, and he gripped at the hand holding him, his eyes widening as he noticed the words written on the knuckles.

Matt looked at Punk, watching as rage filled those olive eyes. His mouth moved up and down, like a fish, but the hand was holding his throat so tightly that Matt couldn't speak. He tapped Punk's hand, hoping his lover would let go. Something seemed to click in Punk's mind, because his eyes widened and he jerked his hand away as though he had been burned. Matt dropped to his knees, coughing and holding his throat, inhaling deeply to bring air back to his burning lungs.

"Matt, I'm sorry… I have no idea what came over me," he said, his eyes wide in shock. Matt held up a hand, shaking his head.

"No… Let's… go home…" Matt rasped, picking up the baggies. He didn't look back at Punk, but walked out of the alley, rubbing his neck. Punk followed, his hands gripping his hair in frustration. As they passed a sewer, Matt dropped the baggies.

TheDarknessThatDivides

Matt and Punk walked back in the house, avoiding everyone. Michelle was sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around a small Asian woman. Morrison was sitting on the floor, his eyes on the television, and John Cena was lying on the floor in front of the TV, Miz asleep on his stomach. Punk took the stairs two at a time, slamming the door closed behind him as he entered a room. Matt, on the other hand, kept his hand over his neck and walked into Jeff's office.

Hunter blinked as he sat in Jeff's chair. He frowned when he saw the look on Matt's face, and looked down.

"Awwww, what happened?!" Jeff declared loudly from under the desk. Matt simply looked at his feet, not even bothering to comment.

"Uh, Jeffro, get up here," Hunter muttered, not even bothering to pretend to be embarrassed. Jeff appeared a minute later from under the desk, smiling when he saw his brother.

"Matty!! How'd it go with Montel?" he asked. He saw the blood on Matt and didn't bother asking. It was probably Montel's.

"Uh… Fine… Jeff, can I talk to you alone?" Matt asked. Jeff looked at Hunter, who nodded, zipping his pants up and walking out. When he closed the door, Jeff sat on the desk.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Matt sighed, moving his hand away from his neck. Jeff's eyes got wide, and he stood up, putting his fingers over the finger-shaped bruises.

"Oh, my God… Did Montel…?" he asked, but Matt shook his head, pulling the bandana out of his hair.

"No. Phil." Jeff paused, probably trying to put the name to who it belonged to, before his eyes got wide.

"I'll fucking kill him."

Jeff started toward the door, but Matt grabbed him, pulling his brother away from the door.

"Jeff, chill! Jeff, damn it!" Jeff struggled in his brother's grasp for a minute. "Jeffery Nero Hardy, if you do not STAND THE FUCK STILL!"

The entire house seemed to go silent, and then Jeff stopped, clenching his teeth, and facing Matt.

"Why?" Jeff growled. Matt filled him in on the story, making sure his brother was aware that Phil apologized and that he seemed shocked and surprised too. Jeff finally sat down, sighing softly. He stayed silent for a minute, before he pushed his hair out of his face. It had actually lost most of its dye, making it the natural blond Matt loved.

"Alright, fine," Jeff muttered, looking up at him. "Do you feel threatened?"

"No."

"Then I'm not going to do anything. But next time, I'm going to kick his ass, and you won't be able to stop me, Matt."

Matt and Jeff kept their eyes locked, green and brown clashing for a minute, before Matt nodded. When Jeff got these ideas, there was no way anyone was going to be able to talk him out of it. Matt then turned, leaving the office and heading up the stairs. All he wanted now was a shower and to go to sleep and pretend this never happened.

TheDarknessThatDivides

"What does this do…?" the man asked, raising his eyes to Katie. She sighed, but answered. The money was too good for her to ignore him completely.

"It is going to turn the lovers in the house you have chosen against one another. The ones who pledged to love and protect are going to begin to hate and destroy," she said, watching him. His eyes narrowed.

"How long?" he asked. Katie shrugged.

"It depends on the bond. The longer the relationship, the longer it takes to break it. However, if a couple is married, then their bond will be the last to break," she said. He seemed to think on this for a minute before a grin crossed his features.

"Perfect."

TBC

AN: There! Finally got that update out. The drama has started… And it starts in the form of Punk and Matt. As a guideline to the last little part, here is the order of the relationships, from shortest to longest.

Hunter/Jeff (married)
Cena/Miz
Michelle/Gail
Punk/Matt

And the doms are the ones who turn on the bottoms, in case you're wondering. For the Punk and Matt relationship, neither of them are really the dom. They trade, if you will. And, that's it. Assume any other relationships have been together longer than Matt and Punk, okay?

Esha Napoleon: In my stories, someone is always in deep trouble. I can't tell you who, or it would give away the major plot of the story.

NeroAnne: Yeup! It's for you! Because I looooove you! Mwhahaha. They should be creeped. Headless dummies would creep me out, for sure. I love their street-fighting style! Ya can't kill that! It is a good advantage for Shad. I love his style, I really do. Miz is good at scaring the new recruits. John loves his Miz! He can't leave him alone! I love the interactions between Jeff and Hunter. I did like the rings too. Simple, yet elegant. Haha. Nope, he's not right, but that makes him a perfect villain. I like Katie Lea playing the villainess in this one, even if it is just for money.

Kiharu_Aroukii: Thanks, babe. And you were here. For almost the whole thing. About half… more than half? I don't know. And yes, I have decided about Rey. I've decided… You'll have to wait and see, everyone!

CodyRhodesFan: JoMo in this fic is good, unlike in Behind The Façade. Not only that, but he's SO COOL! In this one. His impatience is adorable! But that's what makes him Miz! Awwww. Hunter's such a bad boy teddy bear. That's how I see him, anyway. Is that weird? I don't care. I'm glad you liked it, darlin'.

.: TheMizMagnet :.