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I respect the actual beliefs and sexualities of the following wrestlers.

Thanks for the reviews, everyone. You guys make it worth it. The first part of this chapter is a flashback to when Matt and Adam first met, brought up by the fact that Adam's very sad and angry about this break up. And I've somehow endeared myself to Swagger. (I don't know how it happened, but it did) Oh, and there's a silly little poll on my page. Everyone, take it! I want to see what you guys think. It has a purpose, I promise.

Well, here's part eleven.

"Mattie, don't do it," Jeff warned, lacing up his boots, "Don't go over there. They're those weirdos who think they're vampires."

"Okay, Vanilla Ice, YOU don't get to call anyone a weirdo," Matt whispered, hoping they didn't hear how rude his brother just was, "And don't you think, as a bunch of rookies, we should stick together?"

"I have you and you have me. We don't need the crazy vampire fuckers," Jeff said.

"Really, I'm just saying hi," Matt said, shaking his head, "It's not like I'm offering them my neck or something."

"Ew," Jeff said teasingly, "Why would they want your blood?"

"Shut up," Matt said, slapping Jeff playfully. They laughed and Matt walked over to the other side of the locker room, where they were getting ready.

"Fine then!" Jeff shouted, "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Matt laughed a little more and then he walked over to the closest of the two blond men, the one leaning against the wall. They both had long hair and wore shades and vampire teeth. But Matt just thought that made them look like Emo wannabes. "Hey," Matt said. The guy looked up and smirked at him. Matt put on a smile and held his hand out. "I'm Matt," he said.

The guy looked his hand over like it was some unknown animal for him to study. Matt wondered if Jeff was right and he shouldn't have come here. "Oh, Addy, stop being a dick!"

Matt turned and the other guy walked over. He took off his shades and smiled goofily. "Hi, I'm Jay. And that arrogant asswipe over there is Adam. Nice to meet you." Jay shook Matt's hand. "We're Edge and Christian in the ring."

"Well, I'm Matt Hardy inside and outside the ring," Matt said, "And he's Jeff." He pointed at Jeff, who turned away as if to say 'I don't know that crazy brunette.'

"So you're actually brothers?" Jay asked.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yes," he answered honestly.

"Well, we've fallen from the same tree," Matt said, "And you two... have?"

"Nope, though we look like it. Hey, maybe your real brother was switched with him at birth!" Jay offered.

"Would explain my talent and Matt's lack of it," Jeff called out. Of course that little drama queen would decide to join the conversation just to taunt me, Matt thought.

"I wish," he muttered.

"Well, we've got a match soon. Nice to meet you again!" Jay said. He began walking to the door and said, "Adam, you coming?"

Adam looked at Matt, and Matt couldn't tell what exactly was going through the blonde's mind. He walked forward, grabbed Matt's arm, and jerked him close. He leaned in and whispered, "For the record, I would love to take a bite out of your neck."

Adam let him go and walked over to Jay, who hit him and called him an idiot. Matt shivered, thinking about what just happened. Maybe he should've listened to Jeff and just stood away.

Adam looked back and licked his lips. Matt Hardy was definitely a delicious piece of ass. Things just started looking up in the WWF.

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Adam didn't know exactly what he was going to do with himself. He couldn't sit down, couldn't walk... Matt had just left him. And now, every memory of every moment they shared together was flooding his head; before they were dating, before they 'hated' each other, before they became friends again, when they finally started dating... and then memories of Matt just leaving him.

Adam knew why, too. Matt was happy before Chris poked his stupid nose into everything. Chris followed him like a dog after his favorite hump toy, and, despite Adam's best efforts to keep Irvine away from them, here he was again, to ruin the best thing that ever happened to Adam.

Chris had to pay.

Adam left the room and immediately went looking for that asshole. He should've just beaten up Chris from the get go; the idiot was always sniffing around him and Matt, ever since they got together. And Chris thought his innocent 'I'm just a friend' routine would fool Adam for a minute. He saw right through that, and knew Chris was a predator, just waiting for the right moment to strike.

And what was he supposed to think, when he found Chris on top of Matt, holding him down and touching him, in his own room? Matt would never cheat on him, but he wouldn't put it past Chris to take advantage of Matt. So Adam decided to hit Irvine where it hurt. Judging how Chris just eagerly jumped on the chance to fuck Matt, he knew Chris had the idea on his mind.

He found Chris and Hager in the hotel work out room. He went up to Hager first, and, in his best imitation of Daffy Duck, he said, "Kick rockth, Thwagger. The grownupth need to talk."

Chris glared at him as Jake walked away, unwilling to confront Adam now. Chris stood up and said, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah. You can bleed." Adam speared Chris to the ground. Chris' head hit the floor with a thud, and, seeing how Adam busted his head open last night, Chris was immediately immobile. He groaned as Adam kept laying punches on him, and Chris hoped his stitches would keep in place: this time, there'd be no Matt to hold his hand at the doctor's.

"Stop!" Jake ran back and grabbed Adam, pulling him off of Chris. "He's hurt! What's the big idea?"

Chris got onto his feet and dusted himself off. "His sorry ass got dumped and now he's taking his frustrations out on me."

Adam tried to pull away from Jake, but he held on tightly. "You're the reason why Matt broke up with me."

Chris was so angry with Adam he wasn't thinking straight. All he cared about was saying whatever would hurt Adam the most. "It's not my fault if you can't please him the way you used to. Pop a viagra, if that's the problem."

"You arrogant little bas-"

Chris stared at him superiorly and said, "Sounds to me like you're afraid that my prediction outside of your room all those weeks ago is finally coming true. And I would be afraid, if I were you- I mean, Matt didn't sleep with you for a week, and then he slept with me last night..."

Chris knew what conclusion that sentence would lead to in Adam's mind; thoughts of Chris having sex with his boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, Chris corrected himself smugly. Adam angrily snapped, "He did not. He wouldn't cheat on me."

"Yeah, well... he realized he had a better option," Chris said, "Now it looks like you'll be jerking off to memories now." Chris walked away, feeling a lot better about himself.

Adam, meanwhile, was furious. He pushed Jake away. "Get off of me, you hulking idiot," Adam said. Jake backed away while Adam sat on a weight table. Chris had to be lying. Matt wouldn't cheat on him. But thoughts of Matt, his Mattie, and Chris together kept invading his head.

Matt belonged to him; he was sure Matt just needed a little bit of time to remember that. But he didn't want to wait for Matt to remember- he wanted him back right then and there. Of course, any attempt to remind Matt would be met with by Punk and Jeff Hardy, and messing with Jeff was messing with the Undertaker. And that was the last person Adam wanted to tango with. And then there was this Chris issue. Chris definitely needed to go somewhere.

Adam just wished he took care of Chris long before this got out of hand.

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"This is the pre-Night of Champions Dance Dance Revolution face off!" Jeff shouted out, looking at the excited crowd of kids behind him at the Discovery Zone. "In one corner, we have Mister Self Righteous himself, CM Punk!" That was met with boos, Punk being a heel right now, and Punk crossed his arms- if he, Kofi, Oscar, and Matt just went like planned, they wouldn't have been recognized. But no; on every t-shirt Jeff Hardy and Mark Calaway HAD to tag along. Now he had to get mistreated by kids at one of his favorite places.

He really hated Jeff right about then. "And in the other, the Charismatic Enigma, Mister Live for the Moment, the High flying Jeff Hardy!" That was met with cheers, and Matt laughed; his brother had a way with the crowd.

Jeff put in a quarter, and Punk chose this trashy music that was perfect for Dance Dance Revolution. They began competing, and Mark yelled, "Go Jeff!"

Kofi shot him a look and yelled, "Punk for the win!"

Matt blushed, realizing he now had to shout something. But what was he supposed to do? Punk was his best friend, and he was practically a brother. But Jeff actually was his brother. Who was he supposed to root for? "Go... Go!" Matt shouted, hoping they didn't notice he didn't say either of their names.

But Punk and Jeff did, and they exchanged a look. They were going to get Matt soon for that one. They kept dancing until Punk beat Jeff, 89% completion to 85%. That was met with boos, and Punk said, "At Night of Champions, you'll see that I'm not only a better dancer than Jeff Hardy... I'm also a better wrestler." Jeff slapped him playfully, but then motioned over to Matt.

Punk nodded and they both went over to Matt. Matt smiled as best as he could. "Good game, guys," he said.

"Big brother," Jeff said, putting his hands on his hips, "Who exactly were you rooting for?"

"I..."

"Tell this asshole that you were on my side," Punk said, "Go ahead, tell him Carolina."

"I..."

"What's a matter, Mattie? It's a simple question; who do you love more?" Jeff asked.

"How did it become that?" Matt asked, confused.

Jeff and Punk exchanged glances. "Torture him until he chooses?" Jeff asked.

"You read my fucking mind, Hardy." Jeff and Punk grabbed Matt and dragged him over to the ballpit. He laughed as he was thrown into the plastic ball pool, and Jeff jumped on him. he started tickling him and Matt laughed. Punk joined in, tickling him as well. "We won't stop until you spit out a damn name," Punk said.

"Fine! I was voting for Matt!" Matt yelled. Jeff and Punk both stopped, looking at him.

"Is that a challenge to a DDR duel?" Punk asked.

"Fuck yeah," Matt said.

Jeff jumped off and said, "Me vs. Matt, then Punk vs. Matt, then me vs. Punk. Whoever gets the most points wins!"

"Let's do this!" Matt shouted. He was so happy they did something like this; it was the last place he'd bump into Adam or Chris. Now, things just needed to cool off, and things could return to some semblance of normal.

Too bad Matt didn't realize something awful was going to happen.

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