Lilies
"Welcome to Smackdown!" JR shouted "After one of the most controversial Summerslam's ever, what does the future hold for one CM Punk?"
Despite the abuse he'd taken the night before on the live RAW, Phil had made it to the Smackdown/ECW television tapings as had Kane and ECW's Tommy Dreamer. They had patrolled the entrances, waiting for the arrival of the Four Aces. What they didn't know was that, on orders, Tom, Matt, Jeff, and Randy had arrived much earlier and found a suitable hiding place.
The arena lights darkened and a gong sounded, announcing the imminent arrival of the Undertaker.
"The Undertaker made his return last night with quite an impact." Grisham said "What does the future hold for the Dead Man.
Underneath the ring, The Aces waited, chairs in hand.
"The lights are goin' back out in two minutes." Tom whispered "When they do, that's our cue."
Right in the middle of Mark's ramblings about his return from the dark side and various other Gobbledygook, the arena lights went out again.
"Now!"
The arena was pitch black. Even the fans at ringside could only see one large shape in the ring suddenly be surrounded by four more. Then the four new shapes suddenly attacked. By the time the lights came back on, Mark was lying on his back, and the Aces were standing over him.
"Do it Tom, you're the tallest." Randy said
In his best Johnny Cage impression, Tom slowly removed the trademark sunglasses. "Let's dance." He growled, pulling Mark to his feet, then to everyone's surprise, flipped him over in preparation for a Tombstone Piledriver... the audience gasped! No one had come even close to doing this move on 'Taker since Orton tried at Wrestlemania. Mark tried to fight it, but Tom stopped that by swiftly dropping to his knees, banging his head off the mat. In mockery, Tom crossed Mark's arms across his chest and rolled his eyes back in his head, mouthing the words "Rest In Peace".
The audience booed loudly. One adventurous fan threw a can of beer into the ring. It clonked off the back of Tom's head as he was standing up.
"Want me to choke out a fan for ya Jeff?" Tom whispered
"Dare ya." Jeff said "It's that multi-colored moron."
Tom efficiently rolled out of the ring and walked over to the fan in question.
"You gotta problem with me?" He sneered, breathing heavily.
"Yeah, you suck!" He shouted
"That's your opinion." Tom replied "And if you don't keep your opinions to yourself, then I will not be held responsible for what I do."
Maybe the fan thought that Tom wouldn't do anything, but in this case he was wrong. He found this out when Tom grabbed him by his hair and threw him over the safety rail and then rolled him under the bottom rope.
"This is ridiculous, J.R.!" Grisham shouted "Who do these guys think they are?"
"I dunno Todd, but after what they did on Raw, and now to the Undertaker, we need to get someone out here to kick their asses." Jim Ross stated
Matt heard the comments of the announce team and approached the commentators' table.
"Let this be a lesson to anyone who tries to get in our way." Matt growled, pointing to the hapless fan who was being held down by Tom and Orton while Jeff climbed the ropes in preparation for a swanton. Strangely, Mark had not sat up yet.
"C'mon Jeff, don't do it!" J.R. shouted
For the first time in forever, the Hardy Gunz was met with resounding boos. Jeff flew, landing on the fan.
"We need some help out here!"
"Yeah, and not just for him." Matt reached across the table and grabbed Grisham by his necktie. The announcer struggled, but Matt soon overpowered him and rolled him into the ring as well.
"Matt, stop this! He's just doin' his job." J.R. implored the middle Hardy.
"So are we." Matt replied
Grisham was cowering in the corner, being stalked by Tom and Jeff.
"Guys, we've made our point." Orton stepped between them, helping the broadcaster to his feet and smoothing out the wrinkles in his suit jacket.
"Ya think?" Jeff asked "I don't."
Randy paused for a moment, his own gears turning. "Y'know, I think you're right!" Todd Grisham became the next victim of the RKO.
"That was fun!" Tom cracked his knuckles. "Let's get outta here." Several production crew members and wrestlers were running toward the ring.
"Sounds like fun." The four Aces took off through the crowd. Not one fan even tried to touch them, so by the time the other personnel got into the ring, they were already out the back door, where a car was waiting for them. Even as Mark, Todd, and the fan were getting help, the Aces were driving off into the sunset.
"They really want to make everyone hate us, don't they?" Matt smiled, tucking his shades into the inside pocket of his leather jacket.
"You should be used to it, Mr Hit-my-brother-in-the-head-with-a-chair-at-the-Royal-Rumble." Jeff retorted
"Nice job on that fan, by the way." Tom patted his husband on the back.
"Kimo wanted his fifteen minutes of fame." Jeff shrugged
"I'm sure he'll get a few more than that." Tom answered, leaning back in his chair and letting the wind ruffle his hair. "Where are we driving to?"
"Nowhere. We just gotta lay low until they flip to the ECW taping." Matt answered
"What's up with that?"
"Kozlov, Regal, and Jackson." Matt answered
"That will be fun." Orton smiled
"That reminds me." Tom snapped his fingers. "Yesterday, you said awesome and oh shit... you never told us what was the oh shit part!"
"I didn't?" In all the excitement, Jeff had completely forgotten about the other part of the note.
"It's been buggin' me all day."
"I only saw the headline." Jeff still had the envelope in his coat and he passed it over. Tom only had to read the headline before his complexion darkened.
"Mother fucker!" He shouted
"What?" Matt asked
"Charges Reversed in Spade Attacks..." Tom read "Police have announced that the charges pending against Matt Korklun and Jack Tyler have been reversed upon an appeal filed late Friday. No specifics have been revealed, but police sources say that the two suspects may be released as early as next week... Mother fucker!"
"What?" Matt screeched, swerving. In his anger, he'd accidentally put his foot on the gas.
"This is horseshit... it has to be." Tom waved the paper around furiously, as if that might change what it said. "Evan was arrested in our hotel room and he fingered Tyler... what the hell possible grounds for their release could there be?"
"Tom, just relax. There are enough people who know what they did that if they even try to get close to you or Jeff, they'll be in for a world of hurt. I guarantee it." Randy looked over the back seat.
"Just relax... easy for you to say. My life is finally where I want it to be... I have a great marriage, I'm enjoying getting up to go to work, my family is happy, and then this load gets dropped on me... aughhhh!" Tom tore the article into confetti and let it sprinkle to the wind.
"Easy bro." Matt studied Tom's face in the rear view mirror. "No sense getting worked up over nothing. What are the odds that Linda's gonna let him back in?"
"Yeah, man." Randy agreed "If Vince was still alive... sorry to bring him up... I could see it happening, but Linda's different. She doesn't seem like the type to put her guys at risk just for ratings."
"That's what I'm 'fraid of... the company needs ratings right now." Tom exhaled slowly. "But you're prolly right."
"Are we nowhere yet?" Jeff asked
"Pretty close... wanna stop for a drink?" Tom asked
"We got time?" Matt asked
"At least an hour until the ECW taping starts." Tom had already checked his watch. "We interrupt Regal's bitch session I think."
"Something like that." Randy turned into the parking lot of the nearest bar. "Just don't overdo it."
"Do we ever?" Tom joked "Don't answer that."
The bar was half-empty so the four men were able to get a booth near the back where they wouldn't be bothered. Despite their on-camera personas, most fans still thought everyone was approachable. Tom hoped that once the show went out, this would change.
As they drank, they talked.
"Matt, Randy, were you two serious about the whole union thing or were you just trying to get our attention?" Jeff asked
Matt and Randy looked at each other.
"I was serious." Randy answered
"Me too." Matt stated
"That's what we thought." Tom responded
"But we're having a little problem with the how..." Randy added "I don't want anything fancy and Matt wants what you two did."
"Hm..." Tom thumbed his chin. "What part of what Jeff and I did do you not want?"
"The crowd, mostly." Randy answered "I just want family and maybe a few friends, not every MF'er in the country."
"We can make it real easy if you want." Tom looked over. "Get married at City Hall. You've got your two witnesses right here."
"I want something a little more romantic than that." Matt rolled his eyes at his brother and Randy.
"So somewhere between that and what we did... I'm sure we can throw a few ideas at you." Tom folded his arms.
"Imma give ya lotsa help." Jeff promised
"I dunno what kind of marriage you want in terms of religious or non-religious, but I have a buddy who's an ordained minister with the Universal Life Church." Looking at his watch, then his empty beer mug, Tom signaled to the waitress for another.
"Tommy, we gotta leave in ten minutes." Jeff protested
"So? I ain't driving." Tom retorted "And don't give me that spiel about going to work drunk. I can hold two beers."
To Jeff's amazement, not only did Tom finish his beer withing the remaining time, but he looked completely sober when they walked back into the arena. With most of the Smackdown roster gone, and the ECW guys too preoccupied with their upcoming performances to notice, the Aces were able to reclaim their private quarters. However, someone had been there in the interim. An envelope had been slid under the door.
"Not another one." Tom complained "This clandestine method of communication may work well in 1950's detective movies, but this is the twenty-first century."
"What would you want? Slide a Blackberry under the door." Jeff retorted
"Well, I don't have one of those right now." Tom shrugged indifferently. "Read it."
Jeff scanned the note that was inside the card. "Linda wants to talk to us." He announced
"When?" Randy seemed unconcerned.
"Right about..." Three soft raps on the door interrupted Jeff. "...now."
Linda was admitted. It was hard to read her expression, but something in her body language gave off the bad news vibe.
"Problem?" Tom asked
"First of all, you're doing great." Linda had a way of answering your question without actually answering it that made her a perfect candidate for office. "But I am a little concerned about that incident on Smackdown."
"Which one?" Matt asked, fiddling with his bootstraps. "The fan or Grisham?"
"Both." She answered "I don't mind you picking on people employed by WWE, but could you please try not to assault the paying customers."
"We'll try harder next time." Randy promised "Anything else?"
"I'll assume you saw that clipping I put into your last instructions." It sounded like a CIA briefing instead of a WWE meeting. "Well, there's been a development. We've been informed that Evan wants his job back and if we don't give it to him, he'll pursue legal action."
Both Tom and Jeff swallowed loudly.
"I haven't talked to the Board or Jim Ross yet. I wanted to hear what you thought before I make my recommendations."
"I still have a lovely reminder of what he and his accomplice did to me." Tom gingerly fingered the small scar that bisected his forearm. "My husband has nightmares about his encounter and two of our friends are unable to work because of them... hmmm! What do you think our thoughts would be?"
"The problem from our end is we can't afford a big lawsuit right now. We're just getting back on track. Apparently Vince's malfeasance was not limited to demanding sexual favors from his wrestlers." Linda had only recently found out that Vince had also been skimming millions of dollars from the company, then hiding them as losses.
"What are you saying? That he is coming back?" Matt also had a fond memory of his encounter with the Spade.
"Not if we can help it. I was hoping for an assurance that in a worst-case scenario you were not going to take matters into your own hands." Linda pleaded
"We promise." Tom answered quickly. The other three looked at him with confusion. "But what happens if we get involved in the ring?"
"Then I guess we have to look the other way." Linda answered, a small smile coming to her face.
"Evan would be coming back to RAW, would he?" Tom sneered
The light bulbs went on. Now it was perfectly clear where Tom was going.
"We're not sure. But we will let you know. Just so you can avoid any unpleasantness."
"You can count on us, Miz McMahon." Randy answered
"I thought so. You're segment one tonight." Linda quietly exited the room so as not to be seen.
"More of the same or do we wanna mix it up?" Tom leaned back. "I was thinking put all three of them through tables tonight?"
Matt and Jeff nodded. It had been a while since they'd satisfied their fix for wood.
...
"Welcome to the land of Extreme!" Joey Styles shouted over the din of the crowd.
William Regal's music interrupted and he came out, flanked by Kozlov and Big Zeke.
"And after an eight second defeat at the hands of Christian at Summerslam, what kind of a mood will Regal be in tonight?"
Needless to say, Regal did not look like he wanted to sit down for tea. His normally dour expression was even more dour. He only waited a moment after his music ended before launching into a diatribe.
"I stand before you humbled. In all my career, I have never been so mistreated as I was at Summerslam. Christian, you little toe-rag, I demand that you come out here so that I can give you the beating you deserve."
The cameras panned backstage where Christian was being talked to by Tom.
"Jay, don't be an idiot. There's three of them and one of you." He said
"These chumpstains don't scare me."
"Then you're even dumber than I thought you were." Tom slammed Jay's head into the wall. He fell to the ground where he was stomped repeatedly by all the Aces. Three of them soon ran off, leaving Tom alone with the champ.
"You'll thank us for this later." One last slam of Jay's head into the floor and Tom was also gone.
Regal and his associates had watched the entire scene play out and were grinning satisfactorily when the Aces sprinted down the ramp. The three of them faced the foursome, and then Regal extended his hand.
"Thank-you Sunshine for ridding me of that pest Christian." He said
Tom looked at Regal, then back at his teammates. He grabbed the mic from Regal's hand. "What makes your limey ass think that we were here to help you?"
Kozlov and Jackson stepped forward, but Regal motioned for them to stand down.
"Relax, Sunshine..."
"And I am not your Sunshine!" Tom shouted, getting right in Regal's face. "So you can take your patronizing tone and stick it up your bottom!"
"Listen here, you!" Regal yelled "I did not come out here to bandy words with you. Unless you want to have a real problem, I suggest you shake my hand and then get out of my ring."
"Just a second." Tom called the other Aces and they huddled in the nearest corner. They seemed to come to an agreement.
"Okay, Mr. Regal. You're welcome." Tom extended his hand.
"That's better." Regal shook, but his smug expression disappeared when he went to break the grip, but Tom wouldn't let go.
"What are you doing Sunshine?"
"Just saying you're welcome." Tom pulled Regal toward him. At the last moment, he stepped to the side. Regal ran right into Orton who nicely welcomed Regal to the mat with an RKO. The Hardy jumped Kozlov and Tom attacked Jackson. While supposedly choking the large black man, Tom was actually propositioning him. Read: non-sexual.
"If you're smart, you'll play along." Tom whispered, tightening just enough to make Zeke writhe. "The Aces need an enforcer and you're it. If you want in, split off from those two lackeys during a six-man match next week. Trust me... it's not only your best choice... it's your ONLY choice."
Tom rolled to the side and fed Zeke to Randy for an RKO. Once all three of them were dazed in the middle of the ring, Matt, Jeff, and Tom rolled to the outside and found the tables!
Once the table were set up in various ways, the real beating began. Kozlov was first. After a running knee to the gut doubled him over in just the right spot, Orton gave him the ever-deadly jumping-RKO through the first table, splintering it.
With Regal lying on the second one, Jeff swantoned through both him and the table, rendering more toothpicks and one very pained Brit.
Jackson was a bit more stubborn, refusing to lie quietly on the table like a good little boy. Tom had to hold his hands and Orton his feet while Matt climbed the ropes and legdropped him and the table.
With their work done, the Aces stood in the middle of the ring and looked at their spoils.
Tom suddenly slapped his forehead... "Where are my manners?" He picked up the mic and stood over Regal's form. Tom had seen fish sticks that were less battered than Regal. "Mr. Regal, you're welcome."
To a very mixed reaction, the Aces went backstage.
"So I asked Jackson." Tom said "He'll tell us next week during the six-man tag match!"
The others nodded approval.
"I thought maybe he'd give us..." The words died on Tom's lips when the recently swelled head of Jay stuck itself into their business.
Matt looked to Jeff who looked at Randy who turned to stare at Tom who stared right back before turning to look at the ECW champion.
"Problem, Christian?" Tom demanded
"I know the way Linda's makin' you operate, but I'm glad you let me know beforehand." He answered
"I know your history with certain members of this family." Tom quickly made sure that there were no cameras rolling. "But I still think of you as a friend." He almost added "who let me watch him and his boyfriend masturbate on Skype", but figured he hadn't told Jeff yet so why tell him now?
"Cool." Jay nodded
"And if it were up to me, I'd bring you in to the Aces, but that belt around your waist sorta ties you to this brand." Tom shrugged
"Maybe not for long. Linda's been talking amalgamation." Jay replied
"So I heard."
"Uh, Tommy, we better go. Can't blow our cover by having it seem like we care about anyone who isn't an Ace." Matt grabbed Tom's arm and they retreated to the safety of their clandestine headquarters, where snacks and yet another sealed envelope awaited them.
"If it's more news about Evan, I don't wanna hear it." Tom immediately headed for the cheese tray.
"Ditto." Jeff headed for the pile of Skittles.
"Okay." Randy read the note inside and tore it into little pieces. To everyone's surprise, he put them into his mouth, chewed several times, then swallowed, washing it down with gulps of water, before joining his comrades for food.
"Well, aren't you gonna tell us?" Matt demanded, his mouth full of ham and cheese.
"You said if it was about Evan you didn't want to know." Randy replied, taking a huge bite out of a BLT.
"Fuck that, tell me!"
"Ooh... you know how excited I get when you get all macho?" Randy purred
Tom and Jeff looked at each other. "We'll be right back." They said in unison and, grabbing a couple sandwiches each, headed for alternate hiding places.
"So, do I hafta get more macho with you or are you gonna tell me what that note said?" Matt growled, his eyes glinting evilly in the low light.
"No." Randy replied
"Either tell me or else..."
"Or else what? You'll make me! I doubt that... mmmmffffff!" Randy's words were cut off when Matt caught his mouth with his own.
"I can get as down and dirty as necessary to make you talk." Matt grabbed Randy's head to stop him from squirming away, and kissed him forcefully yet again, their teeth and tongues crashing together.
"Matty, I... " This was Randy's first encounter with Matt's animalistic side and he was liking it. It felt good to feel this helpless.
"Shut up!" What little illumination there was bounced off the whites of Matt's eyes, making them shine like a wolf. His hands went to Randy's chest, clenching and gripping tightly the muscles that were beneath the material of his red t-shirt. Using Randy's shirt for leverage, Matt tossed him to the floor, not as hard as he could, but still hard enough to leave marks. In seconds, he was on top of him, fisting the material in his hands.
Matt plunged in to capture Randy's lips in another rough kiss. He was already fully hard and could see Randy was in a similar state. His hand snaked lower, grasping Randy's meat through the coarse fabric of his jeans and applying friction to it. Orton moaned with each touch, his hardened cock threatening to burst out of his jeans with each caress.
"You like that, don'tcha." Matt growled softly into Randy's ear. "You like being my bitch."
"I am nobody's bitch." Orton panted
"Tonight, I own you Legend Killer and that makes you my bitch!" Matt scooted down and used his teeth to open Orton's button and then ease his zipper down. The bulge that was now only hidden by the sheerest of undergarments pulsed with a desperate need, one that mirrored Matt's own. Tearing the front of the g-string away, Matt was rewarded with the sight of Randy's erect member, throbbing, and giving off an all-too familiar scent. Essence of Orton, Matt called it.
His fingers gently tracing over the smooth flesh, Matt was rewarded with a series of jerky movements from the silky shaft and a set of moans from Randy.
"You like that, dont ya baby?" Matt looked into his lover's face. Randy's mouth was open in a small o, as opposed to the big o he was close to having, and his breath wheezed through the small opening. His face was flushed and several beads of sweat lined his brow.
"Fuck, Matty, no more torture." Randy urgently wanted his partner to bring him off, but Matt obviously had other ideas. He continued the gentle massage of his penis, sometimes using one finger, sometimes more, sometimes rubbing only the head, and sometimes avoiding it completely.
Matt chuckled, and continued to dominate Randy in much the same way he'd been dominated by Tom several months earlier. The gentle touches continued, adding a few licks here and there would always bring Orton to the brink of orgasm, but the second Matt sensed the anticipatory spasms start, then he would relax his grip on Randy's dick, but pin his wrists down so he could not finish himself off.
"Please....." Randy begged after the fourth time. "It feels like my cock is going to burst if I don't come."
"If I let you come, will you tell me what was in that note?"
Randy nodded. He so desired release that he would've agreed to any concession Matt suggested.
"Scout's honor?" Matt saluted
"Yesss.... please Matty, I'm begging you." Randy whimpered.
Matt looked down at Randy. His cock was so engorged with blood, it looked like an over-filled sausage. His balls were tight against it, contracting with each breath.
"If you don't tell me, you'll regret it." Matt leaned down and swabbed the tip of his tongue against the big vein along the back. From base to tip he licked, swabbing up the many drops of liquid that had pooled at the top and trickled down to his pubes. Again and again he licked until he could sense just how close Randy's orgasm was.
The instant a thin stream of goo dripped from the head, then Matt covered his length with his mouth. He didn't even get it all inside before Randy erupted, sending ribbon after ribbon of his genetic fluid down Matt's gullet. He swallowed it all, enjoying the feeling of power he got from making his man feel this good.
"Note?" The second the last stream had been taken in, Matt went back to business.
Randy looked down at Matt. The pure bliss that had been his expression was gone, replaced with a much more somber one. "Evan..." Randy was still breathing heavily.
"What about him?"
"He's back on RAW on Monday... and he's bringing Tyler with him." Randy moaned
"Shit!" Not caring what he looked like, nor that the entire locker room would now be aware of their hiding place, Matt threw open the door and shouted down the hall for Jeff and Tom, who came running. Jeff looked a little like Randy, and Tom had a goofy grin on his face.
"Shhh!" Tom waved his hands for silence. "You want the whole arena to know what's going on?"
"Yeah, Matty! As if Randy's cumming wasn't loud enough, now this?" Jeff frantically gestured.
"Guys, there's something you need to know and you should probably be sitting down for this."
Tom and Jeff looked at each other, instantly reading each other's minds. One unspoken word passed between them.
"Evan."
TBC
In the next chapter... enemies unite against a common foe. And a surprise visit from an old friend!