The Game stood looking down at his broken love lying in a coma in the hospital bed. Two days had gone by since he was attacked in the ring and so far his little baby hadn't moved a single muscle. On the other side his lover's brother watched with an expression somewhere between angst and murderous rage. The Game's blood was boiling. Every second that his little baby laid with his eyelids shut not responding to his older brother's pleas, The Game felt his anger rising past anything he'd ever felt. Hearing a knock on the window The Game raised his eyes and spotting his bald-headed friend looking back at him he smiled evilly.

"It's time to play the game Matthew," Paul sneered. "Are you coming?"

Matt looked up from his brother's pale face and growled. "Lead on oh Wise One," Matt replied his own emotions far beyond any point where he could turn back. "This grasshopper would LOVE to learn from the master!" The Game grinned at the dark haired Carolina Boy then looking down kissed the cheek of his love… his life… his soul. "Sleep well Jeffy. I promise you WILL be avenged."

Outside the window Kevin looked down at his hardcore cub and wondered where he'd been. The ambulance hadn't even been gone after the heinous attack on Jeff Hardy in the ring before Justin had taken off only saying that he had an errand to run and he'd be at the hospital as soon as he could. "Where you been pup?"

Justin looked up and smiled darkly at his friend and leader. "Just had to get something for The Game."

Kevin raised his eyebrow, but didn't respond. Instead he glanced up at The Game and Matt Hardy as they came out of Jeff's hospital room. "You got it?" Paul asked Justin impatiently, who just nodded smirking darkly. Sean stood looking at his friend's smirk and giggled menacingly. Jeff was a good friend of his and he had only one thing on his mind... payback.

"Whaddya say Tripsy?" Sean asked bouncing hyperly. "Is it time to play the game?"

Paul smiled dark enough that HBK who had been watching silently shivered. "Oh you better bet your ass it is." With that Paul turned and stormed down the hall letting his friend hurry after him.

By the time they got to the parking lot Justin was keeping pace with his friend leading him to the Hummer he'd driven from Hunter's home in Connecticut. Hurrying ahead he opened the back and pulled the blanket back unveiling some "toys" he'd brought from Paul's house. Paul laughed softly and reaching down lifted one particularly nasty looking weapon. It resembled a sledgehammer, but instead the head was two rather long pointy spikes. "Oh yeah this is it. You did good Peej."

PJ grinned rocking from side to side as the Kliq members stepped up each lifting a weapon from the back. First was HBK. He lifted out a long bull rope specially made with tiny spikes running along its length. Carefully he placed a hook through one of his belt loops and rested the whip on it where he would have easy access to it.

Next was Sean. His weapon of choice was a pair of numchucks again specially made. The ends resembled wolves' claws, but the insides were hallow with one containing a blinding explosive and the other side filled with acid. Reverently he lifted them and grinning ran the smooth hardwood over a cheek.

PJ shook his head and lifted his Singapore cane from the back. It was encased in a long metal case and already housing a poison which on it's own led the victim to a painful; death. "I hope you don't mind if I skip kissing mine. I don't feel like dying painfully today."

"Shit Peej you'd have to break the glass inside first," Kevin grunted stepping up and opening the lid to the long hard case in the back where his machete lay in soft velvet. The blade was a good 18 inches long and the handle a black ivory with beautiful and delicately carved wolves covering it. Lifting it out Kevin stepped away from the others and let the weapon fly in a beautiful yet deadly dance almost enchanting Matt.

"I brought you something," PJ said softly snapping Matt out of his trance. "These are Scotty's." PJ unzipped the top of a large fanny pack revealing several Chinese Fighting Stars. When Matt went to pick one up PJ stopped him and handed him a pair of leather biker gloves. "Here put these on first."

Matt nodded and watched curiously as PJ placed the pack around his waist then when he had the gloves on picked one of the stars out studying it frowning. "Do you know how to use that?" Matt heard someone ask and turning his head saw Kevin looking at him intently.

Matt grunted the flicked his wrist sending the star flying passing between Sean's legs before embedding itself in the tire of the car behind him. "Holy fuck!" Sean cursed checking himself just to be sure all his parts were still there.

"That was dangerous," HBK drawled.

"Yeah motherfucker!" PJ hollered but Matt just grunted and walked around the men paying them little attention as he retrieved the star. Then walking to the trunk of the car he'd just flattened the tire on opened it and pulled out his bags.

"If I'd wanted to cut your fucker off I would have," the Carolinian drawled. "Just because I'm from the south don't mean I'm uncoordinated or uneducated. You know though… as nice as these little toys of yours are. I always liked my weapons simple."

Opening one of his bags Matt pulled out a long hardwood case. Flipping open the lid he pulled out a very deadly looking gun. HBK whistled and came over looking at the weapon appreciatively. "That's a Beretta 97FS Inox, right?"

Matt nodded smiling, "You know your guns." Shawn grinned and grunted. "I'm from Texas remember?"

"Down there you are born holding a gun."

Matt chuckled softly, "Yeah in Carolina too."

"My daddy always told me if someone touches your little brother you shoot 'em right between the eyes and don't think twice about it."

"Well you're gonna have to settle for shooting bird boy, 'cause the Deadman is mine," The Game snarled.

"Well on that cheery note I would say that it is time to go," HBK drawled. "After all we don't wanna keep our guests waiting."

Matt pulled a clip from the case and slid it onto place then stuck the gun in his back waistband before climbing into the backseat next to Sean and PJ. "Don't worry Tigger," he whispered. "I'm gonna make daddy proud."

The group drove in silence for about an hour each lost in their own thoughts ranging from the small man lying in the hospital bed to focusing on the fight upcoming.

"Who's staying with Jeff?" Matt thoughts to ask realizing they'd left his brother alone.

"Steph is bringing in Shannon and Shane to sit with him," Sean said softly as he put an arm around Matt in an attempt at comfort. Matt just nodded and turned his thoughts toward the hatred flowing through his veins letting the darkness focus itself on the bastards that had hurt his baby brother.

"We're here," Kevin said pulling up to what appeared to be an abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere. Staring at the old wooden building Matt got out watching it as if he expected it to move. Sean and PJ both climbed out after him and moved to stand on either side of their friend as Paul stormed toward the building with HBK and Kevin hurrying after.

Wisely Sean and PJ stood quietly until Matt was ready then followed him into the building. As they walked through the door the stench of rotten hay and old cow shit hit them, but none of the three noticed as the three before them hadn't either. Matt slowly made his way across the building where torches had been lit in a big circle surrounding two men. Each was bound at the wrist by a heavy chain hanging from the ceiling. Neither man was slumped instead each standing straight besides the obvious signs of the fight they'd been through at the hands of their kidnappers.

"How's Jeffy Matthew?" Matt heard a quiet voice ask and turning his head saw one of Shannon's mates Bryan Clark looking down at him with concerned blue eyes.

"In a coma," Matt bit back as he pushed past the tears threatening and turned them further into rage instead.

"He's strong and he loves you," Bryan said trying to comfort the young man, but sighed when he saw his eyes focused on the small man with the braids chained next to the big red devil.

Before anyone could realize what was going to happen Matt pulled out a star and hurrdled it towards Raven cutting off several of his long multicolored braids and his left ear in the process.

"Well looks like the game has begun," The Game snarled and swung his sledge spike sending it sailing though one of the Undertaker's knees cutting it clean off his body.

Mark's screams soon joined Ravens as the group went to work dealing out their unforgiving vengeance on the two who had so brutally beaten their small friend two nights before after handcuffing him to the ring ropes. Sean and PJ stepped forward with Sean taking Raven and PJ taking The Undertaker. Sean worked his numchucks with blinding speed expertly hitting Raven just right so that the acid was released from one side burning into Raven's chest.

PJ on the other hand quickly broke the glass tube covering his cane and whipped Mark unmercifully making the big red-head scream in further agony. Shawn moved behind the two men and let his whip fly tearing at the skin of the prisoners backs grinning as the blood splattered and the muscle and bone was exposed.

Mark didn't last long before he passed out much to the displeasure of The Game. Outraged the big blond sent his spike flying chopping off the other leg at the knee before working to sever each completely from the body at the hip. "Cut him down Kev," the Game snarled and with a single slice of his blade Kevin cut the Deadman's hands off at the wrists sending his body falling to the floor.

Not satisfied yet The Game send his spike crashing into Mark's chest repeatedly until it was nothing but a bloody mess and the arms also severed from the body. "No one touches my baby," he snarled before swinging the sledge spike one last time severing it from the now truly Deadman's shoulders. Picking it up The Game tossed it at Brian Adams who was grinning evilly. "Save that for me BA. It'll make a nice addition to the collection."

Turning his attention to Raven The Game saw several of Scott's stars embedded in Raven's chest. The Game knew the older man must be in an indescribable amount of pain, but somehow he managed to remain conscious. Turning to look at Matt he saw the young man watching darkly as Sean, PJ and HBK took turns at the moody birdman inflicting as much pain as possible.

"That's enough," Matt said softly and the three stopped to look at the Carolinian startled. Slowly he made his way to Raven looking at him coldly. "Never again will you keep me from protecting my brother," Matt said and pulling out the gun pointed it at Raven shooting the man right between the eyes covering himself and Sean and PJ, who were standing again each on one side of him, with blood. Emotionlessly he watched as Kevin cut the birdman down severing his limbs as Paul had done with the Deadman.

Picking up Raven's head Kevin carried it to Matt and handed it to him. "I think this belongs to you," Kevin said grinning. "You did good kid."

"A good southern boy always listens to his daddy," Matt replied.

The next day when Jeff woke up Matt and The Game were right by his side. There were no signs present of the happenings of the night before. BA and Bryan had taken the body parts minus the heads which were sent off to The Godfather who apparently had learned quiet a bit during his Pappa Shango days and was said to do a helluva job at shrinking heads.

"Matty, make 'em stop," Jeff moaned before opening his eyes to see himself safe in the hospital.

"We did baby I promise," Matt assured his brother. "Just like Daddy taught me."

The End!