A/N: Here is the last chapter of the beloved story. Yeah I know, it's sad but I like the ending. If you think it could lead to a sequel let me know, I'm not sure if it would or not. Once again, I own no one.

The plan so far was going pretty well. Shawn was hiding in a closet with Hunter and Matt while Rey and Dave were walking to catering with Orton. It was hard to persuade the guy to come, but when they mentioned that they had a huge surprise for him that they couldn't possibly bring to him, he agreed to come with them. He had, at first, asked if Ted and Cody could come along, but Rey mentioned that they were already there for the big surprise.

Entering catering, Randy looked around the room. It was perfectly normal aside from Adam standing in the center with Ted and Cody a few feet in front of him, both of which had confused expressions on their faces. Shawn and Hunter managed to sneak into the room behind Randy's back, but unfortunately were spotted by Ted and Cody. Right as the two opened their mouths, Adam rant forward and speared both guys from behind, knocking them both out cold. As he and Rey took the two into the back room, Randy spun around, but was met with Hunter's sledgehammer, knocking the guy back to the ground where he laid unconscious. Shawn glanced over at Hunter, sighing faintly.

"Hunter, you were supposed to hit him in the back of the head, not his face. He's going to have a black eye now," stated Shawn as he and Hunter dragged Randy over to a metal chair and tied him to it. Hunter shrugged at what Shawn said, not really caring that Randy could get a black eye. If anything, it would make the guy look better than he already did. Once Randy was tied to the chair, the group sat around and waited for him to come to.

When he did, Hunter stepped in front of Randy, holding the sledgehammer in his hand, hitting the top of it against his other hand. Dave stood at his side, cracking his knuckles slowly. Shawn stepped up next to them, turning his attention to Randy.

"Alright Orton, where are Jeff's skittles?" asked Shawn, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. Randy glared up at the older man. They had to be crazy if they thought he of all people would take that guy's skittles. Sure he was evil, but why would he sink to something so pathetic?

"I don't have his damn skittles. I never did!" yelled Randy, trying to free himself from the chair. Shawn sighed and looked at Hunter, nodding his head. Hunter moved forward and untied Randy from the chair. Shawn turned, and started walking to the door like he was just going to leave. Hunter stood back, watching as Randy got up and followed after Shawn. Shawn turned around at the last second, and brought his foot up into the hair, kicking him in the face with Sweet Chin Music.

Hunter and Dave picked up Randy while Shawn sent Matt a text message to tell him to open the door. The loud clattering of the door opening drew their attention, but Matt was already gone, running for the ring where Jay was waiting.

"Rey, Adam, stay here in case Ted and Cody wake. Do whatever you want to them," said Shawn, leading the smaller group out of catering. Rey and Adam exchanged large smirks, ideas running through their heads as to what they could do. The smaller group took Randy out to the ring, ignoring the weird looks they were getting from the workers backstage.

Out in the ring, Jay and Matt were talking, keeping the audience in their seats. No one, even the announcers, knew what was going on. Then, as they were talking, DX's music hit and out walked Shawn with the others, leading an unconscious Randy along. Jay and Matt stepped out of the ring as they came forward, and the group climbed into the ring. Randy came to while they were in the ring, and turned to Shawn, ready to RKO him when Shawn hit Randy with Sweet Chin Music for the second time that night. Randy with his wobbly legs, turned to Hunter and Hunter kicked him in the stomach, and then used the pedigree on him, smacking Randy's head into the mat.

Hunter and Shawn hurried out of the ring, Shawn pulling out his phone as he did. He quickly shot a text message to Matt, telling him to be ready for the magic words. In the ring, Randy was starting to rise from the mat. He stood to his feet, shaking as he looked over at Hunter and Shawn, smirks on their faces.

"You know Hunter, I think Randy's green, like a green skittle!" said Shawn, laughing into the microphone. Hunter looked over at Shawn, raising an eyebrow at him but took the microphone, raising it to his lips.

"I agree Shawn, he is very GREEN!" he shouted at the end. Backstage, Matt pressed the button for the paint to come down, and come down it did. Randy glanced up in time to see the green paint smashing down on him, covering him and the ring. Laughter filled the arena as Hunter and Shawn stepped closer to the ring, shaking their heads at Randy. Hunter dropped the microphone, looking at the green Randy.

"Next time don't mess with Jeff's skittles," said Hunter threateningly. He then turned and walked to the stage with Shawn. They stopped and separated, raising their arms over their heads. They then did the three chops, sending the fireworks exploding over the ring, then the last solitary chop before disappearing backstage.

Backstage, the group re-grouped in the Hardy Boys locker room, looking at Jeff who had a wide grin on his face.

"Thanks for all the help guys," he started, smiling brightly at them as he jumped from foot to foot. They stared at him, wondering where the sugar-high attitude had come from. "I found my skittles!" he shouted, holding the large bag out to the group. They stared once more at him, shock written on their faces.

"Where were they?" asked Shawn, finding it hard not to be curious. After all, they hadn't gotten Randy to tell them where he had kept them.

"In my suitcase," answered Jeff, bouncing out the door. They stared after him for a moment in silence then it was like an eruption. Curses were shouted, fists hit the wall, and screaming at each other erupted from the room. Shawn stood in the center of the room, staring off after Jeff.

"Oops," he said to no one.