This is a spin-off of the first 'Slashy Fun' chp, 'Addict and Dealer'. I have been meaning to do this for some time but I've been too bumfuzzled to work out simple details. It's starts off where 'A&D' left off; Adam, Jeff and Randy leaving the club as it's raided by the police. Skittles and other sorts of candy and harmless fun stuff have been banned by a crooked Mayor. After joining up with his brother, Jeff and his friends wish to stop the evil corruption. There's a safe haven in another state. But, it's so far away and there's things to derail them on the way. This is just for silly, stupid fun. Not to be taken uber seriously. I'm kinda keeping a mock/parody GTA theme and have renamed some of the towns in San Andreas b/c I suck at geography, lol. Hashbury (if you're familiar with SA) is now Cadbury (yes, after the Easter candy) It's complicated, even though I didn't want it to be. Oh, well. Like I said, random mock craziness. I'm not keeping it exactly the same as SA and the three main city/states have been renamed; Las Venturas-- Las Veracious, Los Santos-- Los Savage, and San Fierro-- San Fresca. And I'll explain and come up with new shit as I go. Adam/Jeff, Matt/Jay, and many more coupling possibilities. Hardys, Edge, Christian, Randy, Punk, Jeri, Miz, Mor and maybe some others. Things will be explained as we go. Sex, comical violence, language and the like. Maybe a car theft or two (shrugs) Major AU and OOC. Non-wrestling of course.

I own rights to absolutely nothing to be referenced here. Not wrestling, not the characters. Not GTA, not San Andreas. Not Skittles or any other candy, etc mentioned. Not making money off anything! XD!

Adam, Jeff and Randy ducked out into the back alley behind the Rated-R Lounge. Adam shook his head, looking at it as if it were the last time he'd ever see it. It could be. As always, it could just be the last time. If they expected not to end up in prison, they had to get out of Cadbury and quick (maybe out of San Fresca entirely). They were wary of the fuzz out in front that had raided the place. Adam kept his head down low, Jeff kept watch and Randy led the way to Adam's van that was parked aways up the street. Just incase shit like this were to happen, which it sometimes did. The van was a total hippie-styled van. It was all painted up with a bunch of odd designs. It had a lot more skull and star designs on it, but still, the damn thing had more colors than Jeff's hair.

"Dude, psychedelic." Jeff muttered, scanning the van over. He shook his head and wrapped himself up tighter in his jacket. The mesh shirt he was wearing offered so little warmth.

"Dude, I'm a rainbow candy dealer. What am I supposed to drive? A limo?" Adam rolled his eyes, his breath coming out in small white puffs. It was damp and rainy in this part of the state. A heavy chill hung in the air.

"Okay, okay, point taken." Jeff shivered, waiting for Adam to unlock the back doors.

"Just get in. We need to go, now." Adam impatiently ushered him inside, looking around nervously.

Jeff got up inside on his knees. He stopped and blinked, seeing typical beige fuzzy carpet and beaded curtains, complete with a lava lamp. There was a bench behind the passenger side along the wall, it too was covered in the fuzzy stuff. Jeff burst out laughing at the sight. "Oh, man! They say I'm eccentric."

"Hush up, Jeff." Adam snapped, causing the younger man to laugh louder, collapsing down on the shag-styled flooring, clutching to his stomach. Adam closed the doubled doors behind him and let out a tired sigh.

"Is he your boyfriend now, or shall I kill him?" Randy asked before getting in on the driver's side and closing the door. Adam piled in on the front passenger side.

Jeff popped his head up front. "You can't kill me, Orton." He said seriously, popping another Skittle and moaning blissfully at the fruity taste.

"Whatever. Where we heading?" Randy asked, rolling his eyes and starting up the van.

"My brother's house. He has a place by mine in Cherry Flatts." Jeff held on as Randy pulled out and drove down an alley-way, away from the police that occupied the other side. The place they were headed was only a couple blocks away.

"You wanna go to Matt's?" Adam gulped and looked fearful.

"Don't worry, he's not gonna kill you." Jeff assured, petting Adam's hair sympathetically.

"And why would he? His little brother hasn't been sucking you off to aid in his Skittle obsession." Randy added sarcastically. Everyone already knew Jeff had been sucking Adam off to aid in his various obsessions.

"They had no right to ban Skittles. That was a stupid motion and you damn well know it." Jeff snapped.

"Okay, sheesh. Calm down, man." Randy defended, keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel. The wheel covering was tye-dyed colored and various chains and beads hung from the window. No one had a clue why the van was hippie-styled. Adam was far from a hippie.

"Well, don't take the name of Skittles in vain." Jeff hissed, slapping Orton in the back of the head.

"Hey, don't hit the driver!" Randy whined, rubbing his head where Jeff slapped him.

"Jeff, you know Mayor Stephanie can't allow anyone to be happy.. Everytime they are she has to restrict it. That's why they shut down my ice cream factory." Adam pouted.

Randy shot the blonde a quick glance. "Dude, you weren't smuggling...?"

"Pecan Cluster? You bet your sweet ass." Adam smiled triumphantly.

"That sucks. Someone needs to take that high riding bitch down a peg." Jeff snarled.

Randy pulled into Matt's driveway in the slummed neighborhood of Cherry Flatts. Jeff got out first and bounded around to the passenger side, opening Adam's door and dragging the tall blonde outside.

"Come on, Addy. Time to meet the family." Jeff said happily, pulling him along.

"You just want me dead so you can intercept the Skittles shipment from my supplier." Adam whined.

"Oh, Addy, dun be silly. I dun need you dead for that." Jeff grinned a little too sweetly.

Randy got out and looked the place over. It was a dump. Old broken down cars stood in almost every driveway. Shingles hung off the roofs of most the houses. Paint was peeling off the walls. Grass was over grown on the side of some of the houses. And trash littered the place as well as an old couch and chair that someone had threw out.

"Dammit, Jay!" Matt voice brought them all to a halt.

"Uh-ohs," Jeff blinked. "That's not good."

"Matty, Matty, calm the fuck down. It didn't mean anything. I swear, baby." Jay raced out to the porch, letting the screen door clang as it closed back.

Matt held the door open, tossing a pair of shoes at Jay's head. Jay ducked. They missed and hit his car instead.

"Hey!" The short-haired blonde complained, turning back to the seething older Hardy.

"Don't hey me, you're a fucking dead man." Matt snarled, looking at Jay as if he was the anti-Christ.

"We didn't do anything," Jay squeaked. "Just kissed.."

"Fucking slut." Matt stepped forward towards Jay.

"Shit." Jay held his hands up in defense, awaiting his fate.

Matt stopped when he saw Adam. "What the fuck are you doing here, Copeland? Jeff, explain." The dark-haired male yelled when he saw Jeff hiding behind Adam.

"Adam's my new boyfriend, Matty." The younger Hardy said meekly.

Matt tilted his head, his left eye twitching. "What?! Copeland, you're so dead!"

Adam nearly squeaked like a little girl before jumping behind Jeff.

"Matt, we have bigger problems, man." Jeff sighed tiredly.

"Like what, Jeff?" Matt replied, wetting his lips. "I told you to keep away from your little Skittles supplier before the fucker gets your ass in trouble. Or in jail. Would you like to have your cherry popped by some huge bald dude in Cell Block C, Jeff?"

"Cherry's already been popped." Adam mumbled quietly.

"What?!" Matt shouted.

Adam jumped. "How the hell did you hear that?"

"I have my ways." Matt tapped his nails on the porch rail. "Who, Jeff? Copeland? Oh, Jeffy, that's it. I'm sending you to Skittles rehab." He pointed at his younger brother.

"Matty, weren't you pissed at Jay for cheating on you?" Jeff asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Dammit, Jeff!" Jay shouted.

Matt turned to Jay and punched him in the stomach.

"Dude, not fair." Jay gasped, bending at the waist. "You fucked Evan."

"Only because you were out with Chris again."

"We have bigger problems to worry about. Like the cops. They've shut down the Rated-R Lounge. They may be after us. I got two strikes against me, one more they'll haul me away. Come on, Matt, we used to be friends. Help us out." Adam pleaded, holding his hands in a prayer-like position.

"Please, Matty." Jeff begged, puckering out his bottom lip cutely.

"Why are you even bothering with him. Let alone Orton." Matt asked, motioning to Randy.

"Oh, bite me, Hardy." Orton folded his arms and turned away.

"I love him, Matt." Jeff said defensively.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Oh, bullshit."

"And I love your brother too." Adam replied, wrapping his arm around Jeff's shoulders. "Please. We haven't hurt anyone. You know this Candy Crisis isn't fair."

Matt huffed. Couldn't argue there. Things haven't been the same lately. "Fine. Jay, pack our shit."

"Why me?" Jay asked, nursing his stomach where Matt had hit him.

"Because you fucked up. Now go!" Matt shouted, pointing towards the door.

Jay growled and went inside the house, muttering obscenities under his breath. Jeff bounded in after to get a few choice items.

Matt turned back to Adam and crossed his arms. "Okay, Copeland. You love him? Fine. You hurt him. I won't hesitate to turn your ass over to the authorities. Got it?"

Adam swallowed and nodded. "G..got it... Jeff's in good hands.. I swear.." The blonde nodded again as Randy moved to the side of his partner.

"Good, he better be." Matt cleared his throat. "I know this guy, he calls himself the Shaman of Sexy and he has a club called the Palace of Wisdom down in Veracious. It may take some time to get there, but it'll be worth it." Las Veracious was a city of sin. Casinos and strip joints lined the streets. It was a place that had yet to be tainted by the Candy Crisis. A safe haven. To be named Veracious, a word that meant Truthful, the place was anything but truthful.

"Morrison?" Randy asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why? You know him?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, used to date him." Randy replied matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, drama." Adam shook his head. This was sure to be very interesting.

--xx--

Soon they had loaded shit into the back of the van and headed for Randy's in Hershey (a few more blocks away) to get his shit. Adam was glad he had shit already in the van because he was sure the cops were looking for him at his place.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I have to be locked in a van with all of you?" Adam whined, looking around. Randy was driving, Matt was sitting on the side seat in the back. Adam and Jeff were in the floor across from him and Jay was the passenger seat up front.

"Hey!" Jeff said defensively.

"Too bad, eh, Adam." Matt opened his bag of Twizzlers and stuck one in his mouth.

"Hey, put that those away. I hate the smell of that shit." Adam snapped, holding his nose.

"I hate that you're fucking my little brother. But, what are you gonna do?" Matt sighed. He bit off a piece and chewed, grinning happily as Adam glared at him.

"Oh, would you just get over your hatred for me already?" Adam continued his sour-like glare. "I think I did you a favor by takling that ho Lita off your hands."

"She was not a ho, you turned her into a ho!" Matt snapped.

"No, I saved her from that sugar daddy she was with in the time you were away." Adam shot back.

"Sugar Daddy? Glenn?" Jay asked.

"Yes, that's right, Glenn." Adam nodded, all-knowingly.

"Big Red Kane?" Jay asked again. "Isn't he the one..?"

"Who hustles Sugar Daddy's? Yup." Adam replied. "That's him. He was doing terrible things to Lita. He had her working the street."

"In broad daylight, I might add." Randy smirked in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah. Selling those Sugar Daddy's in a vending cart up on Hershey. He even made her wear a Sugar Daddy's uniform, complete with a hat with their horrid logo on it."

Matt was getting agitated. "Enough, Copeland. That's disgusting."

"Awe, Matty don't like it?" Adam mocked. "Tough. Don't you realize the cops could'a came by and arrested her? The only reason they didn't is because she snuck and cut them a percentage of the profit and gave them free Sugar Daddy's to keep them quiet."

"Thank god Kane was too stupid to count and realize it was missing." Randy muttered.

"So you just had to take her and make her a damn Skittles dealer?" Matt growled.

Adam raked his hair behind his ears. "I made her a spoke's model. I never pimped her out on the streets. She worked my club and cut deals. She was protected, safe. With me she had it made." The blonde motioned to himself with both hands. He closed his eyes for a second before glaring at Matt and wetting his lips. "I gave her everything she wanted; fame, power, prestige, cash. It's not my fault she up and left."

The older Hardy leaned forward and glared back, his hand on his hip. "Tell me, did you make her suck people off in the back room as an added bonus to buying your little Skittles shit, like you've been doing my brother?" Matt snapped.

"No, man. She did that on her own." Adam said, his voice lack-luster.

Matt growled and lunged for Adam, getting stopped by Jeff before he could strangle the taller man.

"Hey, can we forget about Lita? Sheesh, get over her." Jeff scolded, pushing Matt back against the wall.

"Yeah. Both of you." Jay yelled from the front.

"Awe, is someone jealous?" Matt asked, amused.

"Yes!" Both Jay and Jeff yelled.

"You're not with Lita anymore, Matty. You're supposed to be with me." Jay pointed to himself in reference.

"And occasionally Evan.." Jeff muttered.

"Jeff!?" Matt shouted.

Jeff shrugged. "What? Everyone knows."

"Shut up." Matt flushed and turned away from Jay and Jeff. He looked out the window, sulking.

Adam wrapped an arm around Jeff's waist and jerked him close to him. "And I don't need her anymore. I'm perfectly content with what I got right here." He smirked. Jeff smiled up at the older male. Jay shook his head, Randy chuckled.

Matt seethed and continued to sulk.

This first chp was actually wrote awhile ago and I've been too lazy to get it up and running. I didn't know if I wanted Stephanie to be the crooked Mayor or not. Oh, well. It's not about her, it's about her corruption.