Author's note: Okay, if you are all flipping me off through your computer screens I do not in any way blame you. This damn thing was sitting on my computer with a good chunk written out but then my motivation completely fell to the wayside. I am sincerely sorry for making you wait this freaking long for an update. You guys and your loyalty deserve better and while the story is not complete here are a few chapters to hopefully satisfy your appetite for the time being. I hope this story puts a smile on your face and makes your day a little brighter. That is what these stories are for. Happy reading ladies and gentleman!

P.S.: Because I haven't updated in so long I kind of forgot…how to write/apply punctuation/everything else in writing a story. I didn't beta this thing because I wanted it up as quickly as possible so if you see any glaring mistakes feel free to point them out or don't. Either way is cool with me. Alright I will shut up now.

Chapter One

Morning

Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-

Matt was the first of the brothers to exit the land of the dead. Without opening his eyes he reached over and slapped the alarm off. Ah, blessed silence. Matt's sleep-heavy voice reached his brother.

"Hey wake up man, I'm hungry and I need breakfast."

Jeff gave a well thought out reply.

"No."

Matt started to squint his eyes open but gave up halfway through.

"Jeffy, I need food."

The hair-dye addict groaned.

"Fine but coffee first."

Matt remained unmoving while Jeff went to get the coffee. He then was promptly and rudely jerked in the direction of his brother's bed.

What the hell?!

"Jeff knock it off! You can get coffee yourself, can't you?"

Jeff didn't answer his brother. His attention was solely on his wrist and the thick metal cuff wrapped around it. Now just when the hell had that happened?

He wasn't sure but he had a sickening feeling he knew what he was attached to,

"Uh...Matt? Let me see your hand for a second."

Matt looked bleary eyed at him.

"Dude quit playing games."

"I'm not playing games, just let me see your hand."

Matt grunted, letting his head fall back on his pillow.

Jeff rolled his eyes. His brother was a pain in the ass in the mornings. Jeff jerked his wrist again and yep, his hunch was right. Matt's eyes snapped open as his arm was jolted towards Jeff.

"Dude, why are we chained? And to each other?"

Ten seconds passed before the light bulb went off in both men's heads. The Undertaker. The bastard had chained them together.

Jeff and Matt both got up and moved to the front of the room. They wanted to see how long the chain actually was as it had previously been hidden partially by bed covers. Both men groaned when they saw the length of it.

The damn thing was about seven foot long. The left end was attached to Matt's right wrist and the other end was attached to Jeff's left. Well, okay. At least they could stand side by side without much hassle.

Wonderful.

How they hell were they supposed to really do anything? Huh, guess that was another brilliant aspect of Taker's plan.

While Matt busied himself trying to inspect the chain for some sort of lock or weak spot, Jeff was trying to come up with a solution. He came up with precisely nothing.

"Matt I think we're stuck in this thing until he decides to free us."

Matt reluctantly dropped the section of chain he had been holding. The length dropped between the two brothers causing a noticeable uncomfortable pull on both men's wrists. He knew Jeff was right. They were screwed.

"So what now?"

Jeff thought for a minute.

"Well, considering the grief we've caused Undertaker what are the chances that he'll leave us like this for a half hour and then let us free?"

"Zero chance considering how much a pain in the ass you were".

"Me?! Hey you were there along for the ride".

Matt countered, "You started all this".

"You helped".

"But you, y-o-u started it".

"And you h-e-l-p-e-d, helped".

Yeah this was getting them somewhere constructive. Not.