A/N : Something that poped into my head, read and review please I have high hopes for this storie :) Sadly I do not own anyone though :'(

Arriving at the show Jeff walks into the arena laughing and nearly falling over, everyone stops and looks over to where Jeff was at they knew he was home the previous weekend which means no drugs but soon as tonight over he was gonna be back on them although many people believed he was on them at that precise moment. Looking over they mumbled to each other. They all watch him, knowing he has a match, a tag match and nobody wants to tag with him but they are all brought from their thoughts as an unfamiliar face walks behind Jeff, laughing and joking with him before grabbing Jeff's hand and running off down the hall. All looking at where they disappeared they all are confused as to whom that was. Konnan, Apolo and Homicide were all in the ring talking about their match with Jeff later that night an no matter what Jeff wouldn't have a third tag team partner, seeing as the only one who will team with him is his brother. Not knowing the other person had arrived the boys called out Jeff, who in turn went down to the ring but wouldn't get in and had a smirk on his face.

'Jeff, you ain't going to win you only have one brother to…'

'Man you lot are wrong, see anyone who knows Jeff, knows I have more than one brother see there is a second brother a baba brother.'

The whole crowd shout what, as the boys in the ring suddenly look confused, everyone knew who Jeff was and there was only one other Hardy, Matt. Jeff smirks some more before motioning people to look up at the ramp as Chicken Huntin by Insane Clown Posse plays in the background, everyone looks over to the ramp as a somewhat punk figure emerges from outback. Laughing and singing along to the song he makes his way down to the ring. The three boys in the ring look mega confused as they have never seen this 'brother' before. This punk grabs a mic and stands next to Jeff before charging into the ring, LAX leave the ring and stand at the bottom of the ramp. The two 'brothers stand in the ring and look about the crowd before talking.

'See this is my baby brother, and I don't care what Mat…'

'You mean Caveman's here?'

The mystery punk pulls a sarcastic shocked face.

'Yeah Caveman's here, anyway you LAX think you have an upperhand but see even if Matt don't wanna team with us, We are the heavens demons, I am the charismatic enigma and he is the prince of punk. And you man you will fail.'

'Who the hell is that?'

'Me?'

'Yes idiot you.'

'Who are you?'

The Prince Of Punk doesn't answer instead asks them, as the Enigma and the Prince laugh before heading backstage not saying a word as to who this Prince is. Upon walking backstage the go to the locker room area and bump into a few people who look at them funny.

'Man this is sweet, back on the same show, fuck Matt that motherfucker can stay away from us your mine now.'

Jeff laughs at this, before grabbing his 'brother' and pulling him close.

'You mean your mine haha, I have officially stolen you from my brother.'

'I would never go with your Caveman brother haha.'

Jeff licks the side of his 'brothers' face before they both burst into laughter as a group of guys walks into the locker room.

'Well at I'm better then the both of you's.'

'Man you lying.'

'Well I have a better tree then you.'

'Fuck off, my tree's awesome, yours ain't, hell even your damn fucking dogs love my tree they piss over yours.'

'Fuck off, your tree is pathetic.'

'Yeah well yours is like old and is just bark.'

'Hey that's mean what did my tree ever do to you?'

'It said I wasn't a prince.'

'It DID? Damn but but your tree yeah your tree is like stupid.'

'My tree is better it has sap yours is just bark.'

As the boys continue to bicker everyone has stopped what they were doing and was looking over to them surprised they were arguing about a tree.

'Yeah well your tree yeah your tree is just sappy and ugly.'

'Take that back my tree ain't ugly.'

'Is.'

'MATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!'

Before Jeff could put his hand over his 'brothers' mouth Matt walked into the room and looked up and over to them.

'Oh god no.'

'MATTTTT! He he he said that my tree was ugly.'

'He did? Jeff that's mean, anyway your tree is like you a freak.'

'HAHAHAHAHA!'

The Prince then launches himself out of Jeff's grip and over to Matt.

'Told Ya.'

'Hey no fair we are supposed to team with him not you twos team against me.'

'Yeah well my tree is better.'

The whole crowd of guys are now looking hugely confused before someone speaks up.

'Your talking about actual trees?'

'Duh.'

The Hardy's and their 'brother' look over to the group now looking confused.

'Well that is just stupid.'

A tall guy with a cowboy hat on and a southern voice speaks up. As the Prince looks him up and down.

'Who the fuck are you?'

'Names Cowbo…'

'You are not a cowboy.'

'Well you are not their brother, but back to me. I am a cowboy see this hat?'

'So cowboys wear chaps and cowboy boots you have neither so you no a cowboy. End of.'

The Hardy's begin to laugh as well as the rest of the group nobody had ever questions James being a cowboy before.

'I am a cowboy. I drin..'

'I drink to, so does that mean as I have a somewhat southern voice, I should put a cowboy hat on and place a beer in my hand does that make me a cowboy…Although me in a cowboy hat wouldn't happen as that would look stupid but that's not the damn point.'

'You will never be a cowboy, and I am a damn cowboy. Didn't your parents ever teach you not to swear?'

'What parents?'

The Prince then shrugs his shoulders before grabbing Matt and Jeff and walking off shouting behind him.

'You are not a cowboy.'

Before disappearing round the corner…..