Author's Note: Greetings one and all, fanfic readers! Welcome to my very, very humble offering of a better-be humorous story involving Jeff and The Undertaker. This is my second time posting anything on and concrit would be welcome. I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to my beta NellyLove for taking a chance on a writer that is so green they could be Kermit's second cousin once removed. Without further delay, onto the fic!

Matt loved his brother. He did. He would die for him and back him up in any confrontation any day of the week. However, considering Jeff's well-known and never ending penchant for prank-pulling and his apparent inability to put a little thought into the consequences of his pranks, Matt could only come to one conclusion: his moronic/suicidal younger sibling was on...his...own this time.

When it came to pranks, there were (to Matt) two unspoken rules. The prank shouldnot be dangerous to the prankster or victim and the prank should be funny, not mean-spirited. Jeff, outside of the ring was a southern gentleman, twang and all. However, Jeff's latest bout of juvenile mischief, and possibly his last if this ends the way Matt has no doubt it will, filled the bill of being funny. In fact, it was downright fucking hilarious if Matt was being honest. So, yes the second unspoken rule was followed to the T. This is where things went downhill. The prank itself was not a dangerous one. The fallout though might be an entirely different story.

[FLASHBACK]

Matt was on the bed in their hotel room watching TV and seriously contemplating how a person could be bored and irritated at the same time. He should have been relaxed and mellow: he had ordered a pizza from room service and was enjoying his favorite drink cherry coke. He was comfortable as could be reclined against the pillows that were in turn propped against the headboard. His favorite show was on so all should have been right with the world but no. Three congealing pizza slices were left in the box on the bedspread at the end of the bed (he usually devoured all eight slices in 10-15minutes flat) and his third pop had given him the hiccups, hence his irritation.

He wished something interesting would happen to one) break the weird monotony and two) startle him out of his hiccups.

Well, he should have been careful of what he wished for. His contemplating was interrupted when the bedroom door opened and the room's newest occupant stepped inside. It was his rainbow haired highflying enigma of a bro, Jeff.

Jeff immediately raised a finger to his own lips while he deposited a medium sized brown bag he had with him onto the table and chair in the room. Matt thought about what he was seeing: a mysterious brown bag and a clearly mischievous look on Jeff's face; add to all that his brother wanting to keep the noise down. Oh god, what had Jeff gone and done now?

As Matt made the short distance from the bed to the table, it seemed Jeff could barely contain his excitement. He was practically bouncing on his heels and the Cheshire grin on his face nearly split it in two.

Taking a stance beside his brother, Matt looked right in Jeff's eyes and asked calmly:

" What did you do, Jeff?"

Jeff smiled and without saying a word, reached into the bag and removed its' sole contents. Matt just glanced at the object and quirked an eyebrow. It was an ordinary black hat.

Saying as much with an unimpressed look at Jeff, Jeff turned the hat so the brim was towards Matt. The older Hardy read the words that were emblazoned on the front of the hat and his eyes widened almost comically while his jaw practically hit his knees. Jeff knew that Matt instantly got the joke. How could he not? It was hilarious.

Carefully replacing the hat back in the bag Jeff then placed the bag in the closet for safe keeping. Matt, who was still in shock, could only gape like either a mime or a fish, Jeff couldn't decide but it was amusing to see.

"So, what do you think?"

Matt, knowing in the back of his mind that if he did not come out of his shock and put his foot down, he was soon going to be an only child.

He nearly shrieked his next sentence,

" Are you out of your mind Jeffrey Nero Hardy?"

Jeff instantly clapped a hand over Matt's mouth and gave him a look.

"No, I am not and keep it down damnit; you're going make someone think there's a bloody murder going on in here."

"Oh! Believe me Jeff there's going to be one when you get caught."

Jeff just snickered, "He's not going to kill me. He'll just pack on the hurt in the next match we have, that's all."

Matt just shook his head. Yeah, the man was going to pack on the hurt, to the point of killing hi sweet naïve foolish little brother. What had Jeff gotten them into this time?

[END FLASHBACK]

That had been a week ago and now he and Jeff were sitting in the cafeteria eating what Matt was referring to as their "last meal". Jeff was much more optimistic as a result of one: his sheer stupidity and two: the five bags of skittles he had before the RAW show. He was now on a sugar high and Matt was starting to think that was actually a good thing.

Sugar in large amounts gave you energy, and Jeff would need energy to escape from the building. Yep, as soon as he was done eating Jeff was going to go retrieve the catalyst for their demise (a.k.a. that fucking black hat) and he was going to put his prank into motion.

Five minutes later, Jeff was ready. He winked at Matt and with that damn grin again, he vacated their table and headed back to their hotel which was about ten minutes away. Matt had to shake his head at the sheer size of his brothers' balls.

He glanced up at the clock and saw the time: 6:30. He wondered when Jeff would be back from his suicide mission. He got his answer when at 7:00 Jeff joined him again in the cafeteria. Matt could tell that Jeff had been successful in his pranking endeavor.

It was pretty simple. Upon arriving at the hotel, he had snuck into the Undertakers' room and switched the hats. He had also moved a few things around in the room like Takers' shoes and other items to make sure he would be running a little late to the arena.

In joining Matt at the table, he could barely contain his laughter. It was almost maniacal in a way and what's worse, it was contagious. Pretty soon, against his will, Matt was reluctantly snickering along with his brother. He changed his mind about leaving Jeff to deal with the Undertaker on his own. If they're going to die, they might as well go out together yeah?