Scrabble With The Hardys
by: Madame Reject
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rated: K
Genre: Family/Humor/Parody
Type: Wrestling
Pairings: None.
Chapter One: It's On!
Jeff parked his car into the driveway of his brother's home. Getting his stuff, he stepped out of the vehicle, closing the door behind him. He walked up to the front door and just let himself in.
Matt was expecting him anyway, but he didn't care. And speaking of Matt, he sat in his living room setting up a scrabble game. Hearing his brother entering in, he looked up.
"Oh, hey Jeff." Matt greeted him.
"Hey, what're you doin'?" the younger one replied.
"Settin' up a scrabble game for me and Shannon for when he gets back. Wanna play in the mean time?" Matt offered.
Jeff took off his black leather jacket and tossed it on one of the love seats. "Sure, why not? I have enough time anyway, seeing as how I'll be sitting on my ass for a good two months..."
"Well, may be you'll learn next time not to practically overdose on painkillers." Matt said.
"Sor-ry if I have a fucked up back, a fucked up kneww, weak ankles, and all kinds of other shit." Jeff said sarcastically.
Matt rolled his eyes. "No matter what, there's no excuse for drugs."
The rainbow-haired wonder sat across from him. "Whatever, let's play."
Matt snickered. "Cheer up, sunshine."
The brunette picked up a couple of the letters from his shelf and placed them down on the board. It spelled out 'MAD'. Jeff took three letters himself and spelled out 'DICK' from the 'D'.
The older one frowned. "Hey, can you at least be appropriate?"
"Nope!" Jeff chirpped, smugly.
"Okay, you wanna play that way?" he questioned him, competitively. "Fine, then. Bring it on."
He grabbed a few more letters from the box and spelled out the name of Jeff's past rival.
'KENNEDY'.
"KEN-NEH-DAY." Matt said, immitating the Greenbay native.
Jeff grabbed some more from the box too and spelled out a word from one of the N's.
'APPENDEX'.
Matt glared at him. His proud attitude wasn't so high anymore. "Oh, you're hilarious."
He set up his next word. 'PAINKILLERS'. He laughed at what he had just created.
"You're a whore." said Jeff, embarassed. With two O's, one 'T', and a 'N', he spelled 'ORTON' out of the 'R', getting back at Matt with the name of the man who put him out of action.
Matt simply still laughed, not effected at all. He pointed a finger at Jeff. "Ohhh, you're a sneaky little bitch, aren't ya?"
"Oh, eat me." Jeff laughed.
"I'll pass." Matt shot back, jokingly.
At this point, the two brothers weren't even playing by the rules anymore. Matt took some letters and made 'SUSPENDED' out of the 'N'.
"Well you know what..." Jeff said, making 'MUSTARD' out of the 'U'. "...Oh! Ownage!"
"Okay, fine. You win. Truce?" Matt extended his hand.
Jeff accepted. "Truce."