"Hey, Hardy open up!"
That was the Undertaker at their door. Or Death, either one really.
Matt's face went from panic to panic and shock as Jeff sauntered over to their door and reached out to undo the locks. While his pride took a one way ticket out the window, Matt hurried to the wall behind the door and... stayed there. Jeff's facial expression spoke loud and clear: pussy. Rolling his eyes, Jeff opened the door and smiled at the man on the other side.
"Evening Mark, how can I help you?"
Mark just raised an eyebrow. How could the infuriating little skittle fairy be so calm when he did what he did a week ago?
"Have you seen my cell phone? I can't find it anywhere and I checked with the wrestlers on the other floors. They haven't seen it either."
Jeff put on a concerned and politely clueless look.
"I'm sorry man, you got me. I didn't see a cell phone lyin around anywhere."
Mark stepped a little closer and looked Jeff right in the eye.
"You sure? I'd hate to find out differently and then have to beat your skull in Hardy."
On the outside Jeff kept his cool but the man had stressed the word hate in a way that implied he would feel the exact opposite. Matt noticed that too and nearly let out an unmanly squeak.
Nearly.
"No man, I haven't seen it but if I do I'll find you."
Mark sized him up for a few more seconds but then nodded and turned to walk down the hall. Jeff made sure he was around the corner before shutting the door. Matt had sweat beading on his forehead and Jeff just grinned.
"Relax man, we're cool. We're good. Tomorrow he will get his cell phone back, but certainly not from me. Everything will be fine."
Gee, Matt couldn't wait. However that was a long way from then and he was tired. Jeff was too and they both decided to hit the sack. Before falling asleep, they each wished the other a good night and within the hour, both were out cold.
Next day
The next morning came and went without much significance. Both brothers got showered and dressed then headed down for a continental breakfast of waffles, fruit and orange juice. They were seated at a small table and took little notice of the other wrestlers trickling down from their rooms to take advantage of the free breakfast.
Both Hardys were in the middle of polishing off their waffle delights when Glenn and Mark settled into a table a few feet behind them. They didn't think anything of it until they heard a snippet of the two men's conversation.
"It's not funny Glenn! I have looked all over God's green earth but I haven't been able to find the damn thing anywhere."
A snort and then a sleepy shrug was Mark's only response. Well gee that was helpful. He had been looking for his cell phone and the stupid thing couldn't be found anywhere. He had checked the obvious places like his suitcase and the hotel room. Nothing.
He even asked other wrestlers and still nothing. If he didn't find it in the next two days he was going to shut the service off and get a new one. He didn't want to but if he had to oh well.
At their table Jeff was nearly choking on his food in the effort of containing his laughter. Matt was trying unsuccessfully to hide behind his napkin. The conversation didn't stop there.
"..You think someone took it?"
Mark shook his head.
"Who would be stupid enough to do that?"
"Maybe it was the same person who labeled you as a thief of clothing that was of a more…sensitive nature."
Mark was about to tell Glenn to shove it up a sensitive part of his anatomy when their conversation came to an abrupt halt. The sound of screeching chair legs could be heard a few feet away. They turned to try and see who was making such a quick exit but the exit was just that and they were too late. Both men just shrugged and continued on with their meal.
Back in their room, Matt was laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck. Jeff on the other hand...well oxygen was really becoming an issue. Matt took a seat on the bed and let Jeff ride it out. Finally the younger Hardy settled down.
"Dude I can't wait for tonight. It's gonna be great."
Matt disagreed for the most part but didn't say so. Nothing was going to change Jeff's mind.
The rest of the morning was spent doing a light workout in the hotel gym. Jeff had one thing on his mind though. One more important part of his plan needed to be put into action. He headed back down to the lobby where Hunter, Shawn, Glenn and a few other superstars were lounging about.
Hunter, Shawn and Glen were spaced out on a long couch and that is where he joined them. When sitting down he made sure that Mark's cell phone slid easily out of his back pocket and down into the cushions of the couch. He then chatted with the group for a little while. When he decided that was long enough he got up and stretched.
"Hey Jeff, what is that behind you?" Shawn asked.
Jeff put on a confused expression.
"What do you mean?"
"I think you were sitting on something."
Jeff feigned surprise and reached down between the cushions. Standing back up Glenn was the first to speak.
"Hey that's Mark's cell phone. He's been searching like crazy for it."
Jeff smiled and handed it to Glenn.
"Thanks. I'll give it to him when I see him next. He'll be relieved."
Jeff nodded and said goodbye to the group.
Damn I'm good.