Chapter Two

"If you either weren't my brother or hadn't pushed your luck this wouldn't have happened."

Matt was slightly desperate at this point.

Jeff batted his eyelashes like the girl Matt sometimes thought he secretly was.

"You love me-"

"Tolerate..."

"And you know it. Now I think the only option we have is to work around the chain as best we can. Hopefully dead man will free us before tonight's show."

Matt made a face at that. What if he didn't? Undertaker wouldn't screw with performers so much that it would actually hurt the show. Would Vince come up with something? No, he wouldn't. Would he? Ugh this was giving him a headache and not much hope. Letting the matter drop for now he brought himself back to reality.

Both brothers proceeded to get ready as best they could. Some tasks like brushing teeth were executed quite nicely. They just laid the chain on the counter and Matt used his right hand to brush his teeth and Jeff used his right, the hand without the chain.

Getting dressed however was a goddamn nightmare. First they argued over who got to change first because they're brothers and idiots. Matt won out because he had the nerve to stalk over while Jeff stumbled after him to his dresser and start pulling clothes out. Jeff had been nicer, not wanting to cause unnecessary damage to either of them.

See? That's why he should have been the older brother.

Socks, boxers and jeans went on without a problem. Matt's white wife beater though almost turned him into a younger sibling beater. Jeff had to maneuver the sleeveless thing from his right arm over to his left so Matt could pull it on. Jeff, while being a Southern gentleman, could swear with the best of them.

Matt though taught him some new ones during those colorful ten minutes.

After the fiasco of simply clothing themselves, the issue of bathroom use was the next mini-war fought. Jeff kindly conceded first use to Matt and thankfully, you have no idea how grateful Jeff was, the chain was long enough that Jeff could sit outside the door.

Matt had eaten a burger the night before with fries and a chocolate shake. Suffice it to say, that meal was… evacuated from his brother's system in a most unpleasant and pungent manner. What made it worse that the door couldn't be closed all the way because of the chain.

Jeff was right outside the door and in the path of...well...ahem moving on.

After Matt was finished with his morning routine Jeff waited a few minutes because he didn't want to collapse upon five seconds of entering. Once it was safe he went through his routine and emerged a fresher, happier Hardy.

Breakfast was an easy affair. Matt ate light much to Jeff's amusement and Jeff ate two apples and some oatmeal. With breakfast over, Jeff finally got his wish: coffee. Matt had snaked the first cup so grumbling he helped himself to the second. After they finished they put their cups in the sink and each grabbed their car keys and stopped dead.

Shit.