Another night, another city.

Where the hell are we again? Oh yeah, Miami.

Who knew it would be ninety-five fucking degrees when we flew in? It’s fucking insane.

Anyway, here we are, Matt and me, about to team up for the first time in months, at a houseshow, none the less. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

I mean sure, I love Matt and love being on the road with him but there’s somebody else here tonight I wish would just fall off the face of the earth.

A lot of other people feel that way too but no one would dare say that to his face. They’re too afraid that he’d introduce their faces to his fists.

I guess I can’t blame them really. After all, he is a pretty big guy and that whole respect thing ain’t just a gimmick.

"Hey."

Matt’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"We gotta go."

I nod and stretch as I stand up. I follow him over to the curtains and laugh when Scott makes an obscene gesture.

"Stop hitting on my brother, man." Matt says.

"Oh, someone’s jealous." PJ coos.

"Fuck you." Matt replies then cracks a smile as I watch in amusement.

"Didn’t we do that on the plane?" PJ asks.

"Shut up." Scott laughs. "Someone might hear you." He looks over at me. "You okay?"

"Tired." I reply with a half smile.

"And aggravated." Matt adds.

"She with him?" Scott asks.

I nod as I try to hide my true feelings about the subject. "She’s traveling with him now."

"Why?" PJ asks.

"Maybe he got tired of dicks." I muse.

Matt, Scott, and PJ all smirk.

"You never know." I laugh bitterly. Fuck, what’s taking this match so long to end?

Finally, the other match ends and we hear the announcer announce our match.

PJ’s the first one out there, he gets a decent reaction from the crowd.

"Hey." Scott whispers to me.

"Mmm?"

"Where’s my good luck kiss?"

I smile genuinely and give him a quick but deep kiss. "Good luck." I whisper.

"You too." Scott whispers with a smile then disappears through the curtains.

I look over and see Matt glaring at me. "What? You jealous?"

"No." He scoffs.

I laugh and give him a soft, lingering kiss.

He groans and pulls away. "Stop that shit, we have to go out there in a minute."

"Sorry."

"Uh huh."

Our music blasts through the speakers and Matt bursts through the curtains like a kid at recess.

I, on the other hand, slowly walk out, do a couple gun symbols then climb in the ring. Sliding in is just not as easy as it use to be.

We hop on the ropes and do our usual poses then make our way to the middle of the ring.

"You sure you’re alright?" Scott whispers.

"Fine." I smile softly.

He smiles back at me and whispers. "Be careful."

"That word ain’t in my vocabulary." I laugh softly. I look up and see Matt and PJ whispering and smiling.

"Aren’t they cute?" Scott chuckles.

"Nah, we’re cuter." I smile. "Yo Matt, c’mon."

"Sorry." Matt blushes.

Scott and me laugh then climb out of the ring.

The match starts out slow, which definitely reflects in the crowd’s reaction.

I think we’re all just plain fuckin’ tired.

The pace picks up once me and Scott are tagged in.

A few more minutes, a Twist of Fate by Matt, Swanton by me, and a pin then it’s all over.

Matt helps me out of the ring and the minute we’re backstage, Scott has his arm around my waist.

"What hurts?" He whispers.

"Noth...the usual." Damn, he knows me too fuckin’ well.

"Trainer."

"No."

"Jeff." He sighs.

"Want you to take care of me." I mumble.

"Okay." Scott whispers. "Let’s get changed first then you can come with me in my rental."

I nod and let him help me to the locker room. He helps me change first then goes to do the same. I sit there on the bench waiting when I hear heavy footsteps behind me.

Fuck.

"You alright?" The familiar deep voice asks.

I just nod, afraid that any words spoken would cause a volcano of emotions to erupt.

"Alright."

I sigh in relief when he walks away.

"Everything okay, monk?" Scott asks softly.

"Fine now." I smile at him. "Ready?"

"Ready." He smiles and looks me right in the eyes.

The minute our eyes lock, I realize something I’d been denying for a long time. I am his, heart, body, and soul.

The End