Close Call
A/N: Okay, so this is based on true events! I work for a wrestling promotion (and I'm not gonna tell the name, but it's in Iowa) and these wrestlers are real people that I know (But I'm not gonna reveal their real names either)! I am, in fact, the ring girl/wrestler in training and I saw this match that caused the slash fan girl inside me to mind freak me until I finally wrote this! So, you guys probably won't know these people, but I needed to post this, so here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for myself and the story idea!
Pairing: Johnny Wisdom/Krotch (Yes, I know, it's a silly name, but whatever, it's just a ring name)!
Johnny Wisdom through his gym bag down on his apartment floor, making his boyfriend, Krotch, cringe. He knew Johnny was pissed off after what had happened in their match earlier that night.
"Look babe, I didn't mean to kiss you in front of all those people! It was supposed to be a bite, but my instincts just kind of kicked in," Krotch tried explaining himself for the tenth time, but got no response from Johnny other than a cold stare.
After unpacking both of their ring gear and tossing them into the laundry basket, Johnny made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and gulping it down. He was in no mood for those lame excuses.
"Johnny, would you just listen to me? No one even saw the kiss, they were too busy screaming and hollering about the match!"
Johnny slammed the now empty can down on the counter, "What about that new ring girl, she was close enough to see out lips lock? She's gonna tell Bob and we're gonna be fired for sure!"
Krotch rested his hands on his lover's shoulders, causing their eyes to lock, "First of all, her name is Kristina and she's a real sweetheart. Secondly, she already knew that we were dating," When he saw the fire start to rise Johnny's face, Krotch quickly continued, "Her and I were talking backstage and I ended up telling her about our relationship. She was totally cool about it, and she even said that we were a cute couple! You should be flattered!"
"Still, one teenage girl accepting us is completely different from a whole crowd full of homophobic rednecks accepting us... If we're gonna be together, then we've gotta hide it better. No more kissing in the ring, no more secretly groping each other mid-match, and definitely no more quickies in the bathroom!"
"Alright, I promise, no more of any of those things!" Krotch had a satisfied smirk on his face, knowing he has successfully calmed his lover down, "Now come on baby, and let's go get in a few good fucks before tomorrow night's show!"
Johnny definitely agreed, lifting his lover onto and counter and spreading his legs, "That is something that I can do!"
A/N: Hope you liked it and it didn't confuse you too much! Lots of love ~ Mrs. David Hart Smith