Author: Snarkcasm
Rating: Teen
Warnings: This is a blend of kayfabe and (totally make-believe) real life. I use the wrestlers' real names and the character names when appropriate, like during ring segments.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the WWE or the wrestlers mentioned in the story. This is a story of fiction and I make no money from it.
Author's Note: I haven't watched Wrestling for the longest time (after Jay had become injured, tbh). Yesterday, I just randomly turned on the TV to USA and...there they were. My OTP. Feels hit from all sides. And now I'm watching their older fights from this year. Boys.
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It's comfortable. Getting back in the ring with him. Even with all the ghosts between them. Even with all the shit between them. Breathe, block, retaliate. Punch, slap, counter.
They know all their moves from intense study of each other's tapes, of taking each other head on for weeks on end, of finally taking each other after even more weeks of tiptoeing around each other and recuperating after Jay's reconstructive surgery.
The hair-pulling is a little different but...not...unwelcome. By the heavy erection he finds across his back mid-fight, Jay knows he's not the only one affected.
When he's pinned—because of course he's pinned—he tries not to smile in the broad, bronze expanse of Randy's back.
Because they both know who the true winner is—
And it's not the man with the belt.
It's never been the man with the belt.