Chapter 7

John and Teddy's POV's

I wanted to bring Teddy in on this chapter, because he can tell what he was feeling a lot better than I could. You'll know when it's Teddy and when it's me, because I'm more articulate, where Teddy's not. So, that disastrous meeting was just that, a disaster. Stephanie and Shane were playing what Teddy called the Kanyon card, and as we walked down the hallway towards the locker room, we discussed that.

"That is bullshit Johnny, complete bullshit! They can't do that. That is technically sexual discrimination!"

"I know Teddy, I know. But we're independent contractors to them, remember? We have no rights. They're our puppet masters. We do what they want, not what we want."

I had Ted with that one. He knew that too, but he sometimes forgot that. He's silly like that. We walked into the locker room we now shared, and I sat in the recliner that he'd brought with him. It was the ugliest recliner ever, because it was brown and it was a crushed velvet type thing. It was ugly, but comfy. He sat on my lap, pushing my hair out of my face.

"I'm sorry about losing the WWE title."

"Teddy, I could give a fuck about the WWE title. What I want is for us to be happy. You and me. The way it should be."

Just as he said that, the cue for Raw went on. This whole being on separate shows thing sucked hard, but we did it for the love of our professions. Sure, we saw each other three days a week, but him traveling to me and me traveling to him was making us tired. We just wanted to spend time together. We watched the monitor, just as we always did. And it shocked me that Stephanie was in the middle of the ring.

"Oh no…"

I said. Ted was busy, making the circuitous route from my temple to my neck. He was doing that tongue thing that I liked….just feeling it now gave me shivers. He stopped mid throat, and as much as that sucked, he looked at my face.

"What?"

"Stephanie's on TV, Ted. That can't be good."

Ted turned up the volume on the TV, just as Stephanie's squeaky, high-pitched boss's voice came through.

"WWE fans. Tonight, something momentous is happening…that's right. John Morrison puts his WWE title on the line against John Cena, Randy Orton and the son of the Million Dollar Man, Ted DiBiase, Jr. in a fatal four way match. There are no disqualifications, no count outs, nothing. Just four men fighting for one thing…."

I looked at Ted. Ted looked at me. We didn't know this was happening. It was supposed to be Randy and Teddy tonight and John and I tonight, but the shit was hitting the fan, and fast. This is the part where I turn it over to Teddy, because I want you guys (and gals) to know what he was thinking when Stephanie announced it. Teddy.

Teddy's POV

That guy can talk forever, can't he? Jeez Johnny, I was popping popcorn just to kill the boredom. Anyway, when Stephanie made the announcement, it was like a knife was going through my chest. How could she put me in this position without consulting me? I knew it was personal. It had to be. She had this vendetta against Johnny and I for being openly out together. You know what, fuck her. She didn't know shit about our relationship. I shook my head angrily and stood up.

"Can she fucking do that?"

"She's the head of creative, she can do anything she very well fucking wants. What a great way to stick it to me."

"She's trying to throw a wrench in between us, Johnny!"

"No wrenches. We won't let her. We go out there, wrestle our asses off, then go home to Riggs."

Riggs was my dog. He made me smile. Moreso than Johnny sometimes, but hey, Riggs came first. Just don't tell John that. He's got jealousy issues with the dog. He says that Riggs gets more of the bed than he does. Annnnyway, moving on as I dodge a nerf ball to the nutsack. I hugged Johnny and went to my bag to get my gear.

"My neighbor sent me a picture of the dog. He's sleeping on the foot of the bed again. We've got to break him of that habit before we leave again. Johnny, are you listening?"

"Somewhat. I'm planning."

Just then, a knock came on the door. I opened it and it was the Billion Dollar Princess herself. I rolled my eyes and bowed at her presence, in a mocking sort of way. Hell, I was the son of the Million Dollar Man. Stephanie looked at me and then looked at John and shook her head.

"What were you two doing in here?"

"Damn Steph, you just missed it. I made John come, twice. Such a shame, really. It's horrible."

"DiBiase, you are disgusting. You and John are up next."

"Yes Princess Stephanie."

"Fuck you DiBiase."

I rolled my eyes again. Stephanie was just egging me on, and it was so much fun. And the best thing was, John wasn't stopping me. I guess because he was in the same mood I was.

"You're not my type, Princess…I'm dudes only. But I'll be glad to find Jay Reso for you…he'll fuck you."

"Keep it up, and a suspension's in your future."

That was when John stepped in. As much fun as it was to torment Stephanie, we had serious business to attend to. He stepped in between us and turned to me, motioning for me to hit the showers. I nodded, did what he asked, and hit the showers. And this is where John takes over again.

John's POV…again

So, I heard that comment about Riggs you bastard…and about the popcorn! Kidding, I love you. Anyway, focusing. Stephanie was setting me up for failure. I knew she was. By now, I had the Morrison jeans on, bright yellow and tight to be exact. And she was standing there. She was eyeing me, and it was creepy.

"What?"

"I'm doing this for your own good, John."

"My own good? My own good? Stephanie, what's good for me, is that man in the showers. He's what's good for me. My life with Ted is what's important to me. Just remember this when you have lost two high profile superstars! I'm not going to tolerate this, Stephanie. Teddy and I are a packaged deal. Quit trying to sabotage it. You're doing this because I wouldn't sleep with you. Not unless I want a sexually transmitted disease…so. Here's the deal. What's the reason?"

"The reason is Vince is disgusted. He made an example of Chris Kanyon-"

"He made a fucking embarrassment of Kanyon, and I'm sure Pat Patterson too. But you know what, I will NOT be made an embarrassment of. I'll take my punishment when I've done something wrong. Ted and I will wrestle this match, but then we're going home."

And with that, I showed Stephanie the door. I watched her walk out, feeling exceptionally well about what had just happened. The next couple of months though, would be harder…especially when I found out who Teddy's attacker was…