Italics show a dream or vision Rusty has.
The feeling of dread was still apparent. I tried training, designing a new attire and creating new story lines. None of them took my mind off the feeling of dread or got me anywhere. Then I had a promo to cut on Dean and Roman. I formulated something that I'd remember before heading over in my attire. My green tights, with matching boots and a Theory of a Deadman hoodie. It was an old hoodie from when Gasoline was released, the only present from my brother before he died. It holds memories and the first concert I ever went to. Envious of those that had, I went knowing nothing and came out a changed boy. My favourite band without the deserved recognition for their genius ideas and songs. Every time I listen to them I find a relatable lyric or something romantic, yet never a worthy person to tell, except now.
"I team with my former team member in Seth Rollins. I'm not sure why, it's obvious we are the dominant members of The Shield. We've each beaten Dean and Roman. It's undeniable that we will win tonight because we are obviously the stronger team, we have the bond that they don't. Relying on their glue who has seen the light and joined me, was a wrong decision. The bonds are questionable between them, we are 100% solid and a team. Believe that and believe in Rollin Thunder." My promo was fuelled with anger and futility in the sense that their attempts are futile. It was very quick and abrupt.
On top of the promo, Seth and I had an advertisement to do to promote the UK tour. Seth and I stood side by side.
"This November we go head to head with Reigns and Ambrose." I began.
"They've told themselves that they are dominant so much that they actually believe it. We will prove them wrong when we invade the UK." Seth continued.
"Believe that and believe in the UK tour." I ended. The tour dates would be added to the commercial. The lists had been sorted. Seth and I were in Liverpool for Smackdown, Glasgow, Nottingham, Cardiff, Belfast, Manchester, Berlin and Amsterdam. We were also touring with Roman and Dean in Glasgow, Cardiff and Manchester. Berlin, Nottingham and Belfast saw us facing Goldust and Stardust. It was super exciting going on my first UK tour.
After the promo I was lost in thought about Christmas. It was approaching quickly and I had no idea what to get anybody. As we reached the locker room door I realized that I'd completely ignored Seth, I was so lost in my thoughts. I apologized sincerely and told him what I was thinking about. He accepted my apology before looking at me with the big brown eyes, pouted lip and the usual puppy dog face. He looked offended when all I did was compliment him on how adorable he is and completely ignore his request to hear what I was getting everyone for Christmas. I entered the locker room with an offended Seth behind me.
"What's up Seth?" Roman asked, smirking. Usually this was because he knew what we were going to say or waiting for a stupid off-handed comment.
"Rusty's thinking about Christmas presents and he told me nothing." Seth sulked, genuinely annoyed at me.
"Puppy dog Rollins, I don't know what I'm going to get any of you." I commented. He stopped sulking and quietly apologized before sitting next to Roman.
"So what would you like for Christmas?" I asked as I sat on the opposite side from Roman and Seth, next to Dean.
"Rusty, your love is enough, but since you're asking I would love some new toys to play with my lovers." Roman was a romantic, fucking machine.
"Yeah you are really enough, but I would any Glamour Kills merch, Bears merch or Harry Potter merch." Seth smiled while laying his head on Roman's shoulder.
"I have everything I need; I have clothes on my back, a roof over my head, food and drink in my stomach as well as other places and three amazing lovers that love me with all their heart." Dean the SAWFT bastard.
"Aw, I'll get you some panties to go with that pussy." I joked.
"Fuck off, I'm serious. I don't need anything except your ass on my dick tonight." Dean kissed my forehead.
"Fine." I sulked hugging him tightly. He giggled and kissed my forehead.
"You're so adorable." Seth smiled, turning the tables.
"Not as adorable as you are, you're like a little puppy. You just want squeeze you and hug you and never let go." Dean chuckled as Seth's face dropped. It's the truth, Seth is an undoubtedly handsome man, his beard is flawless, his hair used to be flawless now it's breaking, sadly, his body is a dream for most, he is a very intelligent person and a very caring person, his expressions both on-screen and off-screen are adorable and he does resemble that of a puppy. Roman is also a very handsome man, flawless beard, flawless hair, flawless body, very intelligent, very caring and also very intimidating. He's like a bear, snugly, soft and very intimidating and strong. Dean is also a handsome man, his hair is messy, but very soft and beautiful, his stubble is so cute, his body is amazing, a surprisingly intelligent and intellectual male with little knowledge of technology, he is unpredictable but romantic and caring. He is like a llama, unpredictable behaviour and resembles a very stupid being, yet could be a very intelligent animal. My lovers resemble animals?! While thinking this through, I lost all conversation and was completely lost, luckily Seth changed the subject. He probably saw the blank look on my face.
"I know, let's have nicknames for each other." Seth was over excited about this.
"What Deano, Romie, Sethikins and Rustic aren't good?" Dean asked shocked. No they aren't Dean, they're shit.
"I've never heard anyone call Rusty Rustic or Dean Deano or me Sethikins." Seth replied.
"Dean is my Lunatic Love, Seth is my Romantic Risk-taker and Roman is my Samoan Superman. Roman is Rom, Seth is sexy and Dean is Deanie." I made all that up on the spot.
"You two are weird. Seth is Seth, Dean is Dean, Rusty is Rusty and I am Romie. Although I do like your Lunatic Love, Romantic Risk-taker and Samoan Superman." Roman smiled.
"They're cool, but why am I Lunatic Love? Can't I be your Dirty Devoted Deed?" Dean caught on, such a great name.
"Aw, that's so true." Seth laughed.
"I remember you working a CZW show and being covered in blood, both of us were drunk, but his blood poured from his pores while I fucked him so fucking hard." Roman was a sadistic guy.
"I remember Jimmy Jacobs and I working a Dragon Gate show and being covered and I mean covered in each other's blood. We fucked in twenty different positions while blood flowed out of us like the Red Sea." Dean has a blood fetish, well fuck.
"Remember that time I had Jimmy backstage and I found you and him rolling around on the ground with kendo sticks and his spike up your asses. Speak about fucking fetishes. Don't think I've forgotten that time you tried to get Sami Callihan to piss on you because you were bleeding so bad and you thought you'd been stung by a jellyfish, while your bulge was showing in your trunks. I'm just glad you're done with that time of your life." Seth was ashamed.
"Those were dark periods where I loved blood, drugs, sex and everything that got me laid. I literally fucked a girl in a bunny costume, I'm pretty sure I would've been shit on if it meant getting laid. I was messed up, I'm a changed man. The only thing going up my ass is dicks of those I love and dildoes." Dean reasoned, no denying his past, just accepted that I needed to know.
Eventually, the show began. It began with a couple title matches. Intercontinental championship, United States championship, Tag Team championships and the Diva's championship. This was in the first two hours, along with a couple jobber matches and jobber rivalries. Into the third hour, the cell was lowered for our tag team match. Dean and Roman were up at the top door, ready to do their entrance, they'd been there since the second hour, just stuck in a closet. We waited at the curtain for our call to walk out. I could hear our music play and Justin Roberts' voice echo over the music. We ran out as he introduced the match. I ran to the right, while Seth ran to the left. We met in the middle before running down to the ring. Seth ran through the door and around the ring, jumping over the steel steps. While I climbed the cell. Our music stopped once Seth was in the ring and we were taunting Dean and Roman. The Shield's music echoed through the arena, as did Justin Roberts' voice introducing them. They raced down the stairs and both scaled the cell from different sides. I was being beaten up on the top of the cell. Seth eventually tried to help, and got thrown off and went through the Spanish announce table. It looked like he was thrown off in one of the old Smackdown VS Raw video games. He was going to feel the effects at Christmas. Seth literally looked dead, doctors and paramedics surrounded him. Roman and Dean stood at the edge and looked down upon the limp body, while I scrambled down the cell and raced to his side.
"You're lucky, he could have died upon the impact. He has sprained legs, arms and wrists. They will take around six weeks to heal. However, he needs a brain scan and to be checked over properly." That, that was heart-wrenchingly difficult to swallow, it would be worse for Dean and Roman. I was terrified, but it was that point that the main event was granted more time as we recovered from the information.
They climbed down the cell and began to try and attack Seth. Seth was using everything he could to fight them off until I came to aide him in the battle. Chairs lay around the ring, steel steps left haphazardly around the perimeter of the ring, tables were everywhere, the ring bell was in the middle of the ring, surrounded by kendo sticks and a couple pens. As a taunt Seth and I would sign things for fans and fight them both off at the same time. We finally turned our attention to our opponents and began a battle with them. They began to get the upper hand on us and dragged us into the ring to pin us one after the other. We both kicked out and began fighting back almost immediately. Soon we had the upper hand and were approaching the end. Roman and Dean were stacked up in one corner, Seth did a handspring backflip and elbowed Roman in the chest before I drop kicked Roman and he rolled out the ring as I jumped up and kicked Dean in the head. Dean dropped to his knees as I climbed the turnbuckle and Seth's foot collided with his head, hitting Avada Kedavra. With Dean on his back, I hit a 450 Splash and pinned him while Seth pushed Roman into the cell wall by diving through the ropes. The referee counted three and thus, we were announced as the winners.
Backstage, Dean was desperate for the bathroom, so he dashed to the bathroom, while we spoke to Joey Mercury. He gave us advice on our match and possible next steps for our characters. It was great advice from a respectable person who has been in our positions. He's a great mentor. We only spoke for a couple minutes because we were all gasping for water and needed it soon. Walking towards the locker room, we each grabbed a bottle of water and passed many people giggling and chuckling. Our locker room had loud classic rock music emanating from it. We knew it was Dean, what we saw behind the door was something really unexpected.
"YOU MIGHT AS WELL FACE IT, YOU'RE ADDICTED TO LOVE!" Dean was screeching Addicted To Love by Robert Palmer. That we expected, he was naked with his dick hanging out, swinging it about and dancing. Why me, why do I love weirdos, nerds and sports nerds?
Roman ran into the room and threw his boxers at him, while Seth and I reluctantly entered and closed the door, both very confused. Seth turned off the music. Dean looked at us and then at his crotch.
"Ah, you've seen it millions of times." Dean waved it off, we all stared at him with confused expressions. "What? I leaked a little, so now I'm naked." Dean explained.
"Fine, I'm just confused as to why people were giggling, did they come in?!" Seth asked. This concerned us, or me. I didn't want other people seeing his wang hanging out, it's for us only.
"Y'know what I've just realized? You have a lot of morals for being from a family with no morals." This questions Dean's intoxication, he wouldn't have mentioned it sober, is he drunk? I wasn't offended in any way, but it was unusual for Dean to speak his mind. I waved it off and headed towards the shower. There were murmurs coming from the main room. I questioned them to myself because I knew that they would tell me, eventually.
We were almost ready to go, I was tying my hair back and slipping on my black, New Found Glory hoodie, Seth was tying his laces and pulling on his green military jacket, Roman was tying his laces and Dean was pulling on his black beanie.
"Hey, what's happening with Thanksgiving?" Seth asked.
"What's that? I've never heard of that." I was curious. As a child, we had no money to celebrate events, Christmas was sad especially when I saved up money, as a teen, and I bought for my family, to have nothing in return. Thanksgiving I've never heard of, I was always off school around that time because it was around that time we had school play auditions and tests.
"Seriously?!" Dean looked alarmed. His drunk manner had worn off.
"It's the fourth Thursday in November. It's traditional to carve a turkey. It's to bless that years harvest." Roman explained nicely. "I'm not sure. I'm thinking one family for Thanksgiving, a family on Christmas Eve and the last on Christmas Day. Boxing Day, we will hang around in Vegas." There were a couple cheers from Dean.
"My family for Thanksgiving and then rock, paper, scissors for Christmas." Seth agreed.
"Cool, but can we go to my family on the Wednesday, just to see them. They also don't know about the four of us." Roman asked.
"Yeah, if that's cool with everybody else. My family don't even know that we were dating, never mind all four of us." Seth was serious.
"Seth?!" Roman was annoyed, I could tell that whatever happened would not be loving.
"Roman, I would have, had they met you and knew you before. They may not be all that accepting. I've not told them that I'm bi, this will be a huge shock. Thanksgiving, at least I can casually slip it in." Seth told him.
"I'm sorry Seth, but I don't want to be the cause of your family's problems. Please tell them before we go and try and sort it out if you have to, then I'll happily meet them." Roman stormed out the locker room towards the rental with everything in tow. Seth followed him with all his baggage. Dean and I were left in a tense atmosphere. I struggled for words, my head and heart agreed that Seth and Roman would break apart and leave only Dean and I. I couldn't talk, but suddenly I fell into the wall and onto the wooden bench below as tears fell down my face. Dean was cradling my body, telling me that it would pan out and everything would be alright. He was kissing my forehead and trying to get me to calm down. I knew in my mind that it was the end and that nothing could be done. I understood it all, but wanted them so bad. Dean can hug me, but not like Roman does with such warmth and safety, Dean can kiss me and flirt with me, but not like Seth when aroused, he was sex on chicken legs. Yet Dean in himself was an amazing catch, those lips did wonders, as did mini Dean and his fingers, that hair was so messy, yet so beautiful, his personality was so quiet, yet so pretty and those eyes make you lose every sense available. The blue pools gave depth and reflected him well. A young, quiet man who has been lonely so long that making friendships and sustaining relationships have to be learned at the age of 30 and not 3. Yet despite his lack of knowledge of popular technology, music, fashion and social media, he knows what people want, need and crave without seeing it explicitly. Without this knowledge, it shows how beautiful he is and that he pays attention to everything else about you and not what you want everybody to see. The beautiful male beside me can set an example to the digital age and show that technology doesn't matter, personality does.
Roman is almost the exact opposite of Dean. He's a muscly Samoan who was destined to be a great wrestler the second he was delivered. He is the man, he is the alpha male. If you're in need he will make sure that you're alright, if he's in need you should be worried, he ain't never in need. His pride will overcome everything. He actively uses Twitter and is fond of taking selfies. He is a romantic man, but around his friends he's the alpha male. He is quiet, but get him going and he won't stop. He is so defined and 'perfect'. His defined body, his defined abs, his defined arms, his defined legs, his defined face and his defined facial hair. His hair is evenly spread and not one hair is out of place. His hair is so well perfected, he creates art when he dries his hair. This man has had several relationships and friendships that he knows when you're there for the business and the money or for him. His Twitter aides him in the situation, but can truly tell whether it's a waste of time or you're true to your word. Roman shows that social media can be forgotten and that in a true relationship, you are the only one who matters.
Seth is a talkative, small male who is never out the gym or the ring. The two toned hair, shows two sides to him, the nerdy weirdo who is a hopeless romantic and the athlete who will not stop unless he is in dire need of something or within inches from death. His social media seems to come first, yet with you he stops and enjoys the moments he has. He knows how to sustain relationships and has done for years. He still talks to Marek, Shane, Jimmy, Lacey, Rain, and many others he's wrestled. The small male seems to be very private and quiet, yet he is the one who never stops talking and isn't completely private. He is a dedicated man who you must know well and know that if he misses one day at the gym to be with you, you're special. He is a loyal male and a hopeless romantic in certain situations. The handsome male doesn't stop communicating and is a romantic man that does anything to please those he loves. It was just a question of what he would do and if he would keep us and Roman.
Still heartbroken, I lay in the locker room weeping with Dean trying to soothe me. I just hoped for the optimistic choice, yet in my life it's also been pessimistic. These men I love are fighting, guaranteed I'll end up dead soon. The optimism has now faded and it is only a matter of time.