Chapter 52

"We are so fucked," Brian groaned that afternoon.

"How the hell are we going to break this to the girls?" Paul asked. "Kimbo's going to open a fucking vein when she finds out. And I don't even want to begin to know how Lana's going to take this."

"Dude, why did they have to split us? Of all damn people, they break up the longest-reigning WWE Tag Team Champions in history? Christ!"

"Yeah," Paul snorted. "God fucking forbid they split up Finlay and Hornswoggle, but they can split up friends of TEN FUCKING YEARS. So many fans loved us as a team."

"I can tell. People on fan boards are having a total shit fit; check it out. Some chick just posted a long ass rant blog about it. I guess we're not the only ones pissed off."

"Apparently not. Now I'm going to have to room with some assclown on the road. And God knows what dickhead you're going to be stuck with."

"We should have seen this coming after doing dark match hell for a month. But it's still a shock."

"I know, Spank. And it sucks ass. If it weren't for Lana and the kids, I'd jump off the second floor balcony right now."

"I'd join you, but I got Kimberly and a mini midget to think about."

"Yeah. So how we breaking this to the girls?"

"The only way possible, PL. We give it to them straight. They're going to find out anyway, so we may as well say something up front."

"Say what up front?" Kim wondered as she and Lana sailed in the door. "The kids okay?"

"Yeah, they're fine and all asleep," Paul nodded solemnly.

"What's wrong?" Lana asked. "Both of you look like someone died."

"Someone did as of three o'clock this afternoon Eastern time," Brian sighed. "Us as a tag team."

"WHAT?" Kim cried. "They can't do that!"

"They can," Paul said. "And did."

"Who the hell got that hairbrained idea?"

"The company dumb asses, who else? It seems the last few months or so, all we've done was get screwed. And now here is the final nail in the coffin," Brian grunted.

"Isn't it funny how in one minute, your entire life can change?" Paul asked.

"Yes, and this isn't even funny. What are you going to do from here?" Lana wondered.

"Eh. Fuck this. Fuck everything."

"You're not thinking of quitting, are you?" Lana asked, a little alarmed.

"I just might."

"But this is your dream, your life's goal! You're just going to throw it all away because of one setback? Oh no, mister, you aren't going down that easy! I know you too well. But I will say whatever decision you make, you have my full support."

He stopped short. "Yeah?"

"Yes."

"You wouldn't raise hell if I decided to resign? I'm not thinking it right now, but if I decided to?"

"Of course not. It isn't like I've never struggled before. The important thing is what makes you happy. I'm not going anywhere."

"Ditto for me. Besides, someone needs to kick Shortzilla's ass and keep him in line since PL isn't going to be around that often," Kim said with a reassuring smile. "I guess I can manage that."

"Yeah, and that will be plenty, being it's probably the likely scenario that I'll be fed to guys like Hunter or Big Daddy V now," Brian said, shuddering a little.

"And I'm still either counting floor tiles backstage or still stuck in dark match hell," Paul added. "The total height of our careers. Jesus."

"I'm sure something good can come out of all of this," Lana said. "As they say, things happen for a reason."

"Yeah. Only we're still trying to figure out that reason along with everyone else that followed our run. When you find an answer, let us all know, will you? I'll be upstairs."

Lana sighed. "Great, an evening of moody man hell in the new house. I just hope all of this passes by the time the twins get here."