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"Well that wasn't too bad...what ye think, Hun?"
"Not bad. Way better than expected." John was feeling better about the whole situation. Sheamus moved, resting his hand on John's lower back as they turned one of the corners. They were getting closer to their room.

"Well isn't that a sweet...why don't you two get a room?" Swagger called out from where he was talking to Zeb, you could get a hint og a joking tone to his voice.
"That is so NOT what our forefathers had in mind..." the older man commented. Sheamus just took a deep breath and just tried to continue walking. John looked at Zeb in disdain.
"Shut the hell up. I'm just as patriotic as you are. Maybe more so." He was sick and tired of the abuse and comments.
"Yeah guess you queers think it's all cool now that Uncle Sam got rid of the don't ask don't tell policy...what's next he will be in a dress?"
"Zeb just drop it, Man." Jack tried to tell him.
"You supporting this?"
"I am supporting their right to do what they want."
"Sickening that is all I need to say."

Hearing the slur Sheamus closed his eyes to calm. "Come on, Hun...we know he is just one of many and we will just need thick skins." He opened his eyes and started to walk with John again. John, usually the calm and easy-going type walked with Sheamus, refusing to look at Zeb again. He was furious and did not want to do anything stupid.
"I want to kick his ass so bad. Fans I get...but coworkers? We are supposed to be professionals."
"Everyone is entitled to their opinion...just like we should have our right to live how we want...we sadly need to give them their right to be asses...just as long as it remains just words." They finally got back to the locker room. Sheamus reached for the door pushing it open. "Well home sweet home for a few hours at least."
"Yeah, thanks, Sweets." John walked past Sheamus and sat down. "Since I'm coming to your aid tonight I'll have to change into my ring attire before then."

"Well, you also have your face to face earlier in the night too." Sheamus shut the door, walking over toward John. He placed his hand on John's shoulders, giving them a light squeeze, then rubbing them. "Ye are so strong, Angel...I know this is hard." He leaned down to kiss him lightly. John returned the kiss with a soft smile. "Thanks, Sweets. So are you. I'm trying to be positive about all this. At least now we are free to be ourselves. In a way I feel badly for Randy."
"I know Angel...but at least to a point it was his choice. If he can't tell his family...how can he even try to tell others?" He moved over to his bag and began to remove his gear for the night.
John sighed. "I guess you're right." He looked at Sheamus. "Should I change my clothes now too you think?"

"I don't see why not. Ye don't even need yer pads." Sheamus walked over to lock the door. He then headed for his gear bag, stripping off his shirt and then bending to remove his shoes and socks.
"Nice ass, Baby." John flirted as he went to his own bag, removing a pair of cargo shorts, his wrist/arm bands and a The Champ Is Here t-shirt.
"Not nearly as nice as yours, Angel." Sheamus laughed as he stood back up to begin removing his jeans.
"That's your opinion." John laughed as he kicked his shoes off and began stripping out of his jeans. "I love watching you wrestle in your trunks."
"As our Viper would tell ye...yer ass could make black girls envious." Sheamus laughed before he began to work into his tights. There was a knock on the door. "One moment!" Sheamus yelled out.

"Oh damn! I wonder who that is?" John tried to hurry, pulling up his shorts and fastening them. Once Sheamus felt he was properly covered and he looked John over to see he was fine he headed for the door. He opened it to look to see who it was. He recognized the three men from their promos. "Hello, fellas, I guess ye be lookin for me...well both of us?"
"Yeah, we were told we get to put the hurt on you." Bray told him with a laugh.
"Aye that's how it plays...so we talkin this out or in thee ring?"
"The ring should work."
Sheamus looked at John. "Sound good to ye, Hun?"
"Sounds fine." John smiled at the three men. "It appears I get to try to take on all three of your asses." He laughed. "I'm excited for you guys. I hear the fan anticipation for you has been through the roof."

"Thanks, John...nice seeing you again. It's been a while." Bray told him with a smile. "As for taking on all our asses...I heard you get some unlikely back up." Luke seemed to have a nervous tic to him as they talked. "Come on, Boys." He gestured for Luke and Erik to follow him. "See you two out there in a minute." He then turned, heading down the hall.
"He doesn't seem a bad fella...the others I don't know...Guess I'll throw my sneakers back on for now." Sheamus walked over to put his sneakers on.
"Yeah, he's a cool guy. The other two do seem a bit strange but it's part of their gimmick." John changed his t-shirt and slid on his arm bands before moving to put his shoes back on. "Guess I'd better enjoy wearing this Champ shirt while I have the chance. Will you still want me when I'm no longer the conquering Champ?" John teased.
"When I looks at ye Angel...I nay see thee Champion...I see me heart." He smiled brightly. "Although that whole belt sex thing may be interesting." He laughed as he headed for the door. "I just hope their weird vibe is just a really convincing gimmick."

"Yeah me too." John followed behind Sheamus. "Ready to show the world who we are, Sweets?"
"Well we still have a few hours before that..." Sheamus took a deep breath..." Nothing like planning out yer own demise." They got to the curtain and saw Mark was out by the ring with the Wyatt family. "Oh fun...well should of planned that one."
"I really hate that guy." John mumbled. He couldn't look at Mark without remembering the welts he had placed on Sheamus and the panic John had felt as the huge man choked him, holding him in the air by his neck.
"Just be a professional and hope he does the same." He took John's hand, kissing the back of it before letting go and walking out. "SO FELLAS!" He called out clapping his hands together rubbing them together. "How ye see this dance playing out?"

John walked over to stand beside Mark. "How are you, Mark?" John fought to keep his tone friendly.
"Doing ok." Mark answered, his tone cool. Sheamus smiled at John's attempt to bury the hatchet, at least for the sake of the show.
"You want to hear...our idea?" Bray asked a little shocked. Sheamus walked over and hopped up to sit on the ring apron.
"Sure Fella, why not?"
"Well we are the rookies." Even if Bray was in the company before in many eyes he was still green.
"Aye, but ye all know yer personas better then John or I do...so let me 'ear what ye have in mind and we can tell ye if we feel it could work. If one of us sees an issue we can let ye know and together work it out. If both sides work it out it will feel more real...organic."
"Cool."
"I know Mark only is running interference so ye three don't whip Johnny's ass. He is longest going veteran here I am sure he wouldn't mind instilling some pearls or wisdom...now would ye, Mark?"

"Hu? What...oh yeah sure."
John smiled at Bray. "So lets hear your idea. I know you came up with a good one."
"Well, I won't be doing much of the actual beat down. I am more or less the orchestrater...the puppet master of these two." He motions to Luke and Erik. "I don't know if either of you have had time to view anything of ours besides the videos that have played during Raw."
"I am ashamed to admit I have not. I do like keeping me eye on the up and coming talent." Sheamus admitted. He hated the fact he had been too preoccupied to keep up with his study of talent.
"I'm ashamed I haven't either." John gave the men a sincere look of apology. "Sheamus and myself have been dealing with some issues and my mind has regretfully been elsewhere lately."

"Hey it's ok...people think we live, sleep and eat the ring. I know we need time to deal with real life." Bray tried to explain his view of understanding. "Well we come out with a dim light, I motion the light to go out sending the arena into darkness. When the lights come on my boys will be in the ring and focused on you, Sheamus. Go with a good standard beat down. At some point we will get you outside the ring. Since we need an effect to make it seem like you are badly hurt I was thinking of a good step hit. You know throw to the steps to push them from the ring and separate them. You get stretched near the middle and they slam them down to look like a head hit 'knocking you out'. I figure that is about the time you come out, John to try to make the save of him getting hurt more. Of course it is still two or three against one...and as you see none of us are small dudes."

John nodded, listening closely. "So how long am I fighting your two boys before Mark comes out to help me?"
"Figure not too long...figure let them try to get a few hits in...let you get one throw off and have him come down as we come back in...I'll give a sign and we back off...you know the classic live to fight another day bit."
"That works for me." Mark commented with an amused smirk. "I guess me and you then have a stare down and I take off while the doc checks Sheamus out."
"That sounds about right to me, Fellas."
"Yeah, sounds good, Bray. Should be simple to pull off." John nodded his approval.
"Ok so yer boys pulled all these before?" Sheamus asked.
"Yeah, Man, it's not as problem."

"OK That is the next to the last segment of the show...I have a match with Daniel that will lead to the beat down." Sheamus informed them of the lead in.
"OK then we will let you guys go and we will catch you later." Bray told them before he motioned to Luke and Erik, the two of them following him toward the back.
"I be honest those men are down right creepy." Sheamus shuddered.
"I know. Oh well, I've worked with strange characters before." John laughed.
"We all have, Hun."
"Hold on...all that shit floating around about you two?" Mark exclaimed.
"Is true." Mark pursed his lips as if debating something. "Hey that cool, Man." He laughed before heading for the back.
"Well shall we go and relax...ye and Mark have fourth segment I think."

"Sounds good...But I need to run an idea by you, Sweets. How about after my stare down with Mark and he leaves I run over to you while the Doc works on you acting all concerned. Similar to how I did with Zack when Kane pushed his wheelchair off the ramp. Except I could maybe give you a soft kiss and bend over you like I'm terribly concerned." John said.
"I would expect nothing less, Angel...ye are me guardian Angel...always looking out for me." He walked over to John, hooking his arm around his waist. "Plus Stephanie said she needs to see things that will show we more than friends." He went to kiss John's cheek then chuckled. "Wow...no one said anything...I'm surprised...maybe they were being nice." He started 'pulling' John toward the back. John laughed playfully as he was pulled toward his locker room.