Season 1 Episode 1 : End of the Road- John and Bradley have a big announcement for their fans. LeBron and the Spectrum have to hold practice on the same court as the Stars. Kyrie gets to know his new team, the Pulse.

John Wall

Bradley Beal

Damian Lillard

LeBron James

Kevin Love

Russell Westbrook

Luka Doncic

John felt his world stop. Watching himself on TV was always weird but this time he wasn't playing basketball like he usually was. He was the center of the biggest gossip cycle since LaVine in 2017. He watched as GMZ continually ran the story. The same clip of Damian Lillard played again.

"Dame, can you tell us what's up with you and John Wall?"

"That's between me and John Wall."

"And his husband, right?"

"He doesn't wear a wedding ring when he's with me." Dame smiled as he disappeared into a big, black car. John could tell he was drunk when he said it, but it didn't make it any less true. In addition to showing the same clip forty-four times in three days, they had been speculating.

"Are John Wall and Bradley Beal headed for divorce in the midst of this obvious cheating scandal? We'll discuss, next."

"Why are you watching this?" Bradley asked coming into the living room of their shared condo. They had decided on moving to Minnesota as a compromise for them both working on opposite sides of the country. Meeting in the middle.

"I don't know." John said in a sigh, turning the television off as he got up to finish the bagel that had been sitting on the counter for the past half hour. "You packed?"

"Yeah." Bradley said looking down at the two gym bags laying at his feet. "My flight leaves in a couple of hours."

"B-" John started but was instantly cut off.

"John, please don't make this harder than it has to be."

"You're the one leaving." John raised his voice an octave, bewildered.

"I can't believe this. Shouldn't I leave? Shouldn't I have enough respect for myself that I leave when you tell me that the rumors are true, huh?" Bradley asked, visibly angry. It had been awhile since John had seen him like this. Tight-lipped, fuming. He knew he was truly done.

"You're right." John sat down at the island and buried his face in his hands. Bradley couldn't help but to feel something for the other man. Four years was a long time in their world, especially dating within the league with so many others looking to get their hands on you. John felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. He laid one of his hands on top and wiped tears from his face with the other. He sprung up. "You need a ride?" He didn't wait for an answer as he got up and grabbed his keys.

"Wait." Bradley commanded and John did as he was told. "Shouldn't we tell our fans?"

"Tell them what?" John said genuinely confused.

"You know, about the separation. Just like, addressing the media type of thing." Bradley suggested while John's heart sank. It was becoming all too real.

"If that's what you want...we can do that. It's not really anybody else's business." he slowly contested.

"None of this is anybody else's business, but Dame can't keep his mouth closed, huh?"

Luka made his presence known in the post as D.J. dropped his shoulder and pulled back only to miss the contested jump shot.

"Good D, Luka," Coach Bibby said as Rajon brought the ball up the court. In the off season, the Los Angeles Stars' coach, Mike Bibby liked to work his guys until they were nearly frustrated with him. While he didn't particularly like being hated, his strategy worked in making them hungry. Making them able to go up with the best of the best. Hell, it even got them to the finals last season, before they lost in a bare-knuckle, drag-out series, four to three to the Denver Fire. He was proud of his boys, and they had the utmost respect for the former two-time GBA MVP and five-time omega conference All-Star.

As Russell began to heat up, knocking down his second three-pointer in the last thirty seconds, Mike saw that Grant Hill, the coach for the San Francisco Spectrum had tried to call him. Mike's face flushed. He was nervous. What could he possibly want to talk about? Mike tapped the notification and began to call him back while making his way across the gym. "Take five!" he shouted before making his way into the hallway of the facility.

"Mike?" the voice on the other end of the phone sounded so welcoming, just as Mike had remembered from his playing days. Grant was always Mr. Congeniality.

"Yeah, Grant, what's going on, you never call me." Mike said fidgeting with the crucifix on his necklace.

"Me and my men are actually on our way to you guys."

"What?" Mike said, confused.

"Yeah, our building has a gas leak. So, we need a GBA caliber facility to practice in and you're the closest, so…" Grant trailed off.

"Grant, I don't know if it's a good idea." Mike said, now twisting his wedding ring with his thumb.

"Come on, what's the worst that can happen? We play some pick up games against each other, run some drills, hell, maybe you and me can lace up before we fly back to San Fran." Grant smiled through the phone. Mike laughed audibly.

"I can still kick your butt one-on-one, you know that, right?"

"That's the spirit." Grant said quietly, "See you soon." They both hung up smiling with the comfort of a long-time friend. Mike made his way back into the gym where Russell was still at the three point line.

"Westbrook, what does 'take five' mean to you, son?"

"Sorry Coach, you called that right while I was heating up. Gotta keep it going." He said, putting in another three ball.

"Okay well, put the ball down." Mike said as he waved his hands signaling the team to come and gather around him. "Look, some of you aren't going to like this," He paused looking at Rajon, the very outspoken staring point guard, in particular, "but the Spectrum are on their way here to practice with us."

"You're right, that's the dumbest thing I ever heard." Rajon said, angrily.

"Well they have a gas leak in their facility and we're the closest facility that's up to par."

"Bullshit." Luka said with his slight Slovenian accent from a sitting position on the floor.

"Yeah, all they're going to do is come here, flirt with us, throw off our game, laugh when we lose and leave." Isaiah, the team's rookie, pointed out.

"And if the rook is thinking that, Coach…" Rajon said not finishing his sentence.

"Look, I'll do my best to insure you all that that doesn't happen. It'll be good competition for you guys."

"They fucking suck." Rajon laughed. Russell smiled.

"Yeah, they only think they're better than us because of their position in the bedroom. We're going to beat them in scrimmage." Russell said, still cheesing.

"Y'all wanna bet?" Mike said, laughing to himself about his team's integrity and wit. "If y'all win in scrimmages today, no more practice for the rest of the week."

"Including Sunday?" Denzel asked abruptly.

"Including Sunday. But if y'all lose…" Mike searched for a punishment for the next four days. "If y'all lose, it's two-a-days for the remainder of the week. Deal?"

"...deal," Rajon, one of the team's captains, responded as he shook the Coach's hand.

"So how do you wanna do it?" John asked, almost silently as he and Bradley both sat at the island.

"I was thinking IG live would be the easiest." Bradley said, pulling out his phone.

"You sure? Why don't you just let your publicist get a statement?" John was frustrated. There was a part of him that couldn't bear the thought of headlines reading Wall and Beal Announces Split via Instagram Live.

"This is not for the public, this is for my fans, our fans." It was strange to the both of them, the amount of people who were rooting for their relationship, even before they were together. From when Bradley was the rookie that John consistently flirted with in every game they played against each other to their cheesy Valentine's Day posts. And to now, when Bradley had fans in his comments wishing him and John well and sending words of encouragement. John looked down and nodded his head 'yes' as Bradley opened the app on his phone.

He waited for his viewer count to reach 200 and it did so in a matter of seconds. "Hey everybody. I know this has been a dry few days for me. I haven't really been posting anything." he started. He made it a point to at least get John's right arm in the view of his audience, so they knew that they were together in this moment. Bradley continued, this time with a shakier voice. "I-we just wanted to set the record straight and let y'all hear what's going on from us." Bradley's eyes caught a couple of his teammates entering his live. Lonzo commented a heart, Markelle left a fist to symbolize solidarity. "I'm not addressing any cheating allegations," Bradley stopped to read 'are you guys getting a divorce'. "Me and John," John made his way into the frame with puffy eyes from crying off camera. "At this time, we find it best to separate and go from there. I don't want to talk about divorce."

"We're not going to talk about divorce." John said once again off camera.

"We really appreciate the support that y'all have shown us, even before this happened. We know who our real friends and fans are and will continue to update y'all, so if you don't know something about what's going on, there's a reason for that. I hope y'all have a blessed day because I know we will. Bye for now." Bradley ended his live and John put his head down. Bradley thought it was because this was the first time they were saying it out loud, but the truth was that John was ashamed. Ashamed that he let himself be so vulnerable with Damian on multiple occasions. Ashamed that he laid in Damian's bed and removed his wedding ring to show commitment to a man he did not love. Ashamed that he hurt Bradley in such a way.

Bradley rubbed his husband's back as a tear left his eye. Their phones lit up with calls and texts and social media comments and messages. He rested his chin on John's shoulder. "Walk me to my car?" he said in John's ear.