I have no problem with the names Gus or Mertle. They just worked. There is some swearing in this chapter.

Gus and Mertle

"All right. Try it again." I glared at Petey and got back to my feet. I ran back to the ropes and I jumped onto the top rope and flipped back towards Petey. He stepped out of the way once again shook his head. "That's how you break a wrist. Try it again." I did it once more and he still wasn't happy.

"Screw this." I stepped out of the ring and headed up the ramp. A couple wrestlers had already shown up for impact tonight. Petey hopped out after me and followed me into the back.

"Fine we'll take a break. But you're doing it wrong." I whipped around at him.

"Just because I'm not doing it your way does not mean it's wrong." He just shrugged.

"Yea it does. My way's the right way and you're not doing it my way. That automatically makes it wrong." I stretched my hands out as if I was going to strangle him then pulled them back to my side.

"You're so fricking annoying." He leaned back and grinned at me. This made me even more mad.

"Really what about me annoys you so much?" I glared at him and pointed an angry finger at him.

"You're fricking voice is annoying and that dam stupid grin and your fricking name. I mean really. Were you named after a dam canary?"

"Hey Petey's an awesome name. Trinity. Now that's a freakish name." He said trying not to laugh.

"So it's better than Mertle."

"Yea so. Petey's better than Gus." He shot back.

"True." I nodded and realized how stupid we sounded. I burst out laughing and Petey couldn't help but laugh too. "I'm sorry." I leaned in and gave him a hug.

"I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you."

I cheered when Chris set Roderick in the corner. He backed up and ran to drop kick him. I gasped when his ankle bent and crumpled under him. It bent at a horrible angle and you seen his pain when he fell. He got back to his feet and tagged Sonjay in. They were still able to win the match, which meant they had a title shot at Against all Odds. I headed out to the hall to go and check on Chris. Petey stopped me before I got to the door.

"We're ambushing 3-D tonight." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Thanks for telling me." I barely stepped into the hall when I crashed into somebody. I quickly apologized and looked at a scowling Bubba. He looked at me as if I was a bug.

"You shouldn't even be here. The basterds on Team Canada only needed a squeeze toy to entertain them. You all should go back to where you belong." With one last shake of his head he walked off. I continued on to Chris's locker room. It was only him there holding an ice pack to his swollen ankle.

"How you doing?"

"Pretty crappy actually. Do you thinks there's a very good chance it'll miraculously fix itself by tomorrow night?" I took the ice from him and sat beside him on the bench readjusting it. Sonjay returned with a couple trainers and a few paramedics. They looked over his ankle and told him the usual. Stay off it, put ice on it and wrap it up. Sonjay plopped down and pretty soon everyone left the three of us alone. I knew I probably didn't want to know what was about to happen but I turned on the TV anyway.

3-D was fighting Diamonds in the rough. The match was interrupted when Chris Harris and James Storm came out accompanied by Gail Kim. The Diamonds left and AMW and 3-D yelled at each other for a while.

"As for Team Canada the day will come when we beat them straight back to that miserable country just north of us." I scowled at the screen and put my hands over my face when A1 and Petey ran out and slid into the ring. What were they thinking? Bubba and Deevon beat them both up and tossed A1 out of the ring. Petey was thrown out right behind him. The Dudley boys both reached under the ring and the crowd screamed when they pulled out a table. Chris sat his hand on my back.

Ray and Deevon grabbed Petey and threw him back into the ring. I knew that I couldn't go out there. The brothers set Petey up in front of the table. Eric came out of nowhere and hit Deevon in the back. Bobby wasn't far behind him. I cheered and jumped up. Eric and Petey beat on Deevon while Bobby and A1 took out Bubba. Eric quickly snatched their plaque and helped Bobby put Bubba threw the table. Bubba stayed on the ground. The boys headed towards Deevon and Eric and A1 held him while Bobby rubs the plaque in his face. Blood poured from the scratches and dripped into the pool on the ring. Petey walked away and got himself a mic.

"Now its time to respect the greatest national anthem in the world." He tossed the microphone down and all the boys stood at attention and sang along with the anthem. As soon as the guys left the ring I ran towards the hall to meet up with them. The guys all went into the locker room and Petey stood outside and turned to me. The look on his face told me he expected me to yell at him. Instead I ran towards him and gave him a big hug then a long kiss.

"You were so close to going threw a table you idiot." I slapped his chest. Then gave him another hug. I heard footsteps coming down the hall so I pulled away.

"Gus, Mertle." A.J. nodded to both of us and continued down the hall. I turned to look at Petey. He seemed as shocked as I was.

"Fuck you Allen!" We both yelled at him before starting to laugh.

BTW i just found out my brother is going to Orlando for a convention. Isnt that the most unfair thing. if he sees Petey or anyonehe better bring them back here. He doesnt even watch TNA and its soooo un fair.