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Tag Team Partners

John sighed as he tossed his phone into his bag, the last text message just sending him over the edge. "I'm done," he growled, grabbing his bag before heading out into the hallway. "This is fucked up." He was mumbling under his breath and he mentally was to the point that it hadn't registered that he'd ran into someone until he was sitting back on his ass, looking up at the dark man. "Hey Ron. Sorry bout that."

Ron shook his head, rubbing his forehead before holding out his hand for John to take. "Yeah, no problem." He took the slightly smaller hand in his before hauling him up. "Actually I was just looking for you. Vince wanted to talk to us about something," he explained, bending down and grabbing John's fallen bag for him. "Something about a new tag team or something."

John nodded. "Great, that's what I need now," he muttered, gently taking his bag from the other man. He slung it over his shoulder before following Ron to Vince's office that was set up farther back in the arena. "I'm tired of all these crappy feuds. What's next, me and Finlay?"

Ron started to laugh. "It's better than getting beat up by fluff ball every week," he said, earning a laugh from John.

"I can't believe Nick was brave enough to snap a picture of him in the morning before he even brushed his hair. Who knew his hair got that messy as he slept that he looks like he has an afro in the mornings," John stated, laughing harder. "But you make it work every week."

"I speared him into the cake John, Matt wouldn't talk to me for a week. He was super pissed that he didn't even get a piece of that cake."

"I know that it's none of my business and all, but… um… are you and him dating?"

Ron paused, trying to keep a straight face before laughing hysterically. "Me and Matt? Really?" He tried to calm down a little before going on. "Naw, Punk would kill me. Matt and I live close to each other so we hang out a lot and we're into a lot of the same things. Nothing like that though."

John looked down at his feet feeling completely embarrassed. "Oh."

Ron threw his arm over John's shoulders, leaning and whispering in his ear. "How're you and Mike doing?" he asked, slowing their pace. He knew that Mike and John had an up and down relationship ever since they're split not only on screen the year before but also their break up. "Some of the other guys are worried for you."

John's embarrassment faded and a sadness took over. "It's not great, but maybe we'll at least work things out so we aren't fighting all the time," he explained, looking up into the dark brown eyes. He smiled slightly. "Who woulda known the Friday Night Delight still wants the Chick Magnet."

"It could be worse."

John rolled his eyes. "How?"

Ron thought. "You could always have a thing for midgets, Dylan wouldn't be safe. Poor little Hornswoggle," he joked, earning a good shove from the other man. "I hope it all works out for you."

John smiled, nodding. "Thank you Ron. It means a lot to me," he whispered, looking up into the dark eyes again. "Anyway do you know what kind of tag team he's going to talk to us about?"

Ron shrugged. "As long as I'm not paired up with someone like Nick I'm great."

John nodded. "Yeah me too."

They entered the office and sat down in front of Vince's desk, the other man reading a magazine, almost pretending to not notice them. He sighed, setting down the newest addition of WWE Magazine and looking at the two.

"I'm tired of seeing Mike with everything. Really I am. I don't know what the creative staff is thinking with all these belts but I'm getting sick and tired of seeing it. So this is the idea. John, as the Guru of Greatness you and Truth here are going to be the newest tag team and we're going to see how well it works out. I mean, it may take a while to catch on, but I think this will be pretty interesting. And your name with be "Truth and Wisdom"!" Vince explained, watching the shocked faces of each of his workers.

"Really?" John asked, looking over at Ron. "Us as a tag team? You think it'll stick?"

Vince smiled. "I do, now go train or whatever you do these days to get to know each other. "I got more work to do so get out and go home, rest, be back next week with some kind of knowledge of each other's moves. You're first match is then."

Ron nodded, looking over at John with a smile. As soon as they were out of the office Ron said, "Well that went better than I thought it would."

John agreed, sighing with relief. "I'm really glad that they put us together than someone else."

Ron nodded again. "At least we know each other, it's better than what they've done in the past where they just put two people together and they flop."

John nodded. "Well since Vince just told us to go hang out. You wanna go get a drink with me?" he asked, pointing towards an exit door. "The show is over and there were a few good looking bars close by."

Ron shrugged. "Why not?" he answered, walking with John back to his own locker room to get his duffel bag and follow John out to the parking lot. "You think we'll make a good tag team?"

John nodded. "I sure hope so, anything's better than dressing up to piss Drew off again."

"Lets get some drinks then."

"Yes!"

Once at the bar John and Ron were seated in a booth away from the rest of the place, hoping to keep random drunk fans from coming over and starting fights with them. This didn't keep the ring rats away though and even few minutes they would have to send another away.

Ron sipped at his beer, listening to the music play and just relaxed. "I don't know what we're supposed to be talking about," he said, watching as John fiddled with his phone more. "You must not be able to live without that thing."

John looked up, a little confused with the question. "Me?" he asked, setting the phone down on their table.

Ron shook his head, reaching over and taking John's phone and hiding it on his side of the table. "Listen, we're going to relax for a bit, I don't care if that means I have to break this thing and buy you a new one tomorrow but no one but your mom is that important that you can't relax."

John sighed, propping his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands. "Okay, you win. Just let me tell Mike good night and I'll put it away."

Ron rolled his eyes but handed the phone back over and watched as John put it away. "What do you see in him anyway?"

John stopped dead, his body relaxing after he looked down at their table that was easily littered with beer bottle and shot glasses. "He was my first love. We were best friends and we just clicked I guess. We were inseparable and then one day it all just went south over something stupid and I've been trying to get him to notice me against since then."

"John, don't take this the wrong way when I say this, but no one is worth that much effort. Especially if he isn't going to pay any attention to you." He stopped to take a swig from his beer bottle. "You're worth more than that John. Believe me."

"It's not easy for men like me Ron."

"For gay men."

"For bi men. I like women too, I mean look at Melina."

"Then this should be easier. You got more to look at. Whether it be a man or a woman you need to move on and find someone that's going to treat you right, like you deserve to be treated."

"I'm sure you're girl friend loves that about you," John muttered, feeling a little jealous that someone like Ron existed but would probably have no interest in him, or even men at all.

"I'm not dating a girl right now."

"Okay, let me rephrase, your boyfriend."

"Not seeing a guy either. Ever since Shelton and I broke up a year ago, I've been single. It's not too bad really," he explained, setting his empty bottle off to the side.

"I see. So, you don't get lonely?" he asked, wondering how someone could spend all that time alone.

"Of course I do. That's why I hang out with Matt so much. He's really cool and watching him and Jeff fight in the back yard with Shannon is some of the funnies shit I've ever seen," Ron laughed, thinking back on some of the instances. "I just spend more time at work and I do at home and I don't think about it."

John shook his head. "That wasn't quite what I meant but okay," John murmured, looking down at the fresh beers a woman brought them.

"From the ladies at the bar," the waitress said, pointing at the two women at the bar that were waving at them.

John and Ron tipped their beers to them and smiled.

"Then what did you mean?" Ron asked, the waitress leaving.

John shook his head, cheeks flushing. He wasn't going to answer if his life depended on it.

Ron let the silence hang for a moment. "Well if you meant sex, I don't think I've had it since Shelton and I have broken up really. I mean I had a fling with a girl from my home town for a few months afterwards but it didn't last and sex with her wasn't that great so I would make up excuses not to. Is that what you meant by being lonely?"

John nodded, hiding his bright red face in his hair.

Ron only giggled. "No reason to be shy now. I mean we're going to be seeing each other more often now and I have nothing to hide from you." He touched John's hands, making the man look up at him. "It's common knowledge on my end. I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me and I don't want you to think that you have to talk about anything you're not willing to share. So, if you don't want to talk about something just tell me. Okay?"

John nodded with a growing smile. He was starting to like Ron, sure he'd tagged with him a few times before and seen him goofing off with Matt before but he'd never actually sat down and had a conversation with him. It was nice to have one of those once in a while. "Okay."

Ron pulled back, taking his hands and putting them back on his side of the table. "Now, lets sit back and relax."

John smiled, thinking of something so suddenly that he couldn't stop it from leaving his mouth. "Since you don't have sex a lot do you masturbate to relieve the tension?" Before he knew it he was covered in the beer that was just in Ron's mouth.

Ron hadn't meant to spit his beer out at John at all, but the question took him so off guard that he couldn't help it. He looked at John like he'd grown a second head before starting to laugh with the other man.

John was cracking up. He couldn't help but laugh at Ron's reaction or how funny he looked with his eyes so wide. "I didn't mean to say that out loud. I'm really sorry," he tried to apologize, his laughing taking over several times to interrupt.

Ron shook his head, wiping his mouth on a nearby napkin, his mind blown from the question. "Wow. I never expected something like THAT out of your mouth," he admitted, shaking his head with a small chuckle.

"You really don't know me. My mouth runs faster than my brain does sometimes. It's a bad thing really," John explained, pulling his hair back into a ponytail to get it out of his face. "I know if I get stopped no one is going to believe that you spit your beer all over me."

Ron shrugged. "I can give you a lift back later and we'll come get your car in the morning," he suggested, handing John a napkin for the little bit of beer that refused to leave his face.

"Thank you. I have a question though. All those promos about Delicious Pretty Ricky, what happened to that? I mean, did you not like doing it anymore?" he asked, taking a sip from his beer.

"I loved playing Pretty Ricky. I still do. Someone from creative saw me messing around with JTG and Matt and they decided to make it into something but I guess it pissed a lot of people off and I couldn't do it anymore. So I still do stuff like that backstage to keep people entertained or to keep my self sane when I'm just sitting there for no reason."

John nodded. "That makes sense."

"Anyway, what made you dress up like William Wallace to piss Drew off?" he asked.

"Creative thought it up. I thought it would be fun, at least until I cut my eyebrow with that sword. I was sure that Drew was going to shit himself, his face was so red. Man he was pissed," John said, laughing hard again, remembering the look on Drew's face and how he had to almost hide the rest of the night so he didn't get his ass handed to him for that stunt.

"You think we'll have a change at WrestleMania then?"

John shrugged. "I don't know really. I mean I hope so. It would be nice, but lets see how we work as a team first."

"Yeah. Sorry, I'm getting nervous about it getting closer. I wanna get to WrestleMania so bad. It's not even funny."

John nodded. "Didn't you work for WWE before though?"

Ron sighed. "Yeah, back when it was WWF the whole invasion thing started and I was let go. And don't believe that crap you hear about me and RVD smoking it up either, that's all the crappy news companies trying to start crap from a story. I wasn't getting used to I wasn't too worried about it," he explained, shrugging. "I didn't do a WrestleMania then either. So yeah."

"You were in TNA though weren't you?"

Ron nodded. "They weren't that great either. Sure the schedule is better but they weren't doing much for me either. So I ended up coming back."

John nodded. "I see."

Ron finished his beer in their silence and smiled. "Well, I don't know about you but if I don't get out of this bar, neither of us is going to be able to drive." He laughed, standing and stretching.

John nodded, throwing some money down on the table. "You think we'll make it out of here without getting mobbed?"

Ron shrugged looking around. "We can always hope people are too drunk to recognize us."

John merely chuckled. "Well lets go then."

Once they were out of the bar and in Ron's rental car they were headed towards the hotel laughing at silly jokes the other came up with. Needless to say, they were hitting off really well.

Ron turned on the radio and out spilled a new tune hadn't heard yet, but he liked it.

"I know this song," John whispered, looking out the window longingly at the dark night sky that was only slightly littered with stars that were mostly faded out by the city lights. He breathed in, starting to sing with the song. "Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now."

Ron listened, John's deep voice almost melodic with the female's voice on the airwaves. He turned the radio down, and looked over at John, unsure if John would feel comfortable enough to talk to him. "There's one," he pointed out, the red blinking dot in the sky a jet airliner. "I won't tell."

John smiled softly. He looked up at is, unsure if it would be good enough to make due as a replacement for a shooting star. "Yeah," he whispered, smiling softly.

"What are you going to wish for?"

John shook his head. "Then it won't come true, don't you remember that?"

Ron shook his head. "'Course not. But you better wish on it before it gets away from you."

John smiled, looking away from the sky and at Ron. "I wish… I wish that some one would see me for me for once," he murmured, looking back at the sky and finding the fading red light. "Your turn, there's one."

Ron thought, pulling into the parking lot. "I wish that we make this the best tag team."

"That's so lame!" John chastised, laughing at Ron's giant smile.

"What? I couldn't think of anything else," Ron defended, laughing too. "C'mon, tomorrow we'll start training. But, I think we need some sleep first."

"Yeah me too."

John went to leave the car, stopping when Ron touched his hand. He turned, facing the other man, his body mostly out of the car already. "Yeah?"

Ron smiled softly. "I hope you get your wish John."

John smiled, blushing slightly, unable to say a word.

(A/N): Yeah I know Airplanes just came out a month ago but it's been playing over and over and over on the airwaves here and it's really addicting so I couldn't help but put it in here. Also this story starts in about January-ish. I'm a little rusty on when they really started tagging together, since this story was thought up a while ago. Oh well. I'll figure it all out later, even if the time line doesn't add up that's all okay too. I mean it is fiction. Past all that. This is chapter two. What do you think? I also don't know why this fic has attacked me so hard lately either, since I was thinking about it way back in March. Anyways. Tell me what you think. Title is Tag Team Partners by Living Colour

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