The next day Ravyn stomps into the women's locker room with a chip on her shoulder. Luckily JJ is the first person she sees.
"Have you seen the card yet?" Ravyn asks angrily.
"Nope," JJ shakes her head and continues to get ready. "Haven't looked yet. Why?"
"Good news. We're working together all tour," Ravyn says sarcastically. "Bad news, I'm teamed with Corbin the whole time. He was such a twat Tuesday too."
"Eww. That sounds awful. I'll make sure Dolph super kicks extra hard this tour," JJ wrinkles her nose as if she smells something vile.
Ravyn shifts uncomfortably as she starts rummaging through her bag, "I heard a rumor that this stupid team of me and Corbin was Corey's idea."
"How the hell does he have that kind of creative pull?" JJ wonders aloud.
"I have no idea. I think he's spending a lot more time at the office, so he's probably going to get another network show or something," Ravyn sighs. "I figured when he couldn't wrestle anymore he'd just disappear."
"Scumbag," JJ huffs.
"And I was really looking forward to this tour too," Ravyn admits. "Now it's going to be ruined by being with that jerk. And Corey is here too... On the tour with us."
"We'll just have to try and find ways to make sure it's fun and pretend they aren't here," JJ says encouragingly. "Too bad Corbin is a six foot tall blundering beanstalk. But we can find a way to ignore his existence in the ring."
"A big stupid balding beanstalk," Ravyn grumbles.
The girls continue to chat as they get ready for the first show of the tour to begin. They're the second match on the card so as they hear the show begin they make their way to gorilla. Dolph is there waiting for them. He and JJ exchange an adorable kiss that makes Ravyn smile. The happy moment is quickly soured when Corbin walks up with Corey at his side. Dolph steps between them and the girls protectively, making Corey grin micheviously. He gives Ravyn a wink and blows her a kiss of his own.
Ravyn and Corbin make their way to the ring first to her new music. The fans boo them relentlessly but explode with joy when Dolph's music plays and the other duo make their way from the back. The match itself is okay. The heels eat the pin, giving JJ and Dolph the victory.
They repeat almost the same match the next night in Honolulu. Saturday is filled with sixteen hours of flying time as the roster travels to Adelaide, Australia. After a short delay waiting for their bags Ravyn and AJ get on the last bus to the hotel. They check in and take the elevator up to their room. Exhausted from traveling and lack of sleep they flop onto the king size bed. Moments later they hear voices coming from the neighboring room. At first it just sounds like noises, but then they hear someone yell "Daddy was a fall down man!" Followed by laughter.
AJ rolls his eyes, "Are you freakin kidding me?"
Ravyn bursts into a fit of giggles, "You know that if we don't go over there they'll never shut up."
AJ groans, knowing that she's right. He offers her his hand to help up her from the bed. She pockets their room key as they step into the hallway and knock on the door of their loud neighbors. Gallows opens the door skeptically, a huge grin overtaking his face when he sees AJ and Ravyn at the door.
He immediately slips into his Howard Finkel impersonation, "Making their way in to room 317 from the hallway... The current WWE Smackdown Women's champion, Ravyn Storm! And her tag team partner... The Intercontinental Champion of the world... The phenomenal, A J Styles!"
"Shut up Fink you piece of shit!" Karl shouts from the couch in the room.
"Fuck you Karl. I'm leaving," Gallows shuts the door behind the imaginary announcer and immediately pops back into his normal voice. "What brings you Hoots here?"
"We had a feeling you guys were talking shop," Ravyn snickers.
"You know how we knew that you were talking shop?" AJ asks as Gallows and Anderson look on intently. "We could hear you all the way in our room!"
Gallows smiles goofily while Karl assures them that they'll try to brother more softly. AJ and Ravyn take a couple of beers from the mini fridge and sit down on one of the beds. It doesn't take long for the two of them to get going on a rip about absolutely nothing at all. AJ sighs as Gallows starts singing his favorite song at the top of his lungs.
"He's a grizzled young vet, he's a grizzled young vet. Worked so many towns that sometimes he forgets. Doesn't matter if he's curtain jerking or the main event..." Gallows pauses as if he's trying to remember the words. "He's a grizzled young vet. He's a grizzled young vet. The house was so big that he thought it would blow, because he got a ton of color down in Puerto Rico." Karl howls with laughter as Gallows continues his jingle. "He's a grizzled young vet, he's a grizzled young vet. He worked a kid in Memphis that was green as goose shit, but it's a one bump comeback... Or did he forget?"
Even AJ is laughing by the end of the song. The four of them share stories and drink a few beers. Their conversation is all over the place. Stories from Japan, Gallows selling his gear to a Japanese fan, and finally settling on the topic of AJ's hair.
"Your hair is getting crazy hoot," Karl tells him. "It's like beyond soccer mom now."
"You gotta shave that damn little hairy belly," Gallows advises in one of his redneck voices.
"Don't you dare," Ravyn demands with a smirk.
AJ laughs, "If you think I'm going to take advice from these two idiots you're crazy."
"Easy there hoot," Karl pretends to be hurt. "If you're gonna brother me.. Would you please just brother me softly."
Eventually they're all on the verge of falling asleep. Everyone returns to their own rooms to get some sleep before their first show in Australia.
The buses drop everyone off at the arena in Adelaide by mid morning. The girls hit the ring together to stretch and roll around before the early afternoon show. By the time the show begins the girls are ready for their match. Tonight they have a six man tag. JJ and Dolph will team up with Zack while Ravyn and Corbin will be joined by Mojo Rawley. The heels go to the ring first, letting the babies get a good loud pop when they come out a few minutes later.
Ravyn and JJ start off, but quickly end up tagging out so they can save their stuff for the end of the match. Corbin stands on the apron with Ravyn while Mojo scuffles with Dolph. A second later and Mojo has dropped his guard allowing Zack to jump in and give the assist against Mojo. Corbin throws his arms out to the side in a display of frustration. In his expressive movements he manages to clobber Ravyn with his arm. She drops to her knees on the apron and grabs at her head, seeing stars from the contact with his strong forearm. She shakes her head, trying to get her wits about her. She can hear Mojo tag in Corbin while she sinks down to sit on the edge of the ring. Mojo leans around the ring post to let her know that they're coming up on the next tag. She shakily climbs back to her feet and watches the action in the ring.
After being beaten down in the corner Zack tries to make a hot tag to Dolph. But Corbin stops him with a big boot to the face. To ensure that he can't tag Dolph in, Corbin runs full speed at their corner, blasting Dolph off of the apron sending him rolling all the way to the metal house show barricade. Corbin walks back to continue his onslaught on Zack, but Ravyn's eyes are locked on JJ. She's down on one knee on the apron holding her right eye. It takes her a few moments but she rises back to her feet, knowing she needs to be there for the tag. A trickle of red lets Ravyn know that her friend has somehow been busted open.
Zack makes a frantic tag to JJ, forcing Corbin to tag Ravyn in. The girls lock up and manage to have a quick conversation as they work through the closing sequence of the match. JJ tells her friend that she caught an elbow from Corbin when he sent Dolph flying from the ring apron. Ravyn takes care to protect her friend as much as she can as she executes her finisher, then pins her with her feet on the ropes for leverage. The heels are victorious through cheating once again. Corbin and Mojo come through the ropes to celebrate with Ravyn. The guys each grab one of her hands and raise them high above her head. Mojo drops the arm he's holding to hand her the women's championship. Corbin, however, refuses to let go. With a death grip on her wrist he holds her arm up for an awkwardly long time. She finally yanks herself free and rolls out of the ring headed for the back.
AJ is waiting for her behind the curtain. He checks up on her while he waits for his match with Rusev to begin. A quick kiss as his music starts and she heads back to the locker room. Each step is painful after the match they had just had. She sees JJ sitting on one of the benches in the locker room, holding some gauze to her under eye.
Ravyn rubs at her wrist where a huge handprint shaped bruise is already forming, "You okay? You took a pretty nasty hit out there."
"You tell me," JJ pulls the bloodied gauze away from just under her right eye. "How does it look?"
"You might need a stitch or two," Ravyn cringes at the sight of the injury. "It's super swollen right now. Maybe some ice will do the trick?"
JJ goes back to applying pressure to her wound, "Brilliant. What's wrong with your wrist?"
"Fucking Corbin wouldn't let me go after the match. He insisted on raising my hand and he wrenched the hell out of my wrist," she explains. "But literally everything hurts."
JJ fumes, "Fucking jackass. Dolph was livid after the match. Zack had to stop selling the finish to help me restrain him."
"He clocked me wicked hard on the apron too. Right before you got murdered," Ravyn recalls. "Do you think he did that on purpose?"
"Honestly? It wouldn't surprise me. I mean how many times have you ever seen people get clocked standing on the apron? Let alone twice in one match," JJ reasons.
"Seriously. What an asshole," Ravyn stretches in an attempt to get comfortable. "We're going to look like we got into a car accident in a couple of days. I've already got bruises showing up. And I don't bruise easily."
JJ nods, "And I'm still a bruised mess from my workout with Billy at the performance center the other day. Since I DO bruise easily."
"And it's only going to get worse as they settle in. Ugh.. I just want a massage. And some French fries," Ravyn sighs.
"Ohh, French fries," JJ says longingly. "Let's go get checked out by Doc and make our men take us out for potatoes."
Ravyn smiles, "You're brilliant. If they say no we can just pout and show them our battle wounds."
"Yes, battle wounds definitely equal potatoes," JJ agrees.
The girls change quickly then make their way to Doc's office to get JJ a few stitches in the still bleeding cheekbone.