Roman and Seth silently did their laundry. Seth knew he'd had no business asking MiraBeth about leaving with them today or calling her 'Boss', but he had really hoped she would take the job. Roman was so furious with his friend that he decided silence was better than saying anything because if he said what he truly felt right now this friendship would be over. O-V-E-R. MiraBeth had shown the men where her cereal, bread, eggs, and bacon were before she headed out the door. No explanation, no idea of where she was headed. She just grabbed her keys and walked out. Roman could only hope she came back before he had to head to the airport but he knew that wasn't guaranteed. If she went for a run or got caught up in a workout she could be gone for hours. One of the reasons they were so well matched was her work ethic. His woman could keep up with him when they worked out together. No, she didn't have his strength but she could definitely give his stamina a go! He smiled at the thought. Side-by-side on the power towers, she could do knee raises and pull-ups in sync with him. She nearly kept up with him in push-ups. When it came time for dips (to build triceps, shoulders, and chest muscles) she began to falter but Roman was kinda glad. He wanted his woman to be womanly and not bulky. MiraBeth's shape was perfect, curvy in all the right places. I gotta stop this train of thought. Roman winced as he leaned over to reach into the washer, knocking his hardening front against the cold metal of the machine. When she gets home she certainly can't find me like this. Shoving his clothes into the dryer, he headed for the table to write her a letter in case she didn't arrive in time. "Better be prepared." he muttered. "Thanks to Pecker-Boy."

Seth was folding his clothes into his suitcase in the living room. He knew he had overstepped his bounds, but would she really disappear just because of him? He didn't really have that kind of power, did he? Roman had to mean more to her. She wouldn't hurt him that way. He zipped up his suitcases and looked around the room. Nothing left to do but get in trouble. He put on his shoes and headed for the front door. "Where do you think you are going?" Roman growled at his back.

"Out."

"Not a chance. You can't leave without my say so and I ain't sayin' so."

"You ain't my father and you ain't my boss. So back the…" The next thing Seth knew, Roman was coming for him. This wasn't a pre-planned get ready for it spear. This was a I-am-going-to-rip-you-in-half, your-head-and-shoulders-are-no-longer-attached-to-your-chest spear that knocked both men over a chair, across a table and into a wall. Seth felt the wall give. He tried to push Roman off only to realize that Roman was pulling back to throw a punch. Trying to duck, Seth only avoided most of the blow and caught the side of Roman's fist on the corner of his eye. He realized that the big man had lost it and was out for blood – his. Having no choice, Seth fought back.

Neither man heard MiraBeth return to the house. Neither man heard her walk in the back door. Neither man heard her put her keys on the table or call out "Stop! Stop! You two are friends!" They were too far gone. Punches and body shots reigned down from one to another. Neither man heard MiraBeth warn, "Last chance, boys."

ZAP!

Both men felt the prongs enter. They froze on the floor. Seth had his knee between Roman's thighs. Roman had his hand around Seth's throat. They each had a handful of hair. Both were covered in cuts, scrapes, bruises, and blood. Neither dared to breathe as they looked at each other with wide eyes.

"I press this trigger and you will BOTH feel 50,000 volts race through your bodies. The way you are tangled together, it's one complete circuit." MiraBeth spoke in a dangerously soft voice. "Don't move a freakin' muscle." She clarified when they both flinched. "I thought this sh*t was over and done with last night. Neither one of you two idiots can act right out of my sight." Roman opened his mouth. "NOT A WORD! Do you think I won't do it? Trust me, I will. I would have shot the intruders last night and I will taze your *ss now. The shock won't kill you but you certainly will remember it for the rest of your life. And Seth, you think wetting your pants was bad last night? You ain't seen nothin' yet." MiraBeth moved closer, standing right by their feet. "Let me guess. You two morons decided to throw punches because I left. I wasn't here so you had to blame each other. You couldn't wait for me to get back or, say PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL?! NNNNOOOOOO! Why would either one of you blockhead Neanderthals want to do that? Listen up, you idiots, and hear me well." She squatted on the balls of her feet. "I went to the station to turn in my badge and my gun." Roman's arms slid to the floor. "Yes. I quit. Resigned. Called Vince and told him I was coming to Connecticut with you two and had my Captain fax all the pertinent information that they would need." She pulled the used cartridge from her Taser and laid it on the floor. "So you two need to clean up the mess you made and get ready to go. I am not in the mood to deal with either of you." Turning on her heel, MiraBeth headed for her room and slammed her door.

"I think we are both f**ked." Seth muttered as he pulled and twisted the prong loose.

"She has to understand. She has to." Roman rose to his feet yanking on the wires.

MiraBeth opened the door. "Your best bet is to do what I said. Clean up your mess. I don't want to be able to tell there was a fight in my living room. Give yourselves some first aid. I'd hate for my first act to be to suspend you both." Roman raised his eyebrows skeptically. "Try me. Wait until you find out what Vince wants me to do..." She grabbed a suitcase from the hall closet. "Remember, Vince has had a lot on him since Hunter's backstabbing issue and some people have taken advantage of that and run wild. Vince wants a firm hand and control. I am to grab the reigns and reel these rule-breakers in. Things like naked pictures, two girlfriends threatening each other on social media with the wrestler's blessing, or two wrestlers fighting in someone's living room. That is going to fall to me. ME. What do you think, Roman? Ready for a suspension from your girlfriend? No? Then back off and let me COOL DOWN!" She stomped back into her room, mumbling the whole time. "What kind of stupid idiots are they? How in the h*ll did I fall for someone that stupid? I leave for such a short amount of time and he does the same stupid, stupid thing as last night. Doesn't he learn? How could he not trust me? What, did he think I was going to run off and hide until he left like a little b*tch? That I wasn't going to quit and that I wouldn't be woman enough to face him? Did he really think that he meant that little to me? If that's the case, we have a lot of issues. How could he think that? Doesn't he know I love him? My God, after everything we've been through together, you would think he'd have more faith than that. But noooo, he had to take the time to beat on Seth. Who knows why. Skunk boy probably deserved it. He's going to be quite the handful. But he's loyal and cute, like a puppy. He can be housetrained. I hope I know what I'm getting into. If the rest of the roster is like these two, this is going to be insane. Maybe I can bunk with Dean. I haven't tried to shoot or taze him." With her suitcase and duffle packed, MiraBeth turned towards her door. Seeing Roman she said, "The rest of the house is put back together?" He scurried off without a word.

Public Service announcement - Don't ever play with Tasers. Even the spent cartridges are dangerous with their pointed prongs. No, I have never personally had the experience of having 50,000 volts racing through my body.
But a lack of personal experience doesn't mean the knowledge isn't there.