Somehow, the tag team with R-Truth continues. Truth doesn't seem to know if he's coming or going, sometimes supporting Mike, sometimes working with Judgement Day. Mike isn't sure what exactly to do about it, but they're still winning, so he decides to keep going along with whatever nonsense Truth is bringing to their matches. Don't fix what isn't broken, right?
Afterwards, he's sitting backstage in catering, lost in thought, when the chairs on either side of him move and he finds himself surrounded by Tommaso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano. "Mind some company?" Tommaso asks, fingers tapping absently against a bottle of water.
"Nope," Mike says. "You guys look exhausted."
Gargano lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Guess you could say that," he says. "Our flights got canceled a dozen times, then we had to drive close to six hours just to get here."
"That's what you get for living on the wrong coast, boys," Mike says with a chuckle and smirk, Ciampa rolling his eyes at him. "Good thing you made it in time, though. Look at us, both with wins against the Judgement Day this fine evening."
Ciampa hums. "True," he says. "But where's your tag partner at to help celebrate this impressive occasion?"
Mike snorts. "Hell if I know, he's probably off trying to sell more of those Judgement Day shirts."
"My question is who the hell's hanging out in the parking lot, looking to buy Judgement Day shirts of all things," Gargano says, rubbing his bottle cap absently.
"R-Truth fans," Mike says, smirking as DIY laugh a little at him.
"Well, we'd hang out a little longer but Candice and Indi's going to get impatient and come looking for this one, so we should go," Ciampa says, nudging Gargano.
"Yeah, our hotel room is calling our name," Johnny says. "Good luck with Truth and everything else."
Mike huffs. "Yeah, thanks," he says, watching as they take their leave of catering. "I'll probably need it." He shakes his head in amusement and sighs, dropping back against his chair wearily.
There's a fair chance I'm getting too old for this.