The boys arrived at the arena and began dressing. It wasn't long before Jackson James knocked on their door. "Hey guys my dad said there's been a change on the card. Here's the update" he handed Chris a sheet of paper and left. "So its now a four way stable match" Chris read aloud, "Mexican America vs The Motor City Machine Guns vs Crimson and Tyson vs Generation Me."
Tyson was excited to team with Crimson but not to face his Sabin. "I don't wanna hurt you baby" he snuggled up to Chris. They kissed once and smiled. They tried to resist each other but couldn't. "I need to take a shower before the match" Chris said. Tyson caught on quickly, "me too! Grab your towel Sabe!" Jaime rolled his eyes and got up to get dressed just as Chris was opening a locker. WHAM! "Omigod.....Jaime?" Chris kneeled down by his friend, "oh shit....oh god he's out cold!"
Jaime slowly slipped into a dream world. It was the morning again and he was waiting for Tyson to come out of the bathroom. "Are you okay in there? Its been awhile" Jaime asked. Suddenly Tyson began vomiting, "I'm not too good." He emerged from the restroom rubbing his eyes, "that was sudden." "Are you alright babe?" Jaime gently felt Tyson's head with his hand, "you don't have a fever." "I'm okay now" Tyson smiled, "just very hungry. I think I'm gonna cook some eggs."
Chris was in the kitchen eating sausage as Tyson came in. "Oh god that smells so bad" Tyson whined, "its like I can smell the pig fat cooking bleh!" Chris and Alex dropped their sausage links. "Wow way to kill my appetite" Alex joked. "Stop being a jackass Patrick Martin" Tyson snapped. "Okay what's the matter?" Alex asked, "your totally flipping out this morning." Tyson started crying, "excuse me for just wanting a peaceful morning while eating my eggs with mustard and mayo!" "Baby" Chris held Tyson, "are...are you okay? Like is something bothering you?" "Yeah your acting like a pregnant chick" Alex snorted. "I am pregnant you bitch!" Tyson chucked an egg at Alex.
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