My Kinda Party

John smiled. "He might not be able to get in the ring. But I learned from Shawn, and I'll be his puppet I guess." He chuckled and dialed Shawn's number.

Shawn had just gotten back from walking the dog and picked up the phone, "Micheals residence. How may I help you?"

Carter waited patiently.

John smiled. "It's Johnny. How're ya doin', tiger?" He asked, smiling at hearing Shawn's voice.

Shawn smiled, "Johnny boy, long time no talk. I'm good, I'm good. How are you kitten?"

"I'm good, I'm engaged to this sexy, southern cowboy..." John chuckled, winking at Carter. "Listen, I need to ask you for a favor..." He started, biting his lip.

"Congratulations on the engagement! When do I get to meet him? And what do ya need kitten?"

"Actually... he's what I need help with. You see, he was gonna be on Tough Enough but for complicated reasons didn't go. I'm trying to train him before he goes on NXT but... our styles are just too different. I was thinking... could you help me train him? Like I'd just be your puppet so you won't have to get in the ring while you guide him. Please, tiger?" John pleaded.

There was a silence on the end of the phone, "John...the ring...I don't do that anymore..."

"Please Shawn, it's just a little training. It's private, and it's at my home. No one even has to know your doing it. Please Shawn... for me..." John whispered the last bit.

Shawn took a sharp breath at John's last words, memories flooding him. "Fine...for you..."

John smiled brightly. "Thank you so much tiger! When can you get up here?" He asked happily.

"I can leave tonight but I'm not making any guarantee's on when I get up to New York."

"Okay. We're not rushing. I just can't wait to see you..." John said, smiling.

"you have a fiance," Shawn reminded curtly.

"And I'm very much in love with him. I can't be happy to see an old friend?" John asked.

Shawn smiled, "Was just remindin' you kid."

"Okay old man. I'll see you soon." John said, smiling softly before hanging up and looking at Carter. "He should be here in a couple of days."

Carter smiled, "Thanks. Why'd you call him tiger?"

John shrugged. "Its uh... old nickname. He calls me kitten, I call him tiger. We're pretty close." He said, hoping Carter would drop it.

Carter knew there was more to it but didn't push, "Oh."

John sighed and laid next to Carter. "Yeah... so exactly how is baseball played?" He asked, wanting to change the subject.

Carter smiled, "Well yeh have the guy who tries to hit the ball. he's the batter. And then yeh have the outfield and inner field who want to get the guy out by tagging the base he's running to with the ball. If they get three outs, the teams switch who hits and who catches."

John nodded. "Oooooh. I thought it was just random hitting and random running." He chuckled and tried to follow the game.

Carter laughed, "No it's not just random hitting and running."

John shrugged. "Random hitting and running sound funner."