Believe in 3MB
With Seth, Drew, & Jinder now gone from their respective three-man factions, Heath comes up with an obvious plan.

Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose were getting ready in their locker room when the door banged open in an explosion of silver pants and red hair.

"Heyyy guys! How's it going?" Heath Slater asked in his cheerful drawl. He shut the door behind him and gazed around at the room, ignoring Roman's glare and Dean's raised eyebrows as he bounced past them. "This is some nice locker room y'all got here. Hey, there'd even be room for a third person! I mean, since Seth attacked you and all." Then Heath's back hit the wall and Roman had a fistful of his tattered shirt.

"No no no no," Dean said from behind the bulk of his partner. "You are not joining the Shield."

Fear flashed in Heath's eyes as Roman stared him down, but he swallowed it back and plastered a smile on his face. "No, of course not, man. I wouldn't ask to join the Shield."

"I didn't think so," Roman sneered, and loosened his grip, stepping back.

"I'm here to ask if y'all wanna join 3MB!"

Dean and Roman stared at each other for a second, then Dean broke down into hysterical laughter. He doubled over, holding his stomach and braying with mirth until even Roman chuckled and shook his head. Heath's smile twitched, but when he nodded and started to laugh along with them, Roman stopped and scowled. "Get out."

"Naw man, just hear me out," Heath started, but Dean's laughter stopped and suddenly Heath's vision was filled with heated blue eyes.

"You have nothing to say that we want to hear," Dean growled. "Now I suggest you strap your air guitar to your back and hit the road, before I find a way to beat that plump silver ass with it. And I assure you, I will. I will leave you a broken, bloody mess, and your little buddies aren't here to try and put the pieces back together anymore. Your band was a joke, and now your band is dead. If you wanna be dead too, by all means, keep talking."

To the surprise of all three of them, Heath drew himself up to his full height and tossed his hair back. "My band never betrayed each other."

Dean almost flinched, and Heath ignored the rumbling growl of the mountain beside him to focus on that flinch. "Triple H said Seth was the brains. Well I'll tell you, I'm the heart and I'm the fire, baybay. I'm the reason 3MB kept up and kept on. The Shield is all about egos clashing and force of will. 3MB man, we just wanna play! Did you ever see dissension in our ranks? But 3MB lacked what's it called, credibility. You two can bring that." A smile tugged at Heath's puckered lips. "And from the way you just talked about my plump, silver ass, I think you boys could use some play."

That time Dean did flinch back, and looked Heath up and down with wide eyes. "Hold on. Are you saying, you're offering your ass to get us to join your band?"

A sly smirk crept over Heath's lips. "Those cargo pants didn't hide a damn thing when we were tangled in the ring last week. I think I got plenty to offer if you join."

"You gotta be kidding me," Roman grumbled.

"No wait, let's hear him out," Dean said, rubbing his hands together. "Now, you mean both of us..?"

"Dean!"

Heath put his hands on his hips, his smile now cocky. "For band members? At the same time."

"Double penetration!" Dean exclaimed, slapping his hands together and gesturing at Heath wildly as he turned to Roman. "Seth never let us DP, Roman!"

"What do you got to lose?" Heath asked. "I'll keep you happy and together, and you can still kick ass. Plus, you get to wear leather and denim to the ring."

Roman's eyebrows lifted. "I do look good in leather..."

"We're in," Dean declared. "Wait wait wait... that ass isn't blown out, is it? I mean, if you've done DP before..."

"One way to find out," Heath said with a little shimmy of his hips.

"I'll handle this," Roman said.

"You wanna handle this," Heath replied with a smirk. Roman rolled his eyes and held up his middle finger.

"Finger test. Then we decide whether or not that ass is worth it."

"Fair enough, bro," Dean said with a nod.

Heath folded his arms over his chest, his mouth forming an indignant pout. "Hey now, that was not part of the deal."

"It's the deal now," Roman growled. Heath squeaked and threw up his hands as Roman's grey eyes bore into him.

"All right, man. All right." With a huff and a grumble, Heath turned to the wall and tugged his tights down in back. He braced his forearms on the wall and gave a teasing wiggle when he heard a low whistle from Dean. A sharp smack landed on one exposed cheek. "Hey!"

"Sorry, couldn't help it," Dean said, and Heath rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I get that all the time. Wait, dammit Roman, use some lube!" Silence as Roman and Dean looked at each other. "Ugh, at least spit on it. Damn."

Dean tapped his foot and rubbed his arm as he waited for the result. "Well? Come on man, tell me!"

Roman looked from his buried finger to his impatient friend. "Dude."

o~o~o

Heath Slater limped to Gorilla position and took a deep breath. He bounced around a bit, letting himself wince and shaking out his arms as he addressed his bandmates. "You boys ready?" There was no time for an answer as 3MB's music hit, and Heath's face broke into a wide smile. He ignored his pain and stepped through the curtain. Dean and Roman looked at each other in their new gear, Roman in leather pants and Dean in jeans and a leather jacket. They smiled.

"Worth it," they told each other as one, and leaped out to the ramp.