Wrestling One Shots/Short Stories

Jon Moxley Part 1

"There you are," I sighed, finally finding Jon after almost 20 minutes of searching, only to find the man watching the show on a monitor. "Hey baby," he smirked, lifting me and setting me on the crate he had been leaning on to put us at eye level. "I missed you," I pouted, giggling quietly as he leaned forward and nipped at the plump lip I had stuck out. "Oh, Punk is on." I gasped, getting distracted by the sound of his music playing through the monitor. Our attention went to the screen as the man approached the ring. "At least he doesn't have 15 lackeys that will get involved every 5 seconds." I shrugged, arms draped over Jon's shoulders as he stood before me, watching the monitor as Punk stood in the ring, soaking in the cheers from the crowd. "Ain't that the truth" he snorted, hands reaching back and rubbing my legs gently as we went silent once again, listening to the bullshit Punk was spouting. "And I feel sorry for that girl he drags around," the man in the ring suddenly said, both Jon and I perking up to see what he would say next. "She's a cute girl; it looks like she'd be nice. And Moxley is dragging her down, tainting her, and turning her into nothing more than a worthless skank for him to use." the man shrugged.

Jon was suddenly no longer in front of me as he ran for the stage. "Oh no," I mumbled, hopping off the crate and starting after him, hoping I could get to him before he could get to Punk. "Nope, you stay here," The man stated seriously, pointing a finger in my face. "Crate, sit," he ordered, pointing to the equipment crate just off to the side of Guerilla. "Jon," I started to say. "Quiet. Sit. Stay," he ordered, pointing to the crate once again, a pout sliding onto my lips as I moved and hopped up onto it, getting a quick kiss to my still-pouted lips before he disappeared. I watched the monitor with wide eyes as Jon was nearly possessed, trying to get his hands on Punk. He was swinging at anything that moved, whether it was the referees, security, or Punk. Finally, the referees and management got everything under control and started backing my boyfriend up the ramp even though he was still pushing against them and yelling at Punk. He slipped from their grip and almost got his way several times before being escorted from ringside. "Hey, baby doll," Jon grinned like a proud little kid finally backstage after trying and failing to get through security to get his hands on Punk. I tried to remain straight-faced but couldn't stop the smile and giggle that broke through with how cute he looked. "I tried to be mad at you, but you look so cute right now," I giggled again, wrapping my arms and legs around his body once he was close enough to me. "Just right now?" he questioned, picking me up and walking us through the hallways and back towards the locker room. "Okay, you always look cute but exceptionally so right now," I smirked, kissing his cheek sweetly as he walked us into the locker room, everyone giving various forms of acknowledgment before returning to what they had been doing.

"I gotta go see what TK wants; I'll be back," Jon sighed, slipping me off his lap and heading out the door after a quick kiss. I didn't think much of Jon having to suddenly go until I caught sight of what was happening on screen. I groaned loudly as I watched the man run out and blindside Tony Nese and Mark Sterling, who were on their way to the upcoming match. "Wheeler, Claudio, can you go contain him, please?" I sighed, the two men leaving with a quick nod. "I suppose I should make a note to send Nese and Sterling a fruit basket or something for that," I mumbled, getting a laugh from Regal and Bryan. The three of us watched as Claudio had to carry Jon away from the ring through the crowd. When a knock sounded, the three men weren't back yet; I pushed up to my feet and opened the door to reveal Tony Kahn standing with Tony Nese and Mark Sterling.

"Oh man...how much do I owe you?" I sighed, letting them inside the locker room so I could grab my wallet. "Match payout was a grand. My suit was four hundred dollars." Mark stated, "Fine for the referees and officials is fifteen thousand as per the agreement Moxley signed." Tony sighed, the number making me gag. "Three separate checks, please," Mark added as I pulled out my checkbook and a pen. "A grand for Tony, four hundred for Mark," I sighed, handing over the checks. "And a crisp, cool fifteen thousand for TK," I mumbled, passing the man the check, all eyes turning as the door opened to reveal the other three team members. "Oh...oops," Jon muttered, making me roll my eyes. "Yeah. Oops, is right." I sassed back, "Is that everything, gentlemen?" I questioned the three men before me. "I assume you'll be talking with him, and I don't need to?" TK asked, hanging back as Tony and Mark left the room. "He just cost me over fifteen thousand dollars. Yeah, I'll be talking to him." I nodded, glaring across the room at the man who was doing everything in his power to avoid my gaze. "Have a good night," he nodded, leaving the locker room. "Jonathan Good!" I shouted, taking joy in how he jumped and turned to look at me with a sheepish smile. "Yes darling, baby doll, the love of my life," he smiled, walking forward, arms wrapping around my waist. "You need to keep your anger in check. I can't fork out that kind of money every week just because Punk runs his mouth," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "I swear I will pay you back every penny and then some." he sighed. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't think they'd come looking for money so fast," he murmured, bending down and pressing our lips together. 

I could never stay mad at him; no matter what dumb thing he did next, I always forgave him. "Ugh," I groaned, pushing him back. "Fine. You're forgiven, but I'm serious," I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Have I ever mentioned that I love you and that you're absolutely gorgeous?" he mumbled, pecking at my lips. "Keep going," I prodded, knowing he was trying to make me smile, and it was almost working. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me; you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen, and I would be lost without you," he continued softly, the smile he was searching for finally pushing itself onto my lips. "There it is," he grinned, pecking my lips again. "Let's get out of here; I could use a hot shower, a hot meal, and some alone time with my hot girlfriend," he grinned, pulling away to grab his things and say goodbye to the guys before we left the locker room. "You're such a dork," I sighed with a giggle as he opened the car door for me very dramatically. "I'm your dork," he shrugged. "Yeah, you are," I grinned, leaning up to kiss him before he shut the door and moved for his side of the car. I would never get tired of kissing him, of being with him, no matter what stupid things he had done and would no doubt do in the future.