Just another story (Jon Moxley FanFic) *slow updates*

Chapter 6: Hungover

*Bailey's Pov*

So after finding Sami in the street we go back to the pub and get some beers. We spend a few hours in the Golden Gate before heading home.

Sami is pissed out of his head so he has one arm over my shoulder and the other over Jon's shoulder.
Jon and I walk Sami back to his house and then Jon and I walk back to mine. I invite him into my apartment and make him a cup of tea.

We sit and talk for a few hours before he decides to go home.

When he leaves I do the washing up and then get changed into pj bottoms and a sports bra. I brush my teeth, take my makeup off and put my hair in a messy bun before getting into bed.

***NEXT MORNING***

I wake up to my alarm so I turn it off and get out of bed. I jump in the shower and wash my body and hair and shave. I get out and put a towel around myself. I get back into my bedroom and go to my wardrobe and pick out an outfit. I get changed into black denim shorts, a batman crop top and I put on my black converses.

For makeup I just shade in my eyebrows since I'm just training until my match later tonight.
I put my hair in a fishtail plait and then grab my sports bag.

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I go backstage and I get changed into black gym shorts, a sports bra, ankle socks and my black converses. I put my bag in my locker.

I go to the ring to see Sami and Jon talking to each other in the ring whilst leaning against the ropes.
Jon notices me and he smiles as Sami turns around.
"Bailey." Jon's eyes light up.
"Hey." I smile at him.
I get in the ring and I look at Sami.
"How you feeling?" I ask him
"Shit." He holds his head. "I'm so sorry about last night, I must of been a mess." Sami apologises to me.
"It's ok, it was quite funny anyway. You called me Alex." I giggle.
"Oh no, I was pretty out of it then." He sounds tired.
"So we have some news." Jon interrupts.
"Yeah, ermm...." Sami tries to get his words out.
"What?" I say confused and a little frustrated.
"Well, we kinda have a match tonight." Jon tells me.
"Ok, why is it so hard to tell me?" I laugh.
"Ermm, it's kinda a no barriers street fight." Sami slurs out.
"You make it sound like that's new to me." I tell him.
"Yeah, but this isn't going to be like any match you've had before." Jon says.
"You and Jon have to have a story, like...more then friends story." Sami says still holding his head.
"Oh." I'm a little shocked, I've only known this guy for a few days and now they want me to have a love story with him?
"It's only acting." Jon says.
"Yeah, I guess." I reply.
"So you're in?" Jon asks.
"Sure, why not?" I say. "Are you?" I ask.
"How could I turn such a perfect story down?" Jon smirks at me.
"Alright now that's sorted out, can we start training?!" I ask them.
They agree and we start training together.

We do a few roles around the ring and then go onto lifts, well...me and Jon do some roles around the ring and go into lifts while Sami moans about his headache and that he might throw up.
Jon and I practice together a lot in preparation for tonight. Sami goes to the backstage area and it's just me and Jon in the ring alone. No one is in the room with us and hardly anyone is backstage.

We practice a lift where Jon picks me up and slams me on my back. He doesn't slam me down too hard, but he said he will tonight in our match.
"So what's going to happen tonight in and after the match?" He asks.
"Not sure, we can make a few plans before the show but try to improvise to make it look more real." I tell him.
"It's weird that a few days ago we never knew each other and now we have to be in love." He says in disbelief.
"I guess it's not a bad thing." I say.
"Yeah, I could have the story with Layla instead." He says making me laugh.

Basically Layla is a female wrestler that has never won a match since she started CZW, which was 8 months ago!

"So maybe after the show we can go out somewhere?" Jon asks me.
"Sure, as long as there are no cops involved." I smile.
"No promises." He smiles back and I giggle.
I look at the clock, it's 3:45! Have we really been training for that long? Wow, that went really quick!
"Maybe we should start getting ready." I tell him and he looks at the clock.
"Oh wow, that flew by. I'll see you backstage." He says standing up.

We go backstage and I grab my sports bag and I go into the girl's toilets. My match isn't for about an hour, but I like to watch the matches before mine backstage.