From Jon to Dean (WWE Jon Moxley Jonathan Good Dean Ambrose The Shield)

{a/n: To understand this chapter if you aren't a long time Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose/Jonathan Good fan, its based on the 'I'm just a sick guy' promo - http://m/youtube.com/watch?v=zNGOY-jeYwI}

I frowned as Jill shoved past me with a camera man in tow and approached Jon before I could reach him.

"Nap town dragons, the nap town dragons-" Jon was crouched in the corner talking to himself as Jill interrupted him, pushing his back.

"Hey Jon, after your actions tonight is there anything you want to say to the crowd?" I saw Jon flinch as he rose slowly

"The nap town dragons stole my belt from me, but I didn't want it anyway" Jill tapped his shoulder again

"Jon?" and again

"Jon?"

"The nap town dragons stole my belt from me" he flinched as Jill pushed his shoulder particularly hard and started to hit his hand against the wall, I realised he still has the fork in his hands and clenched my fists.

"And it's burning my hand"

Jill took another step forward and patted his back again

"I'm right here in front of you Jon. Jon"

"My hand burns..."

I saw Jon's shoulder flinch and glared daggers into the back of her head as she pushed Jon once more, he froze finally turning to her with murder written on his face and wrapped his hand around her neck, shoving her into the wall

"What are you saying to me?? What do you want from me" Jon grabbed her face in his hands, pushing her hair back and into the wall further

"Can you not see that I'm getting ready for my match?? Can you not see that I'm getting ready for my match and I'm gonna beat Drake Younger Oh wait did it already it already happened he beat me already, like hey, what's your name?"

Jon pulled her off the wall and into his side, grabbing her hair once again

"You smell like you smell like the inside of my mom's purse, I kinda like it she used to hide tootsie rolls in there" he began twisting the end of the fork on Jill's cheek as she turned away to face the wall

"What did you want? What are you asking? You can relax a little bit I kinda like I kinda like that you're shaking a little bit-hey that's a nice shoe" Jon leaned down and took off her shoe "they they're not tall enough though I like it when-Drake Younger STOLE MY BELT and I-" Jon threw the shoe to the floor and began to whine

"I wouldn't want to be world champion anyway"

I stepped in and out a hand to the camera

"Alright that's it, that's enough, Jill please leave." She gave a slight nod to the camera man, whilst slowly sliding away from Jon, and he lowered his camera following her as she walked down the hall, I turned to find Jon whining nonsense and leaning against the wall banging the fork still

"Jon? Hey Jon? It's me Anders" I took a step towards him cautiously as I noticed him flinch again

"You probably don't know me but I'm Anders, I wrestle here too"

Jon stopped banging and mumbled out

"The camera the camera's gone? And that woman?" His eyes remained on the ground

"Yeah they're both gone, can I- I mean would you let me-" I stood infront of him and put my hand on his arm causing his head to shoot up, his eyes dead on with mine, covered in hate and anger, but all I saw was his whining, his plea for help