mini moxley || deanambrose (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: Men Will Be Men

Colby's PoV

'I don't know how many times I have to tell that chick, we're finished. . In fact no, scrap that shit. We never even started!' I sighed as I sat on the sofa in mine, Jon and Joe's locker room. It was pretty cramped, you know the standard changing room and tv with a counter; I could go on and on to bore you but I won't.

'Just ignore her dude, she's just desperate' Joe stated as he picked a bottle of water up from the counter, Raw was currently on and Big E was against Rusev. Not that I'm interested right now anyway but. .

'You can't fool me man, you know that shit started and it was good and hard' The ass beside me laughed as he nudged my arm. Everybody, meet Jonathan Good. Welcome to the start and end of your life now, the impact from this man is so great you'll need a eulogy.

'I thought they went at it slow and loud?' Joe continued Jon's snide comment and I could feel my anger bubbling. It's lucky Joe wasn't sat beside me right now. His lights would be out.

'Keep your fantasy allegations to yourselves' Joe adjusted his position on the sofa arm as I sat on the counter with Jon at my side, I scoffed at their remarks. They better back off.

'Who said they were fantasies?' Joe's smug grin was plastered all across his face as I looked across to him whilst taking off my gloves.

I glared at him as my eyes darkened, him and Jon were double teaming me and it wasn't fair, she may be obsessive and she may be slightly over the top at times but there was no denying she was hot.

'Shut it Leati' I warned

'She's worth nothing more than one dollar and you know it Colby' Joe shrugged carelessly

He never took my remark as what I intended and it made my anger rise, then again we were all over 6'1 so none of us could really intimidate each other, no matter how hard we could try. I hate to admit it but Joe could intimidate anything within a 500 mile radius of him.

'She was nice. . Enough' I rephrased 'I admit she was obsessive but I'm running dry here, I can never get out and find anyone. . I was desperate once and she's always been a slut so I tried it on and she took my bait. Ever since then she's just been constantly crowding my feet like a lost god damn puppy!'

Joe raised his eyebrows in a smirk as he watched Jon to the left of me, my attention diverted to him and he had a smirk on his face. Clearly my desperation was hilarious to him. 'What, like you wouldn't jump on anything with three legs Jon, we both know you would' I shot and he laughed to himself.

'Yea like I'd want to fuck some Diva wannabe' Jon smirked towards Joe and I felt myself tense. She may be a Diva wannabe but at least she had the body to actually deserve a good fuck once in a while. Wait? I'm starting to sound like Jon, his impact is rubbing off already. .

I'm dying.

'Well you've jumped Renee many times before Jon and we all know that, I don't see your problems with fucking a Diva wannabe?' I challenged and Joe gestured to me from across the room. He raised his finger to his neck and drew a line, apparently I was dead?

'That was once, she came on to me and she may be small but she can give just as good as anyone else in that Divas locker room'

'Liar. .' Joe spoke with a hidden cough behind his words, Jon scowled at him and I found it highly amusing that the topic was now off of me and the clingy Summer-Rae that I'd just told to fuck off.

'I've heard you more than on occasion in that God damn cupboard alone!' I laughed

'All you ever here from there is "oh Jon, Jon, faster Jon!".' I attempted to mimic as Joe tried to hold in his laughter by covering his mouth with the sleeve of his jumper that was lying behind him on the back of the sofa.