What happens when a shy unspoken girl with a passion for wrestling signs a contract with Aew to become a female version of Jon Moxley? Will he train her to be just like him or will he despise her from the start. Will one of them fall for the other o...
I follow her out of the room and to the front door. When I step outside I see her holding her phone to her ear. She must not have heard me come out the door, or if she did then she didn't care. Slowly I take the phone away from her ear, hanging up the call. "Ashlee go back inside. You can stay here for the night." She shakes her head and tries to take her phone back.
"Give me my phone Jon I want to leave." I slide her phone into my pocket and turn to walk back inside. I stop myself, turning back to her, "no. You can have your phone back in the morning. You've had too much to drink and I don't trust cab drivers." I can see her face fall as exhaustion starts to take over. Stepping toward her I wrap my arm around her waist helping her back inside.
Softly I hear her mutter a sorry under her breath. I nod but remain silent reaching underneath her to pick her up bridal style. Making my way up the stairs I nudge the door of my bedroom open with my foot setting her gently on my bed.
I know I should have let her go but I just couldn't stand to see her walk away while she was that far gone. In the morning if she still wants to leave, then I'll let her but not tonight. Closing the door softly I make my way down the stairs to get a glass of water. As I sit at the island thinking to myself, I realize that I can't do this again.
I sigh putting my cup in the sink before walking over to the couch, trying to decide how I should handle this in the morning. No, I can't deny how I feel, but I can try and push it down for as long as I can. If Renee taught me anything, it was to not get involved with someone you work with.
Silently I walk up the stairs pushing open the door to the guest room. As I near the bed I grab a pair of shorts out of the dresser and shed my shirt before laying down. Drifting off to sleep I can only think of one thing as darkness takes over, Ashlee.
Ash pov
I wake up the next morning to sunlight shining in my face. Groaning I roll over and bury my face in the pillow. Breathing deeply, I try to get the pounding in my head to stop when I realize that this isn't my room, nor my pillow. I shoot up in bed taking in my surroundings, trying to figure out where I am.
That's when it all comes back. The bar, the patio, and that kiss. Oh my God, I kissed Jon. Fuck. What was I thinking, I know better than to get involved with a co-worker. "Shit not again," I mutter softly under my breath as I throw the blanket off of me. Standing up I stumble my way down the hall in a hungover daze, in hopes of finding the kitchen.
Making my way down the stairs I find that I'm not the only one awake. Jon stands at the island drinking a cup of what I can only assume is coffee. Not sparing me a glance, he steps back toward the coffee pot filling his cup. "Coffee?" He doesn't look at me as he asks this but I still nod my head not trusting my voice.
He open's the cabinet grabbing a CZW mug, filling it with coffee. Bringing the steaming cup to my lips, I take a drink. I sigh, "I'm sorry, for last night I shouldn't have done that." I can see him tense as I say this.
"Ashlee stop, just strike it up to a drunken mistake, and forget it ever happened." I feel the sting of his words as I set my coffee cup down and head to the front door. I don't understand what changed from last night to now, all I know is I can't be in that house anymore.
Pulling out my phone in an attempt to call a cab, it dawns on me that I have no idea where I am. I mean what am I supposed to tell them, that I'm at Jon Moxley's house. I don't think he would appreciate that too much.
I mutter a slew of curse words under my breath before making my way down the driveway. Before I reach the gate, Jon pulls up. "Get in. I'm not letting you walk nearly 40 miles to your hotel." I roll my eyes and keep walking, not bothering to reply.
"God damn it, Ashlee, get in the truck!" I stop dead in my tracks turning toward him slowly. "Why? Why Jon so I can sit in your truck for half an hour and try to ignore the fact that we kissed last night and for all I know it was the worst mistake of your life? No, I think I'll walk." Jon takes a deep breath before yet again telling me to get in the truck.
"Just let me take you back to the city. Once your at the hotel I'll leave you alone but at least let me do that." I sigh, reluctantly stepping to the other side of the truck climbing in. Buckling up I turn my head to the window not sparing Jon a second glance.
We drive closer and closer to the city and the air around us gets tenser and tenser. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach when I woke up and I guess this was the reason. I see my hotel come into view and before we even pulled up I was trying to open the door.
Without a word I hopped out of the truck and headed up to my room. This should be fun.
Time skip to debut
This is it. My heart is pounding out of my chest as I change into my ring gear. The boys are in the ring trying to tare each other limb from limb.
Stepping in front of my mirror, I try, with trembling hands to put on my lip stain without it going across my cheek. I have black eyeliner and a thin strip of red going all the way around my eyes. Gold, copper, and brown eye shadow covers my eyes in precise placement.
The girls in hair and makeup thought that having my hair half up would add effect to my character and adding small braids and string wrap definitely helped. Sliding my gloves on my hands I can feel the pressure rising. The only thing I can think of right now is don't fuck up.
Making my way to the gorilla I can hear my song come on giving me the go sign. I see the ref laying on the ground and immediately head for Chris.
He tries to stabilize himself on one knee but l land a superkick him before he can. I continue my attack until I see the ref start to stir. Jon makes a show of throwing Chris back in the ring. I look at him the whole time I step through the ropes.
Before Chris can even comprehend what's going on his head is planted on the mat and he is pinned giving him the win. Instead of heading backstage as we had originally planned, I step back through the ropes grabbing Jon by the arm spinning him to face me.
He takes me by surprise when he grabs my jaw bringing me closer to him. After a few seconds, however, he harshly pushes me away. Snatching him back I hit him with a Hell's gambit and walk backstage, leaving him on his back in the ring.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ok well, there's that chapter....... can y'all tell I love conflict. I'm sorry these chapters always take so long. Class has been crazy but I'll try and be better. Hope y'all like this and thank you for so much support.
