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I Still Got Your Name on My Tongue - also on AO3

Adam, a new wrestler in 2012, gets shotputted back into 2006. Where he runs into a certain pink-haired menace, about to challenge for the HWA title.

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It’s not exactly dramatic, when it happens. Adam’s in the middle of getting a pump in before his Ring of Honor match with some guy named QT Marshall in the middle of a random town in Pennsylvania.

He jumps up, mid burpee, and feels like something snaps in the universe. It’s like he’s jumped too high and broken gravity, and it takes him too long to fall back to his feet. He stumbles, and now Adam’s in front of this guy with neon pink hair and a curled lip. He’s also, he notes, freezing.

“The fuck you looking at?” he asks. The guy rolls his shoulders.

Adam half trips over his feet, something akin to being dizzy taking his balance. “What? I’m – where are we?”

The guy stares at him, head tilting. “You drunk or something?”

“I – do you know where gorilla is?” Adam looks around. “I have a match soon.”

The guy laughs, head thrown back. The pink hair flies around his head. “Jesus, dude, you’re in the wrong place if you think we have enough money to build a real space for gorilla.”

Adam stares at him. “It’s Ring of Honor. What are you talking about?”

“This is HWA,” the guy says. “What the fuck are YOU talking about?”

Adam pulls off his hat and runs his hand through his hair. “I don’t – where even am I?”

The guy stares at him. “Ohio.”

Adam speaks before he can think better of it. “Ew.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with Ohio?!”

Adam laughs. “Other than everything?”

“What, like you live somewhere better?” The guy looks Adam up and down. “With those tiny little undies and John Deere hat you’re probably from, like, Virginia.”

“Hey!” Adam is offended before he can rethink it.

The guy snorts. “Exactly. You and them pretty princess curls can walk away now.”

“Says the guy with the pink hair.”

The guy shrugs. “The chicks like it, and dudes like to pull it.”

Adam, still dizzy, stumbles over uneven muddle terrain as he follows the guy into the venue, before he can stop himself.

“What?” the guy asks, pulling Adam’s shoulder to face him. “You some sort of homophobe?” He scoffs. “Figured. All you good ol’ boys are.”

“Excuse me!” Adam snaps back. “I’m not – Jesus, what a reductive stereotype.”

The guy shrugs. “Am I wrong?”

Adam can’t think of a way to convince him otherwise, but neither of them are wearing shirts and the pink hair really does look pullable and he’s 21 and stupid, so…

He leans in and kisses the guy, really making it count, and the guy hauls him in to kiss him back. When Adam pulls away, the guy’s hair is mussed. Adam almost immediately regrets it, since there are people around, but not a single person seems to have noticed. Nobody seems like they are paying a lick of attention to them. Adam relaxes.

“Shit, okay,” he laughs. “Not a homophobe. A good ol’ queer.”

Adam snorts. “That’s one way to put it. You got a match here or something?”

He puffs out his chest. “Sure do. In the main event.”

“You gonna win?”

“Fuckin’ watch me.”

Adam does. And he does a terrible job of being normal about it, even with the shivering. The guy’s name turns out to be Jon Moxley, and he fights like a maniac. His opponent, a guy named Pepper Parks, does not seem phased by the maniacal methodology and systematically wrecks him. Moxley loses, and Adam’s not quite sure why he’s still standing here. He doesn’t really even know where here is, let alone what to do next. But it’s a good match and a fun show, and he could always stand to learn something.

As he looks around and takes in the sheer number of people cheering the names of the competitors, he wonders if he’ll be here someday. Main eventing, with people knowing his name.

Maybe he’ll be able to do this full time, without grading papers in between matches.

Moxley, pink hair and swagger unaffected by the loss, finds him in the dispersing crowd.

“Hey,” he says, blowing a bright pink bubble and popping it in Adam’s face. He takes Adam’s arm and the two of them walk to what could generously be called backstage.

“You’re chipper for someone who just lost a title tournament match,” Adam says, leaning against the wall. Mox is doing this thing with his tongue, like he’s trying to make Adam watch his mouth. It’s distracting.

“I’ll get it next time.” Mox leans in, arm against the wall above Adam’s head. “You wrestle? Otherwise that getup is pretty weird.” He looks down Adam’s body slowly, flicks at Adam’s cap.

“Yeah,” Adam says. “Haven’t been doing it too long, though.” He frowns. “Weird question. What year is it?”

“Just hit 2006,” Mox answers. He takes another step closer, and Adam is extremely aware of the fact that they’re in the corner of the place, hidden just a bit from everyone else. “Happy fuckin’ New Year.” He sticks his tongue out, just a little bit, and smiles around it.

Adam should freak out about that. He’s not out to anyone at home – not quite safe to be bisexual in Virginia when it’s still illegal for two men to get married and all – but he’s messed around in college with guys way less cute than Mox. Mox steps into his space even closer, and Adam’s heart races.

“You know how to suck a dick?” Mox asks, slowly dragging his tongue along his lips. Adam’s got no impulse control. He leans in and kisses Mox, tasting that tongue in his mouth. Adam’s knees are weak as he’s pressed against the wall, as Mox wields his tongue like a weapon against Adam’s lips.

This is so much better than his stupid college hookups.

“You sure nobody’s gonna walk by?” Adam asks. “I don’t wanna get jumped or anything.”

“Nah, we’re good,” Mox says, and he bites at the side of Adam’s neck in a way that makes Adam bookmark it for later. “No second guessing?” He drops to his knees in front of Adam, grinning up like he’s the one excited to suck Adam’s dick. It’s very…backwards from what Adam’s experienced in the past.

Adam glances around quickly. “No, I want to,” he insists. “But, um. Nobody’s going to kill us for this or anything?”

“No, pretty boy. They’re all used to me getting on my knees for good looking guys with blue eyes.” And then his fingertips are in Adam’s waistband, and Adam’s trunks are on the floor, and Mox is staring at Adam’s dick like he’s hungry.

“You like doing this?” Adam asks before he can stop him.

“Love it,” Mox says. “What. You don’t?”

“I do!” Adam says. He thinks he might explode if Mox’s mouth isn’t on his dick in the next five seconds. “I like – blowing guys. But none of the guys have seemed to like it as much as I have.”

Mox’s laugh is low. “Well, baby, hold on. There’s a first time for everything.” He licks his lips, eyes locked on Adam’s cock. “It’s gonna be a wild ride.”

Mox sinks his mouth around Adam and it feels like heaven. Mox is into it – making all these delighted little noises, winking up at Adam, sucking his sanity out through his dick like he’s having fun.

Adam’s got to up his game. And his weirdness tolerance – he time traveled six years backward and now he’s getting sucked off in some community locker room. His head is spinning.

“Jesus Christ, you’re good at this,” Adam mutters. He shouldn’t be taking the Lord’s name in vain, but if there ever was a time to do it, he thinks it’d be now. He tilts his hips a little before he can stop himself. “Fuck. Sorry.”

Mox pulls off a little, and Adam’s eyes roll back in his head a little as he catches sight of a string of saliva and precome trailing from his own cock to Mox’s mouth. “Sorry?” Mox asks. “For what?”

“I – moved,” Adam says, words feeling like molasses in his mouth. “Without checking.”

“You’re good baby,” Mox says, and the way he pats at Adam’s thigh is weirdly reminiscent of the way Adam would soothe his 4H calves. “You’re so good.”

Adam decides not to examine his reaction to that particular phrase, and instead moans a little when Mox’s mouth is back around him. He shouldn’t feel this safe, this comfortable, this giddy. They could get walked in on. They could get beaten up.

Adam could be stuck in 2006 Pennsylvania forever.

But no. He’s hilt deep in the mouth of a guy who sounds like he’s enjoying it even more than Adam himself, desperate to get his mouth on Mox’s dick, and he’s not scared.

He’s not scared.

“Mox,” he pants, “can I…?” He rests his hand in Mox’s hair, who grabs it and shoves it deeper into the ponytail. Adam whines, high pitched and embarrassing, and, oh, there’s no way he’s making it through this.

He pulls at Mox’s hair. “I’m – I’m gonna.”

But Mox swallows him down further, and Adam comes so far down his throat and so hard he thinks he can see Jesus.

Adam’s breathing rapidly there’s a hint of a wheeze in the back of it, when Mox stands back up, grinning as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You sound pretty when you come,” Mox says, leaning in. “Pretty like your eyes.”

Before he can think better of it, he grabs Mox’s head and slams their mouths together, tasting himself on Mox’s tongue. Maybe he should think it’s gross, or weird, but he’s into it.

He turns them, shoving Mox against the wall.

“Your turn,” he gasps, fingers curled into Mox’s waistband as he drops to his knees. “I have to – I want –”

Mox grins down at him, flicking his cap off of his head. “Anything you want, baby.”

Adam pulls down the trunks to find something…odd.

“Do you usually wear a green thong under your gear?” Adam asks, face to face with a surprisingly well dressed penis.

“Only when I don’t think I’m gonna get laid after,” Mox says. “It’s for luck. You’re the first person to see my lucky g-string.”

“Normal people don’t have lucky g-strings,” Adam says, pulling it down Mox’s hips. He licks his lips.

“Yeah, well, normal people don’t claim to time travel, and they don’t suck strangers off in a bathroom.” Mox winks down at him. “I don’t go for normal. Not my type.”

Adam laughs and, with one more flicker of his eyes up to Mox’s, he sinks his mouth around Mox. He’d always thought he was weird, strange, wrong to want this. To enjoy it.

But Mox is uttering the best words of praise, fingers petting at Adam’s hair, telling him how good he is at it, and it feels so right.

He gets his hand involved, picking up some of the techniques from Mox’s blowjob to him earlier. Mox laughs.

“Quick learner and pretty?” Mox asks. “God, I won the jackpot with you.” Adam thinks he hears something like, “Best wet dream ever,” but he decides to ignore it. He’s busy doing something else.

“Pretty boy,” Mox says, breathing unsteady and ragged. “You better pull off if you don’t want me coming in your mouth.”

Adam does want it. He never let himself before. But he wants it. He picks up the pace, swallows Mox down as far as he can get it, and it happens. Mox lets out a litany of swears, and they shower over Adam like praises. He smiles around Mox’s cock as he pulls off, throat a little sore but well worth it.

“Get up here,” Mox grumbles, and he pulls Adam up with fingers tangled in his hair.

“Ow,” Adam laughs, leaning in to kiss Mox. “You don’t gotta pull my hair when it’s over.”

“Then why do you have such pretty hair?” Mox slides his hands through Adam’s curls and yanks again. It’s almost enough to take Adam out by the knees, but he manages. “Wish I could keep you.”

Adam shrugs as he adjusts himself in his trunks. It really is too cold to be wearing only this. “It’s, what, 2006 you said?”

Mox nods.

There’s another Adam, all the way back in Virginia, right now. One in the middle of his freshman year of high school, pretending his feelings for James aren’t the same as his feelings for his first girlfriend, Melody. “I’m way out of my time frame,” Adam mutters. “You’re taking my time traveling really well. It’s weird.”

Mox shrugs. “Weirder shit’s happened to me. Maybe you’re dreaming.”

Adam snickers. “Wouldn’t be the worst dream.”

They chat mindlessly, Mox untangling his g-string and trunks to get dressed.

“You, uh. You wanna head back to the hotel?” Mox asks. He scrubs the back of his neck with his hand. “I know we just met a few hours ago or whatever, and I’m sharing with a bunch of people, but they’re out getting dinner or something…” He trails off, a sweet, shy smile on his lips.

Adam exhales slowly. He shouldn’t. It’s not safe or smart.

But he wants to. And he’s never felt free like he does right here, right now, with this pink haired menace.

“Sure,” Adam says, stooping down to pick up his cap. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Before he can stop himself, he reaches out a hand.

And Mox takes it.

They talk – about nothing, about everything. Mox rests his head on Adam’s lap in the middle of a story that apparently requires a million hand gestures. Adam starts to feel comfortable. He knows he shouldn’t.

They’re halfway through what is a truly terrible episode of some weird sitcom that Adam doesn’t recall seeing on TV in his time when Adam starts to feel it.

“Mox,” he says, turning toward him. He meets sweet blue eyes and a concerned smile. “I think I’m –”

He blinks, and he’s back in the locker room where he started, except a few hours older than he was one second ago.

“Page, you good?” Mike Bennett asks, studying his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Adam lets the disappointment sink into his skin. “I’m fine,” he lies, still able to feel the tug of Mox’s fingers in his hair. He adjusts his cap, wondering if that will keep the feeling there.

He loses his match.

On November 18th 2012, a few weeks later for Adam and a few years later for Mox, Dean Ambrose debuts on Survivor Series. Adam Page is watching in a Virginia bar with his wrestling buddies and he chokes on his beer.

“Page, man, you good?” Alex asks.

Adam shakes his head, still staring at the guy on the screen. His hair is shorter now, scraggly across his forehead. He wonders where that man was in his own timeline when they collided. If he’d know, in his 2006 days, that he would premiere on WWE. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about the loss from the other week.”

Alex sighs and claps him on the back. “Happens to the best of us, bud. QT’s a good guy. Put you over nice.”

Adam snorts into his beer. “Three and a half minutes didn’t feel like it, though.”

“You’ll get there,” Alex says. He claps Adam on the back. “I gotta hit the head. Don’t beat yourself up too much, kid. You’re what, 22?”

“21,” Adam corrects.

Alex grins at him. “You’ll be a world champ one day, my guy. You can bet on it.”

Adam looks up at the screen, watching Moxley, with the same frenetic, weird energy tear up the arena. “Maybe I will,” he says, unable to fight a smile. “Maybe I will.”

It’s been seventeen years for Moxley and eleven and a half for Adam when Adam hangs him out of the ring with a chain. He wants to ask, wants to see if Mox remembers everything he remembers. But Mox is pulled away by his boys, and Adam’s dragged backstage to medical to get checked out.

“Hell of a shiner there, Hangman,” Doc says, clapping him on the shoulder. “Other than that, I think you’re good.”

Adam throws what he hopes is a grateful smile up to Doc on his way out. He’s in desperate need for an immediate shower or fuck, and he’s not particularly picky on which is first.

He makes his way down the hallway, on the way to the locker rooms, when the universe answers which thing he needs more.

“Moxley,” he says, and his voice isn’t anything other than a growl.

“Cowboy.”

Adam glances around, then grabs Mox by the scruff of the neck and shoves him through an emergency exit door, revealing the chilly March air and the delivery area.

“The fuck are you doing?” Mox asks. “You already won. What do you want from me?”

“I wanna know if you remember.” Adam clenches his fists at his sides. “You have to, right?”

Mox tilts his head to the side, staring at Adam. “Remember what, exactly?”

Adam licks his lips. “2006 for you. 2012 for me. HWA in Pennsylvania.” He searches for a memory that Mox would know confirms it. “I know you wore a neon green g-string under your gear. Your lucky g-string.”

Mox’s expression changes slowly, from confusion to understanding, to unfettered glee. “Oh shit!” Mox says, grinning so bright Adam’s almost confused. “Holy fuck, I thought that was all a dream.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “We fucked and hung out watching bad TV, and it was so good you thought it was a dream. What a compliment.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he takes a drag on his cigarette. “Let me tell you, Cowboy. When I saw you on New Japan, I about lost my mind. I thought I’d made you and your pretty face up in my head back then, and then you show up on my TV?” He shakes his head, eyes ducked to the ground. He’s still got blood in his hair. When he looks up, there’s mischief in those blue eyes, same as eleven years ago.

“Oh, so you thought I was the dream,” Adam teases. “Yeah, that tracks. You were pretty into me.” It’s too comfortable. It’s too easy.

“I told you then and I’ll tell you now: I got a weakness for pretty eyes,” Mox says. “Just like I can tell you getting choked out gave me a raging boner I’d love to take care of.”

Adam blinks at him. “You ain’t changed much over the years, have you.”

Mox drops his cigarette and grinds it under the heel of his shoe. “Not a bit.” He checks behind him. “I got the locker room to myself tonight. The boys are at gorilla for Bryan.” He sticks out his tongue and smiles around it, like he did so many years ago.

“This is fuckin’ stupid,” Adam says, but he reflects Mox’s smile. “You like getting caught or something?”

Mox shrugs as he leans against the door to push it open, body loose and languid. “Not gonna, but yeah. We could try that next time.” He winks. “You want Tony to walk in and see you on your knees blowing me?”

Adam shrugs. “Not the way I was thinking this time, actually.” He crowds Mox up against the wall. “How ‘bout I fuck you up against the wall?”

Mox shivers. “You got ballsy, Hangman. I like it.” He runs his tongue along his teeth. “Got more grit on you than the twink whose dick I sucked back in 2006.”

“2012 for me,” Adam replies. “But, yeah. Things change.” He shoves his leg between Mox’s thighs, and he groans.

“Been hard since the match,” he gasps. He pushes forward, rubbing himself against Adam’s leg. “Figured I’d be stuck getting off to the memory of last time.”

“Consider yourself lucky,” Adam breathes, and then they’re kissing. There’s no romance in it, none at all, and Adam’s determined to chase the same feeling as last time.

They’re older now, he realizes as his knees creak a bit as he changes the angle. Mox’s beard chafes his skin, and he’s pretty sure his own is roughing up Mox’s face. They both have more muscle, more scars, more experience.

But, somehow, it’s better. Adam’s fucked a lot and been fucked, knows how to make it good when he turns Mox around and shoves his pants down his hips.

“You like it like this?” Adam asks, biting at Mox’s earlobe. “Wanna get fucked up like I did to you in the ring?”

“Course I do,” Mox laughs. He turns his head and bites at Adam’s lips, leading into the kind of kiss that makes Adam want to be reckless. “Fuck me up, baby, prove you’re more than a pretty boy.”

Adam reaches back and smacks Mox’s ass, reveling in the while it pushes a whine from Mox’s chest. “Pretty sure I proved that tonight when I made you tap out,” Adam growls. “You wait there, hands on the wall.” Mox does so. Adam takes a step back, getting a good look at Mox’s body. Gear pants down at his knees, a handprint blooming on his right ass cheek, bruises building along his back. “God, you’re pretty.”

“Hey,” Mox says, a laugh behind his voice. “You’re supposed to be the pretty boy.”

“Not anymore, baby. You got anything?”

“Condoms and other fun stuff in the fanny pack.”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Adam says, and he wants to hide the fondness in his voice. He fails. “Fanny pack – what a dork.”

“Shut up and fuck me already, you dumb Cowboy twink,” Mox snaps, grin on his lips.

“You and I both know I’ve graduated way past twink.” Adam pulls out the condom and lube from the stupidest bag known to history.

Mox’s laugh is low, a little eager, a little reminiscent of way back when. “Guess you have.”

Adam lines up behind Mox. He’s still got layers of sweat on his skin, bruises blooming from the match from earlier, and yet he doesn’t want to be anywhere but here.

The distance in time was too long. Adam cares about this too much.

He turns Mox’s head and catches his lips, kissing him in a way he hopes isn’t too obvious. Mox kisses back, deepening it.

“Come on,” Mox murmurs against his lips. “This is cute and all, but I’m here to get railed.”

Adam smiles and pulls away, remembering last time.

“You got no more hair to pull, Mox,” Adam chuckles. “Things really have changed.”

“Shut up, pretty boy,” and the nickname takes every last ounce of resolve Adam had been trying to gather and shatters it.

“Fuck.” Adam lines his cock up with Mox’s hole. “If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Mox asks. “Give it to me, Cowboy. Make me feel it.”

Adam’s vision blurs out, not unlike that first time, when he slides into Mox. He still makes those pretty noises from way back when, still gets desperate and wiggly and lets out that string of praise.

“Feel so good,” Mox gasps. “God, Jesus fuck. If you don’t move…”

“Demanding,” Adam says, as he slides back out. He can tell Mox is about to say more stupid shit, so he slams back into him.

The moan feels like a reward. “That’s it. Right like that.”

Slow and hard, it seems, is how Mox likes to get fucked, and Adam’s always been one to focus on his partner’s requests. It throws him back to the night of the hotel bed with Mox – conversations, laughter, comfort. Safety.

Adam laughs, lacing his fingers with Mox’s where they’re pressed up against the wall.

“What’s so funny?” Mox asks, wiggling his hips back to fuck himself on Adam’s cock. It’s a bit distracting.

“Thinking about last time,” Adam says, and he pulls Mox’s hips back to the right angle. Mox sighs. “Lots of years have passed, you know?”

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Don’t remember your dick being this big, though.”

“That’s because it was in your big mouth last time, not your ass.”

Mox barks out a laugh. “You were so sweet and innocent back then. What happened?”

“I met you.” And it’s truer than Adam would like to admit.

“That was, like, six hours – fuck, right there – and we only blew each other.” Mox starts shoving his hips back harder, setting a faster pace. “There’s no way my dick sucking game is that good.”

“More the way you,” Adam interrupts himself with a grunt, “fuck, yeah, the way you made me feel like I was allowed to – to be myself.” He speeds up even more, because vulnerability sucks no matter what era he’s in. “Before we fucked, I was pretty closeted.”

“Glad to see I dragged you out of there,” Mox laughs. “Because this is fuckin’ great.”

They fall quiet for a while, and Adam lets himself feel the moment. There had been relationships and loves, mistakes and breakups, and everything always harkening back to the one who got away.

Now, the one he thought was gone is back to him.

“Mox,” Adam gasps, resting his head on Mox’s neck as he watches Mox push himself back on his dick. “Fuck.”

Mox laughs, flipping his hand. They’re holding hands. It feels ridiculous. It feels right.

Adam comes so hard he leaves fingerprint marks in Mox’s hip, unable to breathe steadily.

“Turn around,” he pants as he pulls his dick out. He pulls off the condom, ties it off, and throws it into the corner trash in one move. “Turn around. I wanna suck your dick.”

Mox barks out a laugh but turns. “By all means, baby. Lets see if that mouth is still as good as it was all those years ago.”

Adam rolls his eyes but he sinks his mouth down. Mox even tastes the same – it’s like traveling back in time.

“You still got the pretty hair,” Mox murmurs. Adam grabs his hand and plants it on the top of his head. “Yeah, I’ll pull.” He sighs. “Didn’t see tonight ending this way. But, Jesus, okay, I’m gonna –”

Adam doubles down and Mox comes down his throat. Just like last time.

He turns to press his forehead to Mox’s thigh, and Mox strokes his fingers through Adam’s hair. “Hey,” Mox says, quiet. “You good?”

“Mhm,” Adam mumbles. He leans back on his knees and smiles up at Mox. “So, uh. You wanna come back to my hotel room after this?” He gets to his feet, knees aching in ways they didn’t the first time he got Mox’s dick in his mouth. “I don’t gotta share with anybody.”

Mox’s smile is sweet, knowing. “That’s my line.”

Adam pulls his gear pants up his legs and falls against the wall. “Yeah? Well, it’s been eleven and a half years. Things change.” He bumps the back of his hand against Mox’s.

And Mox takes it.

Mini Playlist: Like Lovers Do - Hey Violet Hard Candy - The Summer Set Maybe Tonight - The Summer Set Start a Fire - Ryan Star

On another note, I want to speak as someone who was 21 and figuring out their identity in 2012, just like Hanger in this fic. Back then, queer teenagers on TV was revolutionary and opposed in almost every conversation. Gay was mostly used as a slur. Same sex attraction was stigmatized and mocked. Getting called a "dyke" in the bathroom by a straight girl, just because you made accidental eye contact in the mirror, was normal (and, yes, it was an insult.) We were in the closet because of necessity. Even in southern New Hampshire, I and my friends were not safe to be out publicly. My friend's boyfriend got jumped on the street after leaving a gay bar in Boston in 2012, a city that touted itself to be ~so liberal. I told a friend I liked her in June of 2006, and I felt the friendship fracture. She never allowed herself alone with me ever again. I told a friend I was bisexual in January of 2012, and she acted with such shock I wished I'd said nothing. Things have changed. While nothing is perfect and can always improve, this reminds me of how far we've come since 2012, and how much farther we need to go. Things are terrifying. But it is getting better. We shouldn't have to fight to exist. We shouldn't have to fight to love. But we will. And we are winning.

#HangMox #Hello welcome to the fic I began brainstorming in either January or February!#anxious millennial dreamboat #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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Forced To Believe-Dean Ambrose x OC The Shield Story Chapter 1- So, you wanna wrestle?

Author's Note: When I first published the story, a lot of these scenes, including about the Indies were flashback scenes later in the story but I made this first chapter to be an introduction on how Melanie got started in wrestling and how she met Jon and so on. But if you want to just go straight to her debut in WWE, you can just proceed to chapter 2. :) Also a lot of these gifs and photos are not mine. Credit to all the owners.

Word count: 10,000+

Warning: And just a warning, she has an asshole boyfriend during the Indies and there is some verbal abuse in this chapter with him just to warn y'all. And he had cheated on her and so on.

Chapter Summary: A young Melanie looks to her cousin to get her a job so she can build money to begin wrestling. She proceeds to meet Jon Moxley and builds a strong friendship with him while thriving in CZW. She begins dating a fellow Indy wrestler who isn't all who he seems to be

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"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Come on Mimi! I NEED~ this!" a 16-year-old Melanie pestered her big cousin.

She had been asking her 20-year-old cousin to pull some strings and get her a job so she could raise money to wrestle. It had only been a couple of years ago that she found out that the Ninth Wonder of the World, Chyna, is her cousin, and began to watch any type of wrestling she could. Whenever it was live on TV or tapes, she knew this was what she wanted to do.

"You are not messing up that face of yours." Mimi huffed, sternly gazing at her cousin, ignoring her pleading green eyes.

Melanie ran a hand through her straight, dark brown hair. What would it take for her to just say yes? She really wanted this.

"Please. I really want to wrestle. I need the money so I can start learning."

"Want." Mimi corrected, rolling her eyes.

"Need!"

"Ugh. Why don't you be a model like me? Or go into business for college just like your mom wants?"

"No way! I'm tired of people telling me what I should do in life. I know this is what I want to do. I've been watching the wrestling team at school, it's so awesome! Wrestling is great!"

Mimi scoffed. She couldn't believe her ears. "Oh ho ho...so the wrestling coach is responsible for this?"

"Well remember the time I had to stay after school to make up a gym class? That's when I saw the wrestling team up close and personal. He even has a couple students that go to local independent wrestling companies! Ain't that cool? Now come on! Do this for me! I do everything for you. Return the favor. I'll even pay you in back rubs or something!"

"You're gonna be the death of me...fine. I can pull some strings." Mimi sighed.

"YES!" Melanie jumped on her for a big hug.

"Ew! Get off of me! No touching!" Mimi shoved her off. "You owe me. You're lucky you have a cousin who models and knows people. Let's go."

Just a few days later, Melanie was already working as a waitress in a local restaurant thanks to Mimi pulling some strings. The employees kept a strict eye on her, since she was only 16, and were cautious about underage drinking since there was also a bar. But after a few months, she gained their trust. Melanie enjoyed the job and was very grateful. One step further until she could finally learn how to wrestle.

During one weekend, the restaurant was very busy and crowded as 18-year-old Jon Good, Cody Hawk, and a couple of his HWA (Heartland Wrestling Association) guy friends managed to take the last available table to celebrate a good day's work of wrestling.

"Laurer, take care of that table." The manager called before walking back into the kitchen.

"No problem!" The teen made her way over to Jon's table. "Hey, dudes. What would you like?"

Everyone made their orders and then she turned her attention to Jon. "And you?" she inquired kindly.

Making eye contact with the girl, he shrugged and scratched the back of his head. "Ah, just a beer." He replied in his slightly high-pitched voice.

"May I ask how old you are?"

"18..." he let out a sigh, awaiting rejection.

Melanie observed him for a while. He looked around her age and decided to give him a break. His group looked like they were celebrating.

She looked around and said in a low voice, "Okay, look I'll give you only two beers, max. But you gotta promise me that you won't drive if you drink these beers tonight, got it?"

Jon did a double-take at the female. He wasn't expecting that kind of answer. Nor kindness.

"A-all right. Thanks," he answered with appreciation in his voice.

"No problem, man," she replied and turned to Cody Hawk. "I'm guessing you're responsible for everyone, tonight. Make sure he gets home safely. Don't want the dude to get in trouble with the police for underage drinking."

Cody smiled and nodded. "Yes ma'am."

A couple months later, Melanie is back at the restaurant, working hard. She still was nowhere near the amount of money to get wrestling gear, lessons, and other things, but she was still going to be persistent. She knew it was going to be hard work. Heading over to a table, she noticed some familiar faces.

Cody Hawk looked up and observed her for a couple of seconds before something clicked in his brain. "Hey, I remember you. You told my boy, Jon, to not drink and drive."

A smile came across her lips as the fond memory popped into her head. "Oh yeah! Nice to see you, guys again! How have you been?"

"Great. I see you're still working here."

"Yeah, trying to save money to wrestle."

The word wrestle made Jon's ears perk up as he turned to study her. "Really? You wanna wrestle, huh?" Jon inquired.

Melanie nodded eagerly. "Definitely. My dream is to become a wrestler. Someone who can wrestle guys, not just chicks. I want to be taken seriously. Right now I'm trying to save up money to get the gear and learn. This job has kind of been helping, but I'm grateful that it's something." she shrugged but the guys listened intently, nodding at her aspiration in approval.

After making more small talk, she takes their orders. When she comes back, she gives them their beers and places a free beer in front of Jon. "This one is on me. Again, no drinking and driving, ya hear?"

Jon looked down at the drink, then back at her, surprised at the nice gesture. "Yes ma'am." he chuckled and thanked her as she took her leave.

"Wrestler huh? Hey, that's actually pretty cool, maybe we'll see her around one day." One of the boys said.

"She sounds serious." Another guy at the table commented.

"Very. We should give her a big tip." Cody suggested.

"Let's do it." Jon happily agreed.

After they leave, Melanie heads back to the table to clean up and sees a big lump under the check. She carefully opened it, and the sight caused her eyes to water.

"Oh my gosh." she chuckled while internally screaming in her head. She finally had enough money for the next steps to wrestle. How can she ever repay them for such a life-changing gesture?

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At the age of 21, in 2009, she managed to get a job at CZW, thanks to her high school wrestling coach, and began getting trained by Drake Younger. He was a CZW veteran and an awesome guy to be around. After he told her some good tips and advice on wrestling, she finally went backstage to walk around. She was nervous because this was her first time going to an independent wrestling company after her school wrestling coach got her there. She would be on her own and would have to fight her way to become a WWE Diva. It was her goal and she would have to make sure she put in a lot of effort.

She wasn't going to get into the WWE just because she was related to Chyna. You don't get a VIP pass like that. You need to work and that's what Melanie was happy about.

"Hi!" A female voice called out. Melanie turned around to smile. "Are you new?"

"Yeah. I'm Melanie Laurer."

"Hey, girl. I'm Chrissy Rivera. Nice to meet you." She gives her a friendly hug. "Aren't you related to Chyna?"

"Yep." Melanie grinned as they started to click.

"Wow! That's awesome! So are you wrestling or being a manager?"

"Wrestling."

"Really? This is going to be good. You're going to do just fine, here. Welcome to the CZW family."

"Thanks, I'm glad to be here."

"Hey, we should hang out tonight. The roster is going to a bar. You should come."

"Sure, that'll be great!"

"Sweet. Come on, I'll introduce you to the roster."

While Chrissy introduced Melanie to most of the roster, they were very welcoming towards her and couldn't wait to see her in action. After the icebreakers, Chrissy had to get ready for the show, so Melanie started to walk around again to get familiar with the surroundings. She was really happy to wrestle somewhere in her hometown in Philly. After thinking about CZW, her thoughts were interrupted after she saw a guy who was over six feet tall, and had dirty blond hair.

The guy's eyes light up. "It's you. I never got your name from the couple of times I saw you at the restaurant."

Melanie took another look at him and smiled. It was that guy she gave the free beers to. What were the odds of seeing him again?

"Melanie."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jon."

Melanie stuck out her hand and shook his. "Nice to meet cha."

They start walking together. "You're something, you know that? You cared about me, although we were strangers. At first, I was like, this chick is cool as shit for giving me beer although I was 18. But to hear you tell Cody to make sure I get home safe, got to me. No other chick has said that to me. It's just the little things like that, I appreciate."

"Ah, it's not a problem. I should really be thanking you, Cody, and your friends for giving me that money so I can start training."

"Cody can see a great upcoming wrestler when he sees one. It looks like he has faith in you."

"I'm honored. So how long have you been here?"

"A few months. When do you start wrestling?"

"Next show in a dark match."

"Cool. I'll be seeing you in action, soon. You know the roster is going out to a bar, after the show."

"Yep. Chrissy told me."

"Are you coming? You should~" Jon nudged her with a boyish grin

"Hah hah. Yeah. Sounds like a plan."

"Awesome."

"So where are you from?"

"Cincinnati. You?"

"Ohio, huh? I bet you've been wrestling all over. I'm from Philly."

"Philly, huh? Nice. I'll catch you later. It's nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you again, too." Melanie watched him leave.

'I think I'm going to like it here.' she thought.

After that, Melanie sat in the crowd and was able to get an idea of CZW by watching the show. Everything was so intense, and it made her look forward to her debut even more. She admired the hardcore wrestling and how involved the fans were.

During the next show, Melanie went against a local female wrestler in a dark match. Her parents were there to watch despite reluctantly going to see her get hurt. Melanie lost her first match, but gained respect for her hard work and heart, to not give up so soon in the match.

After the show, Melanie packed up her gym bag and heard someone knocking on the door.

"Yeah?" She turned.

"Hey, sorry to bother you. Just wanted to say that you were great out there. Good match."

"Thanks! Hopefully, I'll win next time. I'm Melanie by the way."

"Greg. I was wonderin'...uh, you mind if I take you out to dinner, tonight? I'd love to get to know you more."

Surprised at the sudden question, Melanie thought about it for a few moments. "Yeah, why not."

'Next week'

Wearing dark blue skinny jeans, and a cut-up CZW shirt that stopped in the middle of her stomach, Melanie watched in the front row with disapproval on her face of Moxley screwing Devon Moore from winning Robert Anthony's CZW World Heavyweight Championship. Jon started bragging about being the best wrestler with Robert Anthony and being CZW Legends which made her shake her head. But then it caught Robert's attention and he pointed her out.

"Do you disagree toots?" Jon asked with a smug look.

"Chicks can't handle us." Robert bragged. Melanie's scowl made them laugh. "She better be glad we even looked at her because we're the best wrestlers in this company."

Rolling her eyes, she gives him the middle finger as the crowd 'ohs' and cheers. Jon and Robert chuckle to themselves before turning their attention back to Devon Moore who was down and out. As soon as they were about to attack him again, the Briscoe brothers came out to even the odds. They start arguing with them until Joker runs down the ring with a chair and starts attacking Devon and the Briscoe brothers. The crowd cheered as they threw out Moxley and the others out of the ring.

Jay Briscoe grabbed a mic and offered up a challenge to have all the titles on the line, in a match, next month.

"Hey Moxley, you're out of luck, buddy. You ain't got no title. You're just a goofy motherfucker." He exclaimed as the crowd cheered.

"Uncalled for!" One of the commentators said.

Melanie started laughing. Jay knew how to have the best one-liners.

"And what are you laughing at? Huh?" Jon walked over to her, towering over her since she was sitting down.

"A goofy motherfucker." She bluntly declared, slowly standing up. "Who else?"

"You're not even worth my time..."

"I believe that I am. I'll take you down anyplace, anytime." She shrugged.

"Do you know who you're talkin' to? I'm Jon Moxley." He began to get in her face.

"In one ear, out the other..." She looked at her nails as the crowd 'oohed'.

Fed up, Jon grabbed a fan's drink and dumped it on top of her head.

"What is he doing!?" One of the commentators exclaimed.

Melanie gasped and looked at her wet clothes as Jon laughed in her face. The crowd started chanting 'Kick his ass!' while Melanie tried to adjust her hair and clothes.

"Big-fucking-mistake!" she growled with rage and smacked him right across the face.

"Damn~!" The Briscoe brothers exclaimed as Jon stumbled back. The crowd went wild when Melanie jumped over the barricade and started unloading on Moxley, throwing in punches. Robert and Joker look on in shock as she gave Jon a kick out DDT on the ground.

"You're gonna get it now!" Robert yelled but she slid into the ring before him and Joker could get her.

Melanie grinned at what she had done and high-fived the Briscoe brothers.

"Do they know this woman!?" One commentator wondered.

Meanwhile, Moxley is helped up by Robert and Joker. He rubbed the side of his cheek and then the top of his head, glaring at the woman who assaulted him. She blew him a kiss and innocently shrugged.

"I think so but she made a statement, going after Moxley of all people. Is she nuts? She must be!" The second commentator declared.

"Allow us to introduce the new bombshell in CZW. Melanie!" Jay raised her hand as the crowd cheered. "Sorry Jon, but you got your ass kicked!" he laughed as the crowd agreed. Jon started yelling at them and began to get restrained by Robert and Joker. Melanie laughed at his struggle but then Jon broke free and slid into the ring. "Run Melanie, run!"

Melanie slid out of the ring and sprinted backstage with Jon tailing right behind her as the others followed them.

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'After the show'

Melanie was in a locker room, frowning at her phone.

"You all right?" Jon popped his head into the room.

"Yeah, fine. What's up?" She looked up from her phone.

"All right, what's wrong?" He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. He could tell something was on her mind and he wasn't leaving until she was happy again.

"Nothing's wrong."

"Bullshit," he exclaimed and started staring at her until she gave him a valid answer.

"I hate it when you do that...you always know when I'm upset even if I try to hide it." she groaned and let out a long sigh. "My boyfriend canceled our date. We were supposed to go to a concert. He knows how badly I wanted to go to see my favorite band. And now I have no one else to go with. I don't want to go alone. Might as well sell these tickets..."

"Or...I could go with you," he suggested, raising his eyebrows.

Hearing his offer, her eyes lit up. "Really?" She started to grin.

"There's that grin I've been waiting for." A half smile came across his face. "Yeah, why not? I wouldn't mind going with you."

"Thank you! I promise you'll have a lot of fun." They stood up and she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Gross you're still sweaty." she laughed and released him.

"Shut it." He let out a laugh.

"My night just got better. But are you sure you want to go? I don't want you to think you have to go, to make me feel better." She brought up as she gave him a ticket.

Jon checked out the ticket before looking at her. "I like hanging out with you, Melanie. You're not one of those annoying ring rats, and you're someone I enjoy being around. Plus, I like the band."

"Thanks. It starts in two hours. We should get ready."

When the show was about to start, Jon and Melanie got to their seats which were near the stage but still in the middle of the crowd.

"I missed this. It's been a while since I've been to a concert. Hey, you ever crowd-surfed before?" she asked.

Jon shook his head, "Nah, have you?"

"Oh yeah! Consider this your lucky day. Come on." she grabbed his hand.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you taking me?" He let out a laugh.

"You and I are gonna crowd surf. It'll be fun."

"All right, I'll be a daredevil tonight."

"Good."

After the concert, Jon walked Melanie home. Ever since she and Greg started dating, she decided to move in with him. But it seemed like their relationship was a bit rocky now because he never wanted to do anything with her anymore. But she didn't want to worry Jon about that.

"That was awesome!" he shouted excitedly.

"Haha! Told you! I kind of thought you were having fun when you kept wooing and hollering." She giggled. Jon put an arm around her shoulders and started singing one of the band's songs, in a fake tone-deaf voice. Melanie started to laugh at his goofiness. "You're gonna wake up the neighbors."

"Ah, the hell with it." he carried on. She decided to join him, in singing the song until they reached Greg's apartment.

"That was fun. Thanks for hanging out with me."

"Ah, no problem. Wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Of course. You'll be my new concert buddy." She embraced him but the door opened to reveal Greg looking at them with an annoyed expression.

"About time you got home." Greg retorted, scowling at Jon.

Melanie sighed and released Jon. "Sorry, the concert went on a little longer than usual. Thanks for coming with me, Jon. I'll see you later." She smiled and headed inside

"Yeah..." Jon nodded and stared down Greg before he headed inside with her.

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After another show, Melanie grabbed her bags and met up with Jon, who was getting ready to leave.

"Hey, are you doing anything, tonight?" She asked hopefully.

"Nah, why?" he questioned as he put on his gym bag.

"I was wondering if you wanted to meet my parents and have dinner with us. They don't bite, I swear. My mom is the overprotective one, not my dad, he's the carefree type." She smiled, hoping he'd say yes.

Jon liked her sweet request but wondered if it would be a good idea.

"Uh...you sure about this?"

"Of course! It'll be fun." she guaranteed.

"All right, all right. I'll go. Just for you."

"Sweet!"

When they arrived at her parents' place, she walked inside with him.

"Melanie! You're home!" Jane, her mother, rushed over to give her a big hug and kiss on the cheek. "Oh, who is this?"

"Mom, dad, this is my friend, Jonathan Good. I met him a couple times when I was working, and recently reunited with him while I was starting out in CZW."

Her father, Diego, began to grin. "Nice to meet you! Melanie has told us all about you."

"She has?" Jon asked with surprise as Melanie quickly stomped on her father's foot.

"Hey!" Diego exclaimed

Melanie shot him a glare and cleared her throat. "Anyway, can he stay for dinner?" she asked

"Why not? The more the merrier!" Jane replied, looking overjoyed, and walked back into the kitchen.

"Dinner should be ready soon," Diego informed the two and walked upstairs.

Melanie sighed out of relief and gave Jon a low five. "Mission accomplished, they love you."

"Glad to hear. So...what have you been saying about me?" he nudged her

"Let's not get into that right now." She punched him on the shoulder.

"Uh-huh." He smirked

After dinner, Melanie went back to Greg's place and set down her bags. "I'm home!" She announced but didn't hear a response. "I guess he isn't here." She checked the time, seeing it was only 10:30. But then she started hearing weird noises in the bedroom.

"Don't let this be what I fear..." She muttered to herself and opened the bedroom door to see Greg sleeping with a local female wrestler. The sight made her sick to her stomach, and she couldn't control her anger anymore. "Are you fucking kidding me!?" She shouted.

The sound of her angry voice made Greg and the girl scramble out of bed.

"Mel, I can explain-"

"Explain!? You've got to be joking." She retorted. "Why the hell would you do this? Why would you- I can't. I'm fucking done. No." She tried to wipe her tears and stormed off.

Greg quickly got dressed. "Get out of here." He pushed the girl out of the apartment. He needed to fix this. He should've asked what time she was coming home. He couldn't lose Melanie. He was the next woman on his list to screw. And they just started dating. He really screwed up.

"Mel, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise." He tried to hug her as she struggled to push him away. "Please, I'm sorry! I'll change."

Hearing how sad his voice was, made her even more upset. It sounded sincere to her, but she failed to notice the fakeness of his voice, and she unfortunately decided to take him back.

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'To The Ring'

At a CZW arena, Moxley walked out with a cocky grin on his face. He had a microphone in his hands and went straight over to Melanie's parents, who were in the crowd to watch their daughter in action.

"Well, well, look who it is. Melanie's parents. I always think about why and how you raised a bitch of a daughter." He disrespected them as the CZW crowd booed. Jane's jaw dropped, shocked at the words coming out of his mouth, while Diego didn't look too happy.

"How dare you!?" She shouted and gave Moxley a stinging slap to the face, earning cheers from the crowd. "How dare you talk about our daughter like that!?"

Chuckling, Moxley responded, "Is that all you got, grandma? You're a bitch just like your skanky daughter. And I bet you're a-"

His speech was cut short when Diego's fist met his jaw. The crowd went wild and chanted 'Holy Shit'

"Don't you ever disrespect my daughter or my wife ever again! You hear me, amigo?" Diego's thick accent came in.

Pissed, Jon struck Diego with a cheap shot and tossed him over the barricade, as Jane screamed. The crowd continued to boo Moxley as he dragged him into the ring.

"Stop! Stop!" Jane pleaded, scared for her husband

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Jon shouted back at her, in a harsh tone, making her quiet. He got in the ring and began stalking Diego from behind. But before he could attack, Melanie rushed down the ring, earning loud cheers. She ran as fast as she could as she slid into the ring. But unfortunately, Jon escaped before she could get to him. The crowd booed and chanted 'Pussy' at him.

"Are you friggin' kidding me, right now? You're really gonna do this?" She glared at Jon before helping her dad.

"Thank goodness for Melanie, coming down before Moxley did something worse." One of them commentators said.

'To Greg's Place'

"Can you fucking cook me something, already? You're taking too long." Greg grumbled as he watched TV in the living room. Melanie had made him a chicken pot pie but dropped it in front of him, after tripping over his shoes. Greg rolled his eyes. "You are such a stupid screw-up. Pick that shit up and cook me another plate."

Melanie sighed and cleaned the mess up. "Can't we just order takeout?"

"Listen you little bitch, I fuckin' said make me another plate, got it?"

Melanie quickly nodded and went back into the kitchen, wiping the tears from her face. Lately, it seemed like Melanie was the only one who wanted to be in the relationship now. He said he would change, but it seemed like he had gotten worse. It was starting to frighten her. But she thought he would change, so she decided to continue to stay.

Later on, Greg stepped out and Melanie's phone started to ring. "What's up, Jon? You all right?"

"Yeah, uh, you mind if I crash at your place? I don't think I'll be able to make it to Chrissy's." He sounded tired, probably from the show.

"Yeah, of course. Come on."

"Great, I'll be there, soon."

After five minutes, she let him in and let him crash on her bed, but then Greg came back.

"What is he doing here?" Greg scowled, displeased at another man at his place

"Oh, he couldn't make it back to Chrissy's place, so I decided to let him crash here for tonight," she replied.

"Great..." he sarcastically replied, walking into the living room.

"What's your problem?" she snapped, following him

"I just don't like you being around all these half-naked guys."

"Just because you decided to quit wrestling, doesn't mean I have to. You wrestled there before. Why can't I? Please don't tell me you're jealous..."

"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me." he brushed her off and left the apartment.

Melanie rolled her eyes again. "Wasn't planning to..." she headed back into her bedroom to see Jon relaxing on her bed.

"He's annoying the crap out of me," he grumbled.

"Agreed." she crossed her arms. She was getting tired of Greg's jealousy. She's been nothing but loyal to him.

"Why are you still with him?"

"Couples argue. We're not perfect." She sat down on the bed next to him.

"Where did he go anyway?"

"Who knows? He usually stays out all night..."

"Ever get suspicious?"

"No. I love him and trust him," she replied with a little doubt in her voice. "I'm so glad you won the title."

"Me too," he grunted and held his arm. "Can I get a massage?"

"It'll cost you." she chuckled.

"Damn..."

"Grapes I mean."

"Grapes? Just grapes? All right, I can live with that."

As she started to massage his arm with long strokes and circular motions, she couldn't help but feel the firm muscles on his arm. She shook the thought out of her head and noticed that he had fallen asleep after a few minutes. Melanie relaxed next to him and turned to watch him sleep.

Admiring the peaceful look on his face, she brushed some hair from his face.

'So adorable...' She thought with a small blush. 'Wait...adorable...? Oh no, I think I may be crushing on Jon.'

Was it wrong to like a guy while you're dating someone who really doesn't give you the time of day anymore? Someone who doesn't support what you want to do in life?

Jon rolled over to the side and rested his head against her chest. "D-dude, you're on top of me." She chuckled but Jon mumbled and snuggled into her. She ran a hand through his hair before going to sleep, enjoying the cute moment.

'Next Day'

Shivering and soaked from the rain, Melanie managed to find Chrissy's place and knocked on the door.

"Holy shit! Melanie! Are you okay!?" Chrissy let her in her place and set her on the couch. Melanie shivered violently. "You look like shit. What happened?"

"I-I was waiting for G-Greg and he didn't show up." she stuttered as she dried herself off with a towel.

Jon walked into the living room and spotted Melanie's alarming condition. He began to look worried. "Mel? What the hell happened!?" He rushed to her side.

"She was waiting for Greg and he didn't show up," Chrissy replied with resentment. "We need to call him."

Two hours later, Greg walked into Chrissy's place while Melanie rested on the couch in blankets.

"Dude, where the hell were you? We've been calling you for hours." Jon asserted

"I was out at the club with some chicks, why?" Greg shrugged, with no care in the world.

"Seriously? You're at the club when your girlfriend is sick?" Chrissy exclaimed in disbelief.

"She'll survive." he bluntly replied.

Melanie opens her eyes. "W-where were you? I waited for you." She said in a weak voice.

"Try not to strain yourself, hon." Chrissy expressed her concern.

"What do you mean wait?" Jon asked, turning to Greg.

"Crap...I forgot. We were supposed to go out for dinner. How long was she out there?" Greg sighed.

"Waited about three hours." Melanie weakly replied.

"Three?" Jon asked in shock.

"Three!? You're so faithful, unlike some people." Chrissy glared at Melanie's boyfriend.

"Let me get this straight...you and Melanie were supposed to have dinner tonight and you never showed up? You do realize it's raining, right?" Jon crossed his arms.

"Look, things happen. It's all right." Greg put his hands up in defense.

"No, it's not all right. She may have gotten seriously sick because of you." Jon replied with a frustrated growl.

"It's so cold..." Melanie shivered

"Come on, let me get you some warmer clothes." Chrissy helped Melanie in her room. After she got Melanie situated, she let her rest on her bed before walking back into the living room. "What the hell is wrong with you!? Why would you go to a club when you were supposed to have dinner with Mel?"

"Look, the reason I went to the club is because she doesn't do crap for me. Every time I want some, she refuses. We rarely do anything anymore, and all she focuses on is her family and wrestling career. What about me? I'm important too!"

"Un-fucking-believable..." Jon mumbled and shook his head in disgust

"And you should respect her interests and take an interest in the things she likes to do." Chrissy lectured

"Wrestling with half-naked men? I'll pass...she better be glad I approve of her doing this." Greg glared at them.

"Don't talk about her like that," Jon growled. "Why are you trying so hard to get in her pants, anyway?"

"Because she's hot. And she's starting to annoy the hell out of me with this waiting crap." Greg replied, making his intentions clear

"Why are you talking about her like that? Is that what you wanted? To get in her pants and then leave? That's not cool..." Chrissy crossed her arms and gave him a stern look.

"I'm tired of her talking about her virgin crap. Who is going to wait that long for her? I don't think I can do this, anymore." Greg admitted, revealing his impatience.

"She can do whatever the hell she wants and if you don't like it, get the hell out of here. And if she doesn't want to do it yet, then respect her wishes. And if you truly loved her, you would wait until she's ready." Jon exclaimed angrily.

"Jon." Chrissy put a hand on his arm to calm him down. "You talk about her like you own her. You don't. Plus, you wrestled in CZW, so why are talking so badly about wrestling?"

"Probably because Mel is better than him and he quit wrestling." Jon chuckled while Greg gave him an annoyed look.

"Whatever. I'm out of here." Greg headed for the door.

"And you're not going to stay with her and make sure she's okay?" Chrissy called out but he shut the door. "What an asshole! I cannot believe this!"

"I know..." Jon shook his head. Melanie managed to get out of bed and goes into the living room. "Mel, what are you doing out of bed?"

"I'm fine. I'm just..." She started to feel light-headed and began to fall down before Jon caught her in his arms.

"I got you," Jon murmurs and picks her bridal style. He walked her back into the bedroom and set her on the bed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"It's not your fault." He reassured.

"Yes it is...is it me?" She managed to say. "Ever since I told him I was still a virgin and wanted to wait, he's been a little distant. What did I do? I love him."

As much as Jon wanted to vent to her about what an ass Greg is, he decided against it. "I know I screwed ring rats, but you're different because you make chasing worthwhile. You're not easy like those ring rats I screwed. Stay that way. It's a good thing. Continue to wait until you're ready."

She smiled and closed her eyes. "You're so good to me."

Jon gave her a half smile as she started to sleep again. He looked at what she was wearing. She was wearing one of his shirts and thought it looked cute on her. He headed out the room and saw Chrissy grinning at him.

"You like her, don't you?" she teased.

"Uh, why would you think that?" Jon rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're so caring and protective. You don't do that to any of the other girls." she chuckled. "I think it's cute. Now if only she could break up with Greg."

During a CZW show, Melanie was in the ring, wearing her wrestling attire which was jeans, a white tank top with a black bra with fingerless gloves. She was in the ring with another bombshell. All of a sudden, Moxley's theme comes on.

"Great..." Melanie rolled her eyes.

"Introducing your special guest referee for this contest, Jon~ Moxley!" The announcer announced as Melanie's jaw dropped and the other bombshell looked confused.

"What? What!?" Melanie screamed as Jon came out with a cocky grin on his face.

Jon waved at her as he got in the ring. "Hello, Melanie."

"Fuck you." She snapped and gave him the middle finger.

"I'd love to fuck you."

Melanie sighed loudly as the bell rang three times. "Stay out of my way." she pointed to him and circled around the ring with the bombshell. Near the end of the match, Melanie hit the bombshell with a roundhouse kick to the face. She waited for her to get on her knees to run to the ropes but all of sudden, Moxley hit her with the Moxicity, knocking the wind out of her.

"What!?" The first commentator exclaimed. "What the hell was that!? That was crap!"

The bombshell crawled over to Melanie and went for the pin. Jon quickly counted to three as the crowd booed. He raised the bombshell's hand and then she left the ring.

Meanwhile, with Melanie, she held her head and glared at him, sliding out of the ring. "Bullshit..."

Moxley grabbed a mic and began to cut another promo on her, "Melanie has no fucking talent in this company. She fucked with me too many times and she should have saw this coming. The bitch had it coming."

Melanie went on to get a chair while Jon's back was turned from her.

"Uh oh. Melanie does not look happy." The second commentator said.

"She's about to explode!" The first commentator replied, anticipating what she was about to do.

Melanie slid back into the ring and waited for Jon to turn around. As soon as he did, she hit him in the face with the chair as the crowd cheered.

"Fuck you!" She hit him five more times.

"She just hit Jon Moxley with a chair!" The first commentator yelled.

She threw the chair away and started unloading on him as she kept yelling curse words. A few refs ran down the ring to separate the two. The refs got Jon out of the ring while Melanie went to get a mic.

"Hey! Hey, Moxley! That was a bullshit move, dude. You want to fuck with me? Big mistake. So, if you want to get your ass kicked, I have no problem!"

"You can't do shit to me!" Jon yelled back.

"Don't think this is over. I'm not done with you yet, motherfucker! You want to fuck with me? Get in this ring and fight me!" Melanie yelled as the crowd cheered in agreement.

Jon looked at the crowd and then back at her. He decided to take her up on her offer and got on the apron. But then he smirked and jumped off as the crowd booed him.

"You're not worth my time." He shrugged

'Next Week'

During a CZW show, Moxley and Sami thought it would be hilarious to sneak into Melanie's locker room, go through her bags, and take all her clothes and wrestling attire while she was in the shower. After waiting about ten minutes, they see her walking around, frantically backstage with a towel on, trying to find her clothes. From her facial expression, they could tell that she was very worried.

"Well, well...if it isn't little miss Melanie. Nice towel." Mox greeted her with a smirk, eyeing her up and down

"Wonder where your wrestling attire is...isn't your match up next?" Sami added.

"Still can't find them? So...I guess this means you're wrestling...naked tonight."

"Can't wait to see that!" He high-fived Moxley.

Melanie bitterly chuckled. "You two are a bunch of dicks..." she tried to walk away but Jon blocked her way. "...Move..."

"Oh, I'm not leaving. I like what I see. I like what I see, a lot..." He checked her out

"Out of the way."

"Hey, hey hey...leaving so soon?" He asked as he blocked her way again, making her bump into his chest.

"I'm gonna give you ten seconds to defend yourself if you don't get out of my way..." She threatened, making Sami laugh out loud.

"And what are you gonna do, Melly Belly? Kick us in the balls?" Sami suggested.

"Not a bad idea!" she swiftly kicked them both in the balls, before walking away.

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A couple weeks later, Melanie was forced to become Sami and Jon's valet after they won a tag team match for her services for a couple months for a storyline. During her time with the both of them was a lot of chaotic mess.

For instance:

'Moxley vs Brain Damage'

Near the end of the match, Melanie ran out with a chair as the crowd booed her. She slid in the ring, making sure she didn't get cut from all the glass scattered around. She was about to hit Brain Damage but he moved out of the way, making her hit Jon instead

Melanie's eyes widen. "Shit! Sorry!"

"Melanie! What the fuck!?" Sami yelled as he ran out.

"I said I was sorry!" she yelled back.

"Fuck him up!" Sami yelled while she rolled her eyes.

She turned around to see Brain Damage with a drill in his hands. She looked a little taken aback since he was so bloody and glaring at her. She took a step back and turned around, about to run out of the ring but he grabbed her by the hair. She screamed as the crowd cheered and started chanting 'Cut her open!'

Sami ran into the ring and was about to hit him with a bat but Brain Damage threw Melanie on the mat, and luckily Jon caught her from hitting the glass. Brain Damage shifted his attention to Sami and threatened to drill him until Jon caught him in a roll-up pin for the win.

Melanie slid out of the ring and hugged Jon as he stumbled down on the ground while Sami met up with them at ringside.

"Here is your winner! Jon Moxley!" The announcer declared

"Fuck him up!" Sami yelled

"Are you okay!?" Melanie asked Jon.

"You worry a lot," Jon smirked, enjoying her concern. "I like it."

"Are you serious? You almost got your head cut open! How can I not be worried?"

"I'm fine. It's just a fucking scratch."

"A big fucking scratch."

Later, she hung out with Jon and Sami to watch the rest of the matches. The crowd was loud and hyped during Nick Gage's match against Thumbtack Jack. Melanie, as always, had a bowl of grapes in her hands, popping them in her mouth like they were candy.

"Mel you look like you gained weight. Eating too much grapes?" Sami teased and poked her stomach.

Melanie chuckled. "Okay...don't be a dick."

"Haha, I'm just messin' with ya." Sami laughed.

All of a sudden they hear loud 'Ohs' and 'Holy shit' chants from the crowd after Nick got thrown into the light tubes, that were propped between the ropes.

"Damn! Is he really hurt?" She cringed and started to look concerned when people started to help him.

"I think so, a doctor is rushing over to him," Jon replied as they watched people take him to the back. There was blood all over him and the doctor had to use towels under his arm to stop the bleeding.

Melanie started to look nervous. "This is why I hate light tubes."

After the show, Melanie drove Jon back to his place which he shared with Chrissy Rivera. Jon was bloody from head to toe, and seriously needed a shower.

"Take a long, hot shower. I'll make you a cheese steak." Melanie headed to the kitchen and placed her bag on the counter. Jon looked at her taking out the ingredients to make the food, and chuckled.

"Only you would have that in your bag."

Melanie was about to answer but stopped herself before pondering. "...I...crave things. I did go to the store before we left the event,"

Jon examined the scars he received from his matches at the tournament. "Oh? Finally lost your card and got pregnant? Was that why Sami said you gained weight?"

"No, and no I'm not pregnant." She firmly noted.

"All right then." He headed to the bathroom but seconds later he came back out. "Wait, shouldn't you be with your boyfriend? You know how overprotective he is."

Melanie rolled her eyes and started to become annoyed. "Can we not talk about him?!" She snapped, getting negative memories of Greg.

"Whoa, calm down. I didn't mean to make you mad." He put his hands up in defense.

Melanie ran her hands through her hair and sighed. "Just forget it. I just...I just want to be with you, right now."

"Well, I'm here. Now what's going on with you and him?"

"Take a shower." She evaded.

"Not until you answer my question."

"You should really wash that blood off."

"What is going on?"

"Can you please just drop it!?"

"I know something is wrong. I'm not gonna stop asking you until you tell me." Jon persisted. Melanie gave him a stern look and started preparing his meal. "So now you're ignoring me, huh? I think I know what it is. Looks like you haven't been getting a lot of attention."

"Or maybe it's because I still have my card. He keeps trying to pressure me. It's turning me off and he gets really angry."

Jon rested his elbows on the counter. "You just need to relax."

"You should take a shower."

"You should take one with me." He suggested.

Melanie stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. "Are you serious?"

"No joke." He replied with a serious face.

"Jon, I'm still with him."

"Do you want to stay with him?

"I...don't know."

"You're blinded by love."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are. The guy cheated on you several times and you're still with him. It's okay to just say fuck you, I don't want to be with you anymore. I think you want to believe you're still in love with him so that your relationship with him can still last. That's not love."

"I love him, Jon. End of discussion."

Jon showed a mischievous look on his face and walked around the counter. "Well if you loved him so much, you wouldn't be staring at my chest this whole time."

"Was not..." She mumbled as he got behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Well if you loved him so much, would you let me do this?" He started to lightly kiss the smooth skin of her neck. Melanie immediately started to relax despite trying not to enjoy the skilled mouth of Jon's. Unfortunately, the pleasure didn't last long because he released her. "Haha, the look of disappointment on your face is hilarious. So much for loving that guy. That was fun wasn't it?"

"Jon." She gave him a stern look while rubbing her neck.

"All right, all right. I'll be in the shower while you continue to pretend you don't want me to kiss your neck again...and in other places." He goes into the bathroom.

Melanie exhaled and sat on the couch, in the living room. She ran her hands through her hair. Was it cheating to get a love mark from another man, let alone having one of your best guy friends give you the love mark. And it felt good? But you're dating someone who disrespects you? She should really break up with Greg. What is the point anymore?

After Jon took a shower, he walked back out in his shorts and no shirt. "All right, do you wanna have sex or not?"

"Jon!" Melanie exclaimed, while he gave her a grin. "This is serious!"

"I am serious. Do you or not, in general?"

"I do but-"

"Then get over here."

"I don't want to be treated as some play toy or ring rat. I'm not like that and I don't want to just lose it like that."

"Losing it isn't going to be perfect. Just as long as you trust someone. Do you trust Greg?"

"No, not at all."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"There you have it." He sat down on the couch, next to her.

"I feel like you're treating this like a joke."

"Melanie." He began in a deep tone. "I don't mind deflowering you right here, right now if you want me to. I'm not one for doing that romantic crap, but I know I can make you feel special, unlike that jackass...only if you let me."

"You've screwed so many girls."

"And so has he. But I know I can screw better than him. And you'll be the first I do it with meaning."

"You're my best friend."

"Wouldn't that be a better choice?"

"We're not even together."

"I can change that." He smirked. "Just stay here with me."

The temptation was building as she started to ponder about his offer but sighed. "I really want to, but this will be the first place, he'll try to find me. You know he doesn't like you. And what you did is going to really trigger it."

"So, are you planning on telling him about what we did?"

"What you did."

"What we did. You didn't stop me. And I saw that look of disappointment when I stopped."

Melanie sighed. "No, I'm not going to tell."

"How are you gonna explain to him about that mark?" He looked at the love mark on her neck.

"I'll just put makeup on it. No big deal."

"Man...how can you deal with that loser?"

"I don't give in to his pressure."

"I almost pressured you."

"No, you didn't. You see the thing is, I just feel really comfortable with you."

"Glad to hear," Jon cracked a smile

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It was a day before Thanksgiving. Melanie was in her street clothes and had her gym bag on her. She saw Jon, tying his sneakers in his locker room. "Hey, how are you spending Thanksgiving? Going home to your family?" Melanie grinned.

"Uh, yeah..." Jon lied

"That doesn't sound so enthusiastic. Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Dude, you can tell me if something is on your mind. What's up?"

"Just drop it, okay?"

"No, I'm not going to drop it. What is the big deal? It's supposed to be a happy time. A happy time with you spending Thanksgiving with your family."

He sighed. "That's the thing...I'm spending Thanksgiving alone."

"What?" she exclaimed as he explained his past and how he was raising himself at an early age. "I'm sorry...I didn't know you had it rough like that..."

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does. Look, why don't you stay with me and spend Thanksgiving with my family?" she happily suggested. "You've met my parents before."

"Nah..."

"Why are you being so difficult? No one should be alone for Thanksgiving."

"Well, maybe it's because it wouldn't be right, to spend Thanksgiving with your family. We're different people, Melanie. You're daddy's little girl, and I'm just a bad guy. Your family wouldn't accept me. Or accept me hanging out with you."

"Stop it. They accepted you before when I introduced you to them. You are welcome there, anytime, Jon. Just come with me, okay?"

"Melanie, just stop, all right? I'm not going."

"You are being ridiculous, right now. I don't get why you would want to spend Thanksgiving alone when you have a family who loves you and treats you like their own son. My father and mother love you. They truly love you, Jon."

"Mel, I'm sorry, but I can't. I don't want them to think of me differently because of my past."

"Are you fucking kidding me, right now?" She threw her arms up, sighing loudly.

"No, I'm not fucking kidding, right now." Jon snapped.

Melanie rolled her eyes. "You think they are going to abandon you because of your past? Who gives a shit? Let's move on and focus on now. Not the past." she replied as Jon stood up, about to leave. She pushed him back to keep him from leaving. "You know what Jon? I wish you would let me in because I'm one of your female friends who isn't trying to screw you, break your heart, or want you for your looks. I'm here because I care about you and you are my best friend. Okay, so you're violent, I've seen your matches, but I don't care. You're you. So, I'll take no for an answer. But if you want to talk to me, don't call me, don't text me, and don't even email me. You're gonna have to see me face to face, at my place. I'll leave my window unlocked for you. I just hope you come."

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'Later, at night'

It was raining and Melanie was in her room, sleeping while her TV was on. All of a sudden, her window opened and Jon slid in like he usually would whenever he'd visit from time to time. He shut the window but it made a sound and Melanie woke up, holding her chest, breathing heavily.

"You scared the crap out of me,"

"Sorry..." he murmured

"I didn't think you'd come." she looked at him and got off the bed to hug him. He was soaked. To his hair, to his leather jacket and gray short-sleeved shirt and jeans. It made her PJs a little damp.

"Ah...I gave it a lot of thought."

"Glad you came. Wow, you're soaked." she ran her right hand through his damp hair. "You should change into some warmer clothes." she goes to her dresser. "Remember the shirt and sweatpants you lent me when I forgot to bring changing clothes during one of the CZW shows? I still got them."

"Thanks." he takes the clothes from her. "I thought you were going to do an all-nighter tonight."

"Trust me, I wanted to but my mom wants me to help cook with her. Early."

"So glad I'm not you, right now."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You should help."

"I'll think about it." he smiled warmly, taking off his leather jacket.

Melanie laughed as he stared to remove his shirt, "Don't change in front of me,"

"Don't like what you see?" he teased, making her face warm

"That's not what I meant. Go in my bathroom and change." she pointed to the door in her room.

"You sure you don't want to see what I got under my pants?"

"Haha. No." Her blush continued to get worse.

"Come on, I know you do. Want me to tell you how big I am?"

"No! Bathroom, now!" She laughed and pushed him

Jon laughed and did what he was told. "Okay! Okay!"

Moments later, he came out of the bathroom and saw Melanie lying down on the bed. He decided to lie down on the floor.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor, man? Get your ass on the bed." She looks down at him.

"You sure you want me in the same bed as you?"

"Why'd you think I'd let you sleep on the floor? Get up here," she demanded as he stood up to get under the covers with her. "You are warm! I love it. Hold me," she snuggled into him.

Jon chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. In the morning, he woke up first and saw Melanie sleeping. He gently moved some hair from her face and smiled down at her. He was thankful for her, letting him in her life and family with a past like his. She was really something.

"Stop staring, you're making me blush..." Melanie mumbled.

"I make you blush? Sweet..." he replied with a victorious grin. "Hey, do your parents know I'm here?"

"Yeah," she replied. "We should get up unless you want my mom to throw a bucket of water on you. She did that to me last Thanksgiving and it was not pretty."

After they get situated, they go downstairs and into the kitchen to see Jane cooking. "Melanie! Jon! Good morning!" Jane grinned.

"Where's dad?" Melanie asked as she gave Jane a kiss on the cheek.

"Out for a morning jog. He should be back soon. Would you two mind helping out with the pies?"

"Sweet, you got pecan pie." Jon grinned as he saw the pecan pie box on the counter.

"Melanie requested it." Jane smiled.

"Really?" Jon looked at Melanie with admiration in his eyes. Seeing her nod in approval, he replied, "Wow...thanks, Mel! I appreciate it!"

"Not a problem!"

"Thanks for having me here."

"Oh Jon, you are always welcome here. I love you like a son, sweetie." Jane gave him a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. Jon hugged her back, feeling the love and affection.

Melanie smiled at the two. "Now are you glad you came?"

"Completely," Jon replied

After they helped out, Jon and Mel hang out in her room. "My mom usually stays at home, while my dad teaches at his dance studio." she put her hair in a bun.

"Ah, I see. Your dad is Puerto Rican, right?"

"Yeah, and my mom is English. They married when I was born. So whenever my age is, that's their anniversary. I think it's pretty funny."

'Weeks Later'

Jon puts on a shirt with jeans after a match. "Hey, happy birthday!" Melanie smiled as she had her gym bag in her hands.

Jon flashed her a small smile. "Thanks."

"So, doing anything special tonight?"

"Probably getting drunk at the bar with the guys. Nothing new."

Melanie looked at him in slight shock. "No gifts?"

"Nah."

"No cake?"

"Nope."

"Okay, you're coming with me tonight."

"Birthday sex? We can do it right here."

"No silly!" Melanie laughed, getting used to his flirty and playful advances. "I'm going to take you out."

"Shouldn't a guy take out a girl for lunch or dinner?"

"It's your birthday, and you really should do this instead of drinking at a bar. Come on, please? I promise it'll be worth it."

"I can't resist your charm. Fine..."

"Awesome! Let's go."

"In this?" Jon looks at his casual clothing.

"We're going to a diner. I would always go there as a teen after school. Casual clothing is fine." she reassured.

Jon and her drive to a diner called 'Johnny Rockets'. Jon reluctantly got out of the car as he watched how excited Melanie looked to be at the diner again.

"Uhhhh you sure about this?" he asked.

"Shh!" Melanie grabbed his hand and dragged him into the diner.

"Melanie! Good to see you again, sweetie." A woman in her mid-40s greeted her with a bubbly smile.

"Hi! It's my friend's birthday today, thought I might treat him to one of my favorite spots to eat."

"Oh wow, he's handsome. Lemme get you two a table. Right this way."

"Thanks, Miss Amy."

"Melanie, I told you about calling me Miss. Just call me Amy."

"Habit." The Philly girl shrugged

"So, who is the birthday boy?"

"I'm Jon."

"Nice to meet you, sweetie. Check out the menu. You'll love it here. I'll be back in a few minutes." Amy, the waitress walked away.

"Find anything?" Melanie asked.

"A lot of stuff here..."

"I always get a Philly cheese steak."

"Guess you are a Philadelphian." Jon lets out a chuckle.

"Yep! Once in a blue moon, I'll get a cheeseburger and fries."

After a couple minutes, Amy returned. "Mel, the usual? Philly cheese steak?"

"Yes." she answered and gave her the menu.

"And what about you, pumpkin?" Amy asked.

"Ah...I guess I'll get the Rocket Double and some fries." Jon confirmed.

"What are your drinks?"

"She'll get a Sprite and I'll get a Diet Coke," Jon answered for Melanie and himself as Melanie snapped her head to him in astonishment.

"How'd you know I like Sprite?" Melanie asked

"I've been observant." Jon grinned

"What a good friend he is. I'll be back with your orders." Amy said and grabbed Jon's menu. She put her pen in her long black hair which is wrapped up in a bun and walked away.

"That's cool how you know I like sprite. I guess I gotta remember the stuff you like."

After they ate, Amy brought out a birthday cake with 25 candles on it. "I baked you a small cake. Happy birthday." Amy smiled.

"Thanks, I owe you." Melanie replied.

"No worries! It's on the house sweetie," Amy walked away.

"This cake is for me? Seriously?" Jon asked as he stared at the cake in awe. It simply said 'Happy 25th Birthday Jon!'

Melanie laughed. "Yes! Now make a wish!"

Jon chuckled softly and nodded. "All right." he blew out the candles. "You really didn't have to do this for me."

"Can you please stop saying that? I wanted to do this for you. You can return the favor if it makes you feel better. Now let's eat some cake!" Melanie exclaimed and cut a piece of vanilla cake. She dipped her right index finger on the icing of her slice and put it on Jon's nose. "Haha, couldn't resist."

"Cute..." Jon took a napkin and wiped his nose as he grinned. After they have dinner, Jon drove Melanie home and walked her to her doorstep. "Thanks for tonight. You were right, this was better than the bar."

"See! I told ya! Thanks for taking me home."

"No problem."

"Oh, before you go, I got you something," Melanie remembered as she dug in her pockets.

"You got me a gift?" Jon questioned in surprise.

"Of course, dude!" she took out a black leather bracelet. "I made it myself. My mom's sister knows how to make bracelets and taught me how. Sorry I didn't wrap it but I hope you like it." she looked nervous, anticipating his reaction.

"Hell yeah, I do!" He wrapped his arms around her and twirled her around.

"Hahaha! I'm glad!"

'A few days later'

Melanie was in tears of frustration as she knocked on Jon's door. Jon opened it and Melanie gave him an apologetic smile and wiped her tears.

"Sorry to come here unexpectedly. I...I didn't have anywhere else to go." She sniffed and he let her in.

"What's wrong?" He embraces her.

"I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid!" She released him and started pacing around.

"What happened?" He shut the door and turned his attention to her.

"He cheated on me, again. I don't understand. I thought we were doing so good." She sighed. "I'm sorry, I keep venting to you with all my problems. You know what? I should get him back. Get some revenge. How about you kiss me? How about that?"

"H-hey." Jon got pushed down on the couch and she straddled him. "Mel." He tried to reason.

She sighed and got off him. "What's gotten into me?" She ran her hands through her hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm just not myself. Ugh, and now you think I'm crazy. I'm sorry."

"It's no problem." He fixed his shirt.

"No problem? I just straddled you. Weren't you going to-"

"Mel, I'm not going take advantage of you when you're like this. You need to cool down and clear your head. You just need to think."

Melanie exhaled. "Thanks. That makes me feel a lot better."

He stood up and noticed a small bruise on her hand. "Did he hit you?"

Melanie looked away. "...Almost. He grabbed me pretty hard."

"You're getting out of that relationship. Now."

"It's nothing really-"

"Are you kidding me? Ever since you started dating him, you've been losing your mind. You're getting out of this unhealthy relationship. Now. He isn't going to drag you down from being a great wrestler just because he isn't."

"But I-"

"You can stay with me. Okay?"

"This is happening so fast."

"Then just spend the night. No way in hell I'm letting you go back there. We'll pick up your stuff tomorrow."

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks. I appreciate this."

"No problem. Come on, let's just chill and watch a movie to get your mind off things."

After they get situated and sit on the couch, Jon hands her a bowl of popcorn made from the stove. She popped one in her mouth and looked at the popcorn weirdly. "Uh...what the heck is in this?"

"Oh, Chrissy and I started to put random crap in our popcorn and I decided to make this. You like? I put cinnamon in it." Jon grinned.

Melanie started to smile and popped another one in her mouth.

"It's...freakishly good. Wanna play Truth, Truther, or Truthest?" She suggested as she sat next to Jon on the couch, pretzel style.

"What the hell, all right." he shrugged, turning his head to her instead of the TV. "Truthest."

"Hm...ever got arrested?"

"Oh yeah." He replied and began to tell her the crazy stories. It amused Melanie in some way, but she did feel bad. But he reassured her that he was fine. "Stop being such a cutie, and stop worrying so much. I'm fine."

"All right, all right." She accepted his wishes and popped another grape in her mouth. After several back-and-forth questions, it was back to Jon.

"Truther." He replied.

"How many chicks have you slept with?"

"A lot."

Melanie rolled her eyes out of amusement. "You're a piece of work. Truthest."

"How many people have YOU slept with?"

"Still none." She shrugged

The next morning, Melanie got ready to leave. "Thanks for spending the night with me."

"No problem. What are friends for? Those horror movies we watched were so corny though. We gotta find some good ones." Jon brought up. "I'll make sure to find something better."

"Great. So what are your plans for today?"

"Wrestle, drink some beer, screw a couple of chicks. The usual."

"Ah...I see. Well, I hope you have fun."

"Thanks, I will. Is that jerk gonna yell at you again?" He asked as they start walking down the street.

"He just...really envies you for some reason. I always see him getting so hyped up, around you. It's like a competition, every time he sees you."

"Melanie. Remember what I told you. End it and be careful."

She nodded. "I will. Don't worry. I know how much you care." She smiled and he headed off to the gym to train, while she continued walking down the street.

Greg quickly appeared behind her, giving her an annoyed look. "Well well. It looks like you seem to leave, every chance you get, to wrap your arms around him and make sure you're the only important woman in his life." Greg berated her as she quickly turned around.

"You scared me." She held her chest. "And what are you talking about? It's not like that."

"Oh really? Then where were you last night?"

"At a friend's. I slept over."

"With whom exactly?"

"Look, don't tell me how to live my life-"

"Shut up. The way he touches and looks at you, disgusts me. Stop seeing him."

"But I-"

"I wasn't asking for your permission. You are going to stop seeing him. And if I catch you with him, it won't be pretty, got it? You are my business and I demand to know everything that you are doing. You're not gonna talk to him ever again, you hear me?"

Something inside of her clicked, and she couldn't take it anymore. "You know what? No. I'm not going to stop seeing him."

"What did you just say?" He glared at her.

"You are the biggest asshole, ever. I'm done. I can't take it anymore. I'm breaking up with you. All you do is treat me like shit, you screw all these skanky ass bitches, and you don't give me the respect I deserve. So you know what? Fuck you, and have a nice life."

Greg let out a laugh. "You can't break up with me."

"I just fucking did. I'm out of here." She turned and stormed off.

"You're gonna regret this!" He yelled.

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