Hello to all! I know I've been gone for a while and I haven't updated. I've had so much shit going on but I am happy to inform that I am back! So I'm starting a bunch of new stuff and updating the old. I'll be adding in some new characters and pairings so just be on the lookout. This story in particular will be a little different rather than your typical romance pairing. I'm bringing a character that I've only featured in one fic and a music diary. I'll be pairing Tishawna with none other than the two men who can balance out her wild child spirit, two insanely hot men by the names of Dean Ambrose and Wade Barrett. It's going to be called Trophy and I've decided to make it a multi-fic rather than a one shot. It will however be based from the March 30th episode of RAW when Ambrose faced Cena for the U.S. Championship. I hope you guys enjoy and please review!
Ambrose: Tishawna, huh? Man, the rack on that one and the ass. The ass…
Me: Cool it Mox, Wade would bury you for that.
Ambrose: The only burying that needs to happen is Tishawna's tits in my face.
Tishawna: Oh Lord, Jon. What won't you say?
Ambrose: I'll pay child support?
Me: Why did I let you in this house?
Ambrose: Because bae as fuck, that's why.
Me: ANYWAYS! On with the story before Ambrose says bae again.
Chapter 1: Blast from The Past
"No, this is not happening. Not again. Not fucking again. First he loses at WrestleMania, doesn't win the title and to make it even sweeter, he gets power bombed through a goddamn table by Luke Harper. Half of his crazed fan base could've sworn he was dead. Now tonight, he decided to take Cena up on his open challenge for United States Championship. Of course, as always to make Robocop look like God, he loses. He was fucking pissed and anyone who tried to get in his path right now, May the Lord be with them because now was not the time. It was frustrating when you work hard, day in and day out, along with several other people in that locker room whom do the same thing, only to look like a damn fool every week to appease to their corporate favorites. He was beyond fed up and he knew others had to be too. He wasn't alone. All the underrated, unappreciated talent back there in that locker room, lowering themselves for those mediocre brats who have to have their way or there is no way. He made his way to the back door, bursting out of it with the rage of a thousand angry bulls. He could kill for a cigarette, or a bottle of whiskey or dumb slut to plow her brains out. Instead, he was about to get the one thing that could calm his nerves and send him into cardiac arrest all wrapped in the form of tattoos, long hair and a nice ass. "All that huffing, puffing and bitching isn't getting you anywhere. I thought you were better than that." Jon's stomach began doing a multitude of flips as she became closer. "Tishawna, what are you doing here? I thought you were fucking dead." Tishawna's plump lips curved into a devious smile as she cupped a hand on Jon's sweat dampened cheek. "Honey, I've survived two car wrecks, three jail sentences, four strip clubs, pimps and a lifetime with you. You can't get rid of me that easy. She puffed her cigarette once more, tossing the remnants on the wet ground. "I mean that in a good way, it's been too long. You look damn good." He let out a slight chuckle before embracing her. She gripped him as if she were so distraught and sad. For a moment, he thought he may have heard a sniffle or a cry but it must've been his imagination. She finally pulled away, looking into his eyes. "Hey, let's get out of this damn rain. You know what it can do to a sister's hair. I know a bar just a block up from here." Jon nodded his head as he followed her into the parking lot. He wasn't sure whether or not this was a smart decision, but hey, looking like that; she can get anything she wanted.
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The crowd at Malley's Pub and Grill was larger than life, the music and the noise was blaring from each and every corner of the building. Tishawna and Jon sat at two barstools, laughing, conversing and throwing back shots of whiskey and Hennessy. "So Shawna, how's life been treating you since you rose from the dead?" Jon laughed as he took another shot. "It's been great. Staying out of trouble and keeping busy. After I left CZW, aka hell, I got back into talks with WWE. It had been so long since my girls and I had been here but Vince told me he's never seen a better manager than me. Said I even gave Paul a run for his money, and here we are. He wants me to be Dean Ambrose's 'right hand woman' if you will." Jon nodded his head as a smirk formed across his face. "You as my manager, give 'em that old school Shawna Mac and Jon Moxley. Well, minus the dog collar, chain and the dominatrix outfit." The two laughed as they simultaneously threw back another shot of whiskey. "You know, Good, I never thought I'd see you again. I had no clue where you went, how you were doing but I thought about you every day. I'm glad to be back here and I want you to know how proud I am of you. You've done damn well for yourself. You've earned it and I suppose you look pretty good yourself." Tishawna chuckled, turning to place a hand on his thigh. Jon snickered, in his drunken stupor, leaning over as if he wanted to kiss her. Tishawna knew where this was headed. They both got drunk, insulted each other a little, teased each other a little, next thing she knew, the bastard would have in a bathroom stall or a hotel room, screaming his name and scratching up his back. They've been playing this game since they were both 19 years old, in the streets, with no one but each other, living for today and not giving a damn about tomorrow. Don't get her wrong, it's not as if the whole charade bothered her. He was excitement, he was thrill, he was adrenaline, and he was damn sure a better fuck than anyone else she's had. But her mind was on someone who was more than just a friend with benefits. A past lover and her annoying 2AM thought. The man who made her laugh and cry all at once. No man has ever had her heart the Wade Barrett has. She knew she couldn't sit here and cry over him so she opted for the more reckless option. She turned to her left and seen her best friend swooning, drunk off his ass and getting frisky. Why not see how far this thing can go. She leaned over and whispered something into his ear and a few minutes later, they were back in her hotel room. They were back in her hotel room, ripped clothes cascading off of their bodies onto the floor. He had her pinned against a wall, her legs wrapped around his neck as he explored her. The next three hours was a barrage of scratches, screams, thrusts and everything she could want and not want once again. Once they finished, and he had fallen asleep, all she could do was look over and think "Damn, what have I gotten myself involved in this time?"
Hi guys! So I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm so behind with this story because it was supposed to be up a month ago. *shmoney dances* but anyways, please review and give me feedback. I'll be updating this a lot more because now that I have the initial chapter posted, it becomes easier. You know what to do.
ChelleGambino xoxo
