Raven looked up as her boss was walking down the hallway with a guy next to him. The guy was carrying a box of salad and a fork. She took an extra look at the man.

"Isn't that...? Yes it is!"

The men stopped next to her.

"Jon Moxley!" She said in an eager tone.

Her face was one big smile by the sight of him.

"These days I go by Dean Ambrose," he said.

Her face stopped smiling.

"Oh..." She said disappointed.
"What's wrong with that?" He asked.
"Well, I kind of hoped you would go back to Moxley since you've been fired from WWE and especially when you turn up here at Combat Zone Wrestling. This is Moxley's territory and you already got the fork in your hand," she said.

His thoughts briefly wandered back to the days where he would always bring a fork into the ring with him.

"Well, to be honest I haven't made up my mind yet about anything," he said.
"Please, bring out Moxley. I need him," she said.

He looked uncomfortable. She could read his thoughts in that moment.

"Not like that. I need him in the ring. None of the other guys will go too extreme with me," she said.

Her boss cut in.

"That's Raven for you. She can never get things wild enough," he said.
"Raven?" Jon asked.
"Yes?" She looked at him.
"Oh, I get it. Raven because of your black hair," he said.
"No, Raven because it's actually my real name," she said.
"Your parents named you Raven?" He asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because of my black hair," she answered and turned to walk away.

She walked down the hallway, turned around and yelled at him.

"Come play with me if you dare."

Then she disappeared.

Jon looked at the boss.

"Is she always that crazy?" He asked.
"No, she was actually kind of soft on you. She's usually way worse," the boss answered.
"Really?" Jon said and couldn't help but smile.
"Raven is one of our best performers. Many of our fans come to watch her instead of the men. We've never had a woman like her before. She likes pain. Hell, she loves it. She can never get things extreme enough but unfortunately the guys are scared to hurt her," the boss said.
"Because she's a girl?" Jon asked.
"Yes, I think so," the boss answered.
"That's just stupid. If she can take the heat, they should bring it," Jon said.
"I know but I can't force them. Let's go watch her match. You'll be amazed. And then you can decide what to do," the boss said.

They walked down the hallway together.

Jon was watching the match on a television screen. Raven was in there with some guy. She was beating the shit out of him with a chain.

"She looks good in there," Jon had to admit.
"Yeah, doesn't she? I know she's longing for him to whip her with the chain but he refused before the match," the boss said.
"She's really that crazy?" Jon asked.
"Jon, she's the female image of you. Backstage we call her Mrs Moxley. We haven't had anyone as crazy as you till she showed up. I'd love to pair you two up together one way or another if you're up for it," the boss said.

The match ended. Jon was still standing there with his salad. He turned to face the boss.

"I'm going in," he said.

Raven couldn't believe her eyes as she saw him walking out. He stood a bit away from the ring just watching her.

"Can Moxley come out and play?" She yelled at him as loud as she could.

He grinned at her. She stuck her tongue out to the side, a thing she always did when she was having a way too good time in the ring. He tossed the salad aside and walked fast to the ring with the fork in his hand. He slid under the ropes and went to stand up. They were facing each other. She wasn't sure if he was there to be her friend or her enemy so she waited for him to take the lead and then she would follow.

The stare off built up the audience. They were waiting in anticipation. He was still grinning at her, looking kind of psychotic. He moved fast. He was behind her in no time, the fork sticking into her throat.

"You wanna play, huh?" He yelled in her face, then stuck out his tongue and licked her cheek.

Yes, Moxley was surely back. He gave her a DDT and she laid still in the ring. He went to the second rope, looking out at the audience. Everyone went crazy by the sight of Moxley being back. He didn't see her get up to her feet behind him. She got a hold on the chain she had just used in the match. He didn't get much chance to react as the chain went around his throat and pulled him backwards. They fought for dominance but he ended on his stomach with her on his back still pulling the chain towards her. He stuck out his tongue and screamed as if he was being choked for real. She noticed the fork in the ring. She held the chain with one hand and reached the other to grab the fork. The audience went crazy as they saw she had it. However, no one had seen her next move coming. She slammed the fork down in one of his buttocks. He screamed in pain. She let go and the fork just stood up straight. It was hard not to laugh by the sight of it but she held it in. She grabbed his hair and smashed his head down in the ring, making him lie still.

"You should have known better than to play with me, Moxley!" She screamed at him.

She went to face the audience, her tongue out to the side of her mouth, fists in the air. Then she left the ring and went backstage.

"You fucking stabbed me in the ass with a fork!" Jon was yelling as he came backstage.
"Yeah, I know," she said, giving him a weird look.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled.
"I thought you liked a bit of pain," she answered.
"I don't like getting a fork stuck in my ass. How would you like it if I stuck a fork in your ass?" He was still yelling.
"I don't know. I've had many things up my ass but never a fork. Maybe we should try it," she answered.

He couldn't stop himself. He burst out laughing by her words.

"Fuck, you really are crazy," he said between his laughs.
"I know," she said and smiled at him.
"I can't wait to get you in the ring again," he said and walked away.