After a long break for personal reasons I am hoping to update some of my other stories as well as starting a new one. I have had this idea in my head for months! I have been reading so much Ambrose fiction and I honestly cannot help myself.. I own nothing.

Chapter 1 - Boulevard of Broken Dreams

December 2017 - Las Vegas, Nevada

Jon Good sat on the same spot on his couch he has spent the last 10 days, he couldn't give a fuck that it was Christmas Eve, he was injured, his Doctor had told him the day before he could expect to be out for eight months. For Jon Christmas was just another day in which he planned to sofa surf and ignore the world around him.

Renee returned home from her shopping trip, having only gotten home from the road the day prior, she was ready to drop on her feet. The blond lady had spent a good forty five minutes before leaving the house attempting to convince Jon to join her, he of course was having none of it. Admitting defeat she had gone ahead and shopped by herself, buying the remainder of the gifts she needed along with all of the food for the Christmas Feast they were laying on for some of their friends.

"Oh no Jon, don't get up, I can handle all of these bags by myself" she spat out sarcastically, a tone not lost on Jon, he just couldn't find the energy to care. Instead he let out a small mumble his way of acknowledging he had heard her but not actually moving from his spot. With a loud huff Renee continued piling in her bags, "I get that you're frustrated Jon but this poor me self pity thing you got going on just isn't attractive" after receiving no reply for a second time she mumbled out a "whatever" before making her way up the stairs with some bags.

Jon knew he was being a dick but in his mind she just didn't understand, how could she, she wasn't a competitor, she didn't know what it felt to have the one thing you are good at pulled away from you. Eight months in his business was an eternity, it was long enough for somebody else to take your place as 'the guy', it was long enough for people to forget all about you and it was certainly long enough to drive you stair crazy. Pulling out his phone he saw a text from one of his Shield brethren.

*What time tomorrow Mox? - Colby*

Jon considered just ignoring it, a festive mood was far from his mind at the moment and he knew he wasn't in the head space to play host, quickly typing out *Ask Renne* and sending before tossing his phone across the couch. He didn't want these people in his house, they were still competing day in day out, they still had the rush of the crowd and that feeling only achieved stepping out in front of thousands. All Jon had was an indent in his couch and socks he had been wearing three days straight. Closing his eyes he allowed sleep to claim him, the only thing he was good at these days.

Jon woke some time later, noting it was dark outside now he heard Renee clattering around in the kitchen, letting out one last sigh he forced himself to his feet, he would make some kind of effort for her at least. The sight that met him in the kitchen forced his lips to pull into a somewhat smile, his wife in full Betty Crocker mode, pinny on, hair tied up and looking ever the domestic goddess.

"Got any use for an asshole with one arm?" he asked, hoping referring to himself as an asshole would prevent her doing so.

The blond woman stared at him for what felt like an eternity, he could see the cogs tuning in her head as she tried to decide if she had the energy to call him out on his recent bullshit. "Not a whole lot of good in the chopping department one handed, you can poor me a glass of wine, that might help" she added a small smile at the end, it was Christmas after all. "So how come Colby called me to ask what time for tomorrow? Have you not spoken to him?" the Canadian asked with an accusing tone.

Jon was silent as he poured her a glass of wine, opening himself a beer before walking to join her at her makeshift work station. "Didn't feel like talking to him, or anyone, earlier so I sent him your way" he watched her tilt her head in a look of almost disappointment, "plus, in my defence, you didn't tell me what time, so yeah. Who did you invite anyway?"

She paused as she thought about it, this was the point Jon knew his hopes of a quiet Christmas were dashed, "Joe, Galina and Joelle" he could deal with that, "Colby and unidentified guest" the second part worried him, but Colby was fine. "Dev and Alexxis" this he wasn't happy about, Alexis aka Miss Bliss had not long left her husband for the new excitement that Dev aka Finn Balor could bring, before he could protest she was adding to the list. "Lara and her friend Jess".

"Who's Lara?" he asked looking at his wife having never heard that name before yet she was coming over for Christmas.

"Lara is my new friend, I want you to meet her, I think she can help you" Renee answered, adding the last bit a little quieter.

"Help me?!" Jon was aware he had been in an insufferable mood for the best part of two weeks but who was this woman? "A shrink?" he asked a little louder than he had intended.

"Oh god no, nothing like that, she is like a personal trainer for athletes with injury, specialises in Sports Entertainment. But intensive..." Renee trailed off unsure if to continue before Jon had even met the woman.

"Intensive?" he wasn't even sure he wanted to know.

Renee smiled offering a very slight and highly uncomfortable laugh, "Live in 24/7 intensive."

Jon's eyes went as wide as saucers, " You wanna get me a babysitter?!"