I'm back! I am soooooooo sorry for the lack of updates on my other stories lately but I've been pretty busy. For right now I've come up with a NEW story! The idea has been kicking around in my head for a while and I just had to get it out on paper. My muse is going strong for right now and I am determined to write as much as I can before it decides to to do a 180 and disappear on me again, lol.

And if you guys are wondering, no I have NOT forgotten about BMS. I'm working on that one as we speak, slowly but surely. Just be patient for a little while longer. In the mean time take a look at my latest story. Some of you might recognize the rough draft. If not I'll explain it at the end of the chapter, kay?

Happy reading!

Prologue: See you around, Sugar

"It's official… I'm lost."

An irritable sigh escaped me for the umpteenth time. The sound bounced off the concrete walls that looked exactly like the others from the previous hallway. I've been here for over twenty minutes and I still can't find my way around this damn building. This is why I can't help but look and feel awkward when walking into unfamiliar places, not to mention nervous. Of course, this is how I always feel when I enter a new wrestling promotion, especially now since I've been called up to Dragon Gate USA. I've taken a lot of risky bumps to get to this point in my four years on the Indy circuit.

Getting thrown through a trio of tables…

Tossed into barbed-wired ropes…

Body slammed onto a bed of thumbtacks…

It's crazy the shit I do to get my name out there. I must be doing something right if I'm here now.

Too bad it had nothing to do with my sense of direction. I rounded a corner at the end of the hallway, releasing an audible groan of frustration at the sight of another identical corridor. There wasn't much; some tables were branched out with stacks of paper, sharpies and pens and some random flyers. Some pay-per-view posters were plastered to the walls, along with pictures of various wrestlers brandishing titles.

While taking all of this in I spotted a stagehand hurrying down the hall. Oh finally. "S'cuse me," I politely stopped the portly man.

He looked to be around his forties with a rapidly thinning hairline. He wore grey sweatpants and a DGUSA t-shirt. Despite me giving him my kindest smile he just looked at me grumpily.

"Hi, um…could you please show me where the women's locker room is?"

Without so much as a word, the guy just bustled past me and kept right on going, leaving standing there looking stupid. Seriously?

"Thanks for your help," I called back to him sarcastically, then muttered under my breath, "asshole…"

I turned to continue on my way and that's when I collided with a solid body, causing me to stumble back. Thanks to the weight of my duffel bag I ended up flat on my ass, a soft hiss escaping me as a jolt of pain surged up my tail-bone.

"Ow…fuck that hurt," I grumbled out loud with a grimace. I really need to start paying attention to where I'm going.

"Clumsy much?" a low gravelly voice spoke.

I looked up and my breath hitched. My eyes took in the stranger towering over me, a man standing at around 6'4. He was well-built with faded jeans hugging his lower body and a black t-shirt that seemed painted onto his muscular torso. My gaze finally reached his face and my cheeks couldn't help but grow warm. He was…handsome

Messy dark blond hair, clean shaven jaw and ice blue eyes that were obviously dangerous as they stared down at me. Oh…

"Ya gon' sit there and stare at me all night?"

I snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh, uh sorry." Gingerly climbing to my feet, I dusted myself off before looking back up at the mystery man. "It's just that you look kind of familiar."

"Yeah," he smirked. "I get that a lot." He then looked me over from head to toe, making feel self-conscious all of a sudden. "You're new aren't you?

Isn't it obvious? "Yup. I'm the newbie." I held out my hand then. "The name's Troy, aka Libra Slate. You can call me either one, I don't care."

Again he gave me a careful once over, giving off the vibe of an animal stalking it's prey. "I know who you are. Who doesn't?" the man grinned, returning the handshake "I'm Jon Moxley."

Wait…Jon Moxley? The Jon Moxley from Switchblade Conspiracy? This must be the same guy I've heard so much about; he's the one who's known for competing in those crazy hardcore matches. His reputation makes him dangerous, volatile and unpredictable as they get.

Oh my god, I've just bumped right into a ticking time bomb.

"Jon." I laughed nervously. "It's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine, sweet cheeks." His eyes raked over me for the third time. I know that look; he's undressing me with his eyes. Typical. Not only is he considered crazy, but is also a perverted horn dog. So typical.

"It's rude to stare," I pointed out.

He finally let's go of my hand before moving out of my line of sight, slowly circling me to continue his careful observation. "My bad, but I can't decide weather or not I'm looking at just another Indy whore."

I was taken aback by the blunt comment, my brow arched in question. I know he didn't just call me a whore. "Excuse me?"

Moxley didn't reply until he was standing before me again, that now annoying smirk on his face. "No offense, doll face, but the indies are crawling with ring rats looking for scraps. Gold diggers who'll whore themselves out to certain wrestlers who're well on their way to the top."

That's true, no doubt. "…And you think I'm one of them?"

"Hm…kinda hard to tell when you're this hot." His gaze roamed my body once more. "Then again, whores and gold diggers are one in the same-"

Smack!

The sound of my palm connecting with Jon's cheek rang out into the hallway, echoing back to my ears. His head snapped to the side sharply from the force of the slap. My hand, hovering in the air, was now stinging.

"Don't you ever compare me to those women, you asshole. I'll never suck a cock or take a dick up the ass to get ahead in the wrestling business. Not in a million years."

I don't care if this guy is off his rocker; I'll be damned if I let him talk down to me like that. Not after all the blood, sweat and tears I've given up just to get to this point. Jon slowly turns back to me, features now donning a twisted grin. A red mark the shape of my hand was already forming on his pale cheek.

"Hot and feisty-I like that. Things should be more interesting around here from now on." With that said, he brushed past me, knocking his shoulder into mine.

I just stood there, realizing that I was trembling slightly and slowly took deep breaths, counting down from ten in an attempt to calm down. By the time I reached seven, however, Jon's voice called back to me.

"See ya around, Sugar."

And done. There! So what do you think? This rough draft is actually a chapter from the very first story I ever posted on this site. Sadly, I lost my muse for that one and couldn't finish it. Good thing I never deleted it, maybe it'll help keep this story going for a while. Who knows?

Anyway, til next time. Peace!