So this is the new fic that I'm really excited about, haha. Hopefully you guys like it! It's another Dean Ambrose story but it starts back when he was in FCW. So anyways, here's chapter 1. It's kind of short but it's just part of the beginning!

Jon flopped down on the bench next to his gym bag. He was sweaty and out of breath from his workout. He grabbed his water bottle and took a quick drink before leaning his back against the cold wall behind him. He closed his eyes, but only for a moment when he felt his phone vibrating in the bag next to him. Jon groaned to himself and rummaged through the bag. He finally found the phone and quickly answered it, regardless of the unknown number on the screen. "Hello?", he answered. "MOX!" the familiar voice rang through the line. "DJ?", he asked assuming it was his former boss and good friend DJ Hyde, seeing as he's one of the few people that still refers to him as Mox. "YEAH MAN. HOW YA BEEN? HOW'S LIFE TREATIN' YA? HOW'S FCW? YA GOT ANY TIME OFF?" DJ hammered out the questions in his normal fast paced demeanor causing Jon to chuckle. "Shit man, slow down. I don't even know where to start", Jon said before hearing a bark of laughter as DJ's immediate response. "Sorry kid. Ya got any time off soon, Mox?", he asked again. "Yeah, comin' up this weekend. Why? What's up Deej?", Jon asked. "PERFECT!", DJ exclaimed loudly. Jon moved the phone from his ear at the loud response. "Ya know, Tournament of Death is this weekend, and we've got this new competitor and man is she somethin'..." "She?", Jon asked cutting him off. "Yeah! New girl. We signed her a couple months ago. Names Mickie. She's one of the best we've got right now man, she's incredible. She reminds me a lot of you, actually. Her character, anyway. But like I was sayin', you should come up Mox! I'm sure everyone would love to see ya and I really want ya to check Mickie out. I think you'd be impressed." DJ continued. Jon was confused as to why DJ would invite him to TOD just to see this new chick he had. He scratched his head trying to quickly contemplate his answer. "Uh, yeah I don't see why not", he answered. "GREAT. I'll see ya this weekend then Mox!", DJ said before hanging up the phone. Jon heard the click and laughed to himself. "Good ole DJ", he thought.

Thursday:

Mickie sat in the tiny, compact locker room with the other female talent at the small gym that CZW was using for an arena tonight. She laced up her knee high, maroon Doc Martens that she used as wrestling boots and straightened up her black skirt before leaving the rest of the girls in the locker room to continue their conversations. Mickie was an aquaintance of most of the girls, but she seemed to get along with the guys more. She had a few of them she could consider close friends; one in particular, Sami Callihan. He was like a brother to her. Sami was the first person to welcome her to CZW and he saved her ass on more than one occation. Being that CZW didn't have a lot of female talent, when a girl presented herself, some of the male fans got a little, well...ridiculous, for lack of a better word. Usually, they were pretty rational, but of course, there's always that choice few..

"Mick!", she heard Sami call from down the hall. He huried toward her. Her and Sami were in a mixed tag match against Scarlett Bordeaux and Shane Hollister. It was her last match of the week before the biggest weekend of her life; the weekend of the CZW annual Tournament of Death.

It was now early Friday morning. The sun hadn't even come up yet. Jon was planning on leaving in about 10 minutes to head out for Ohio where CZW was hosting this year's TOD. He had his bag already packed so with a few minutes to kill, he jumped on his computer and went straight to youtube. He was interested in seeing what DJ was so hyped on about this Mickie girl. He found two videos, one being an actual match and the other a promo. He watched both videos and could immediatly see where DJ was coming from. She was amazing, and she did have similar qualities to his Moxley character. He also couldn't deny the fact that she was a total bombshell. She had long light brown hair and green eyes and a hot body. He shut the computer off and loaded his bag into the car before setting off to see the tournament.