October 10th, 2009 CZW Severed Ties
The Arena, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

"Anyone gives you a hard time tonight just let them know who you're with, alright?" Dee said to me as we walked in through the backstage door to The Arena. It was my third day in Philadelphia, the first and second weren't too great but I was hoping that was just me feeling homesick. Adam was behind me holding the door for another group of guys shuffling in with gym bags. We were here early for the sole reason of me getting first row alongside Dee so I could witness what I was "getting myself into".

Alvarez Nelson Rodriguez Erazo, or better known by his ring-name, Homicide; or to his friends, Dee, was currently my pro-wrestling trainer. I wanted the hardest trainer of the bunch and here I was almost a year into my training with him and we were practically brother and sister. Even though I was twelve-years his junior, I acted much more mature and he acted much more immature most of the time. Maybe our siblings bond happened after my father threatened him to take it easy on me after seeing his training style and he would totally take it easy on me when my dad was around, but Dee kicked my ass a lot when my dad wasn't there to witness it; which I appreciated because I really needed to grow a backbone.

Both of us were here tonight at The Arena because Adam was on the show, a friend of mine I grew up alongside and stayed in contact with, and Dee's friend from back home in California was in the main event. I heard things about Combat Zone Wrestling but I just couldn't believe the hype until I actually saw it in-person, so Dee thought it would be a great learning experience for me to see how much people put their bodies through to put on a great performance for the fans.

When fans started to file in, I noticed a common theme tonight and that was weapons. Some had trays, others were holding bags full of items that people could hurt each other with and I grabbed the flyer from the seat next to me and read it over. "This is totally a set-up" I said as I glanced at him while he leaned his back against the fenced barricade. He had been talking with a few of the ring crew but when I started to talk, it grabbed his attention.

"What's a set-up?" He asked

"This whole show," I said as I turned the flyer over to him to point at the 'Fans bring the weapons' match and a grin broke out on his face. "If you don't want to be my trainer anymore then you should just say it."

"You just need to see the ugly side of things, A.P." I quickly rolled my eyes at that and read over the names, smiling as I read over CWZ Wired TV Title Tournament First Round Match, Adam Cole vs. Alex Colon. I knew Adam was winning the first round tonight and I was excited to finally see him live after a year of him wrestling for this company.

"You should have told me earlier, I would have brought something they could use" I said

"Don't worry, I already grabbed a few things you can throw them" I raised an eyebrow as he pulled his black backpack up from under his seat to pull out forks and a staple gun.

"Forks, really?" I asked him with a smirk.

"Yeah, Forks. These fuckers hurt."

"If you say so, you're the expert" I said as I grabbed the staple gun and forks to place them down by my feet for later in the night. Maybe these guys would completely tire themselves out so the after party would be canceled and I could go back to my new apartment and sleep before my first grueling session tomorrow back here in this ring.

I had promised Dee that if I made it past a year as his student; I would up and move from my home in Florida to go to New York so it was easier for him and his contract in Impact Wrestling. But plans changed about two months ago when he was released from Impact Wrestling, so he came back to his old stomping grounds in Philly and asked me if I wanted to come along with him. I wasn't too excited about it at first but I knew that I had to make some pretty drastic sacrifices in order to fulfill my dream of being a pro-wrestler.

I was still settling into Philly, I was used to nice weather all of the time with a rain cloud every other day but when I first stepped foot out of the airport I was met with a harsh wind and pelting cold rain. It was October but it felt like mid-February. But I couldn't complain much, because I did have friends here, or at least people I have met once or twice. I wasn't completely alone.

"Come on Adam!" I cheered loudly, drawing the eyes of the man sitting next to me to give me a sideways glance. Adam was pretty much an unknown but not to me he wasn't and this guy next to me just had to deal with my cheering for the next few minutes. Once Adam did win with his famous Panama Sunrise off of the turnbuckles, I relaxed back in my seat and ran my fingers back over my tied back red-brunette hair.

Next up was a tag team match, then two singles matches that couldn't have lasted more than six minutes a piece and that was only because the match up next was the one everyone was waiting for and it wasn't even the main event. A man who walked out to a rumble of cheers was announced first, Jon Moxley and then his two partners 'The H8 Club" which consisted of Nate Hatred and Nick Gage. I had seen Nick wrestle before but the other two were a mystery to me. Then their opponents were announced, DJ Hyde, Scotty Vortekz and xOMGx.

Dee nudged my arm gently to make sure I was paying attention and I nudged him right back a bit harder, of course I was paying attention; I wasn't stupid. There wasn't much to look at in the muscle department; four out of the six men were overweight or just very big boned. Scotty and Jon looked like the only two who could actually pass off as wrestlers outside of CZW. The match started after a quick in-ring promo from Nick Gage telling DJ, Scotty, and xOMGx that he was going to "Fuck them up."

The match was pure chaos and I think I was cringing more than I had ever done in my life, weapons were thrown into the ring including the staple gun that Dee handed off to DJ when he walked by holding Nate Hatred by the back of his neck. They were all being whipped with belts, and this long branch type weapon with steel at the end which didn't at all look all that pleasing. If Dee really wanted me to train here there was no way I was getting in that ring to wrestle, I'd refuse to in a heartbeat. All of these men had a death wish.

I moved my foot to the side when I crossed my legs and felt the silverware move under my foot. Why not participate? I asked myself as I picked up the two forks just as Jon was getting up from being thrown out of the ring and into the side of the barricade. His face was bloodied from the staple gun being hit on his hairline but he didn't look like he was stopping anytime soon. He was searching around for a weapon, pulling at the CZW curtain of the ring but finding nothing.

"Give Mox the forks" Dee leaned over and said to me as I gripped the end of the forks in my hand. Yes, give him the forks so he could hurt another wrestler in the ring to win. I took in a deep breath and grew a pair as I stood with my arm stretched out in front of me.

"Hey Mox!" I called and he wildly turned around, ducked a clothesline from DJ Hyde and grabbed the forks from my hand quickly. He turned back around and started to brutally hit Hyde with the ends of them against his forehead while I sat back down.

"I guess that's a good way to debut" Dee said next to me, mostly to himself and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Another setup, awesome. You really suck at this whole warning thing, you know that right?" I asked him and he chuckled and then clapped for a move set in the ring.

"I told ya a while ago that it's good to keep you on your toes, you work better that way" He said and then placed a hand down on my shoulder to squeeze it, "Don't worry, you did the job better than expected." I brushed his hand off of me so I could continue the match. How was that even a debut? I handed forks to a madman with a bloodied face. That was the most interaction I had with any of these six men in the ring ever, sometimes I really hated my trainer.

The match ended with DJ Hyde giving Jon Moxley a pretty nasty clothesline and then Nick Gage rolled into the ring to pick up the win over a distracted DJ Hyde. Overall it was an interesting match, a match I wanted no part in whatsoever again. They all helped each other to the back as intermission was called and I was thankful because I really needed some air, but Dee had other plans that included talking with the owner of CZW who was backstage being attended too.

DJ Hyde was currently the new owner of CZW and to say meeting him after that brutal match was a bit surprising. Hyde had cleaned off his face at least as well as his hand when he shook mine. I gave him a few praising words about the match and he was very grateful for the kind words but then it was time for business.

"I'd really like to get a camera on you after the show when you're leaving" Hyde said to me and I nodded as I glanced at my trainer beside me. "Everything's pretty much a shoot around here and you look like you're a fish out of water so I'm sure Homicide will catch you up. Here…" He said as he reached over the merch table we were hanging out by and picked up a small black t-shirt that read 'Explicit Moxley Violence' in bold white lettering. "Wear it, hang it or do whatever but make it known who you're here for." I nodded as I held onto the soft shirt in my hand.

"Of course, yeah, thank you so much for the opportunity" Hyde smirked and nodded; thinking in his head that my name alone was going to bring more fans but I was gullible thinking he liked me for my talent.

"Let's go A.P." Dee said as he slid a hand onto the middle of my back to get back to the seats while eyes of every wrestler working for the promotion were trained on me. "Yeah they're staring at you," he whispered

"Why? I get it that I'm stunning but…" I let out a small laugh and he smirked beside me.

"They know who you are; they all got the run down on the new Princess of CZW coming to town."

"I think that name is a bit extreme don't you? I haven't even done much around here yet"

"Yet is the key word, for what DJ has planned for you; you're going to knock this company on his head." I did like the sound of that. I wasn't that big of a name yet, even though I've wrestled in Shimmer and for AAW wrestling in Illinois for about six months and even did a small part in ROH; sure people would recognize me from time to time but I was just A.P. to them, I wasn't the daughter of one of the greatest wrestlers of all time.

After the next three matches, the show ended with The CZW World Heavyweight Title Match which Drake Younger retained against B-Boy in a very lengthy battle. Dee had been giving me the rundown of Moxley; the forks were planted there for a reason because they really were the madman's weapon of choice. Next he told me about his various opponents who he has beat and who he has lost against, and then he ended it on the note that eventually I'd step away from the front row and be his arm candy by the end of the year.

Eric Gargiulo was outside chasing after me with a microphone with a man holding a hand video camera and finally after another few more calls of my name, I stopped to turn around. "Just a few questions" He said and I nodded as I looked around at the parking lot, some fans were gathering and others were just staring while going to their cars. "We had a special guest in our crowd tonight for Severed Ties, assisting Jon Moxley in the six man tag, fans bring the weapons, match. A.P., what the fuck was that about?" Eric asked me and then shoved his microphone under my chin and I smirked at Eric for a second before looking at the camera.

"First off, what's your name?" I asked him in an annoyed tone, "You obviously know me; it's good to know that my reputation in the Midwest has reached the east coast."

"Eric Gargiulo, and of course we've heard of you. Back to the question at hand, why were you here tonight?" He asked me

"I was here to watch some professional wrestling, and to the whole Jon Moxley assist comment, all I did was hand him some forks"

"Some guys backstage are talking that you two are in talks of-" I cut him off by taking the microphone from him and gave him a short glare before I turned my attention back to the hand held camera with a fixed smile.

"The guys backstage can gossip all they want, they can say that I'm joining CZW, they can say that I'm with Jon Moxley. To be blunt, I didn't know who Moxley was until a few weeks ago. I heard a few things here and there so I decided to come to The Arena in Philly to see who this Moxley was. I took time out of my busy schedule to see what could be described as one of the bloodiest and outrageous matches ever. But when I was watching Moxley push those forks into DJ Hyde's forehead tonight, something just… ya know grabbed my interest."

"So we should expect to see you back here?" Eric asked as he leaned forward to get it on the microphone that I was still holding.

"I'd say that's a safe bet but who knows, like I said I'm a pretty busy woman" I continued to hold the microphone as he leaned over again.

"I see that you're supporting the Mox shirt…"

"You're reading way too much into this. Look, I get it that you're in an interviewer Eric, but I'm A. fucking P. I do things that aren't normal sometimes, like give forks to a madman who stabbed those said forks into a man's skin right in front of me. He made me a fan so of course I'm going to buy one of his t-shirts to support him. Do you have any more gossip questions?" I asked him and he shook his head, "Well good, now can you tell me when and where the next CZW show is? I want to get the best seat in the house." I handed him back the microphone as he took over, telling me that Tournament of Death Rewind was going to be on October 25th in Townsend, Delaware and that the "Street Dog" Jon Moxley was going to be in a four corners of fun dog collar match against Thumbtack Jack.

The after party was in full swing when I arived and I've been to a few house parties before with Dee and his wrestling friends over the past year but this was something entirely different. You had your drunk guys who were downing shot after shot, you had a beer pong tournament, and then you had the ladies with little to no clothing on walking around eating up every word a wrestler was saying. The ring rats came with the territory of being an independent wrestler but some of these ladies took it to the extreme, most of them looked like knockoff strippers.

"You're Abby, right?" Chrissy asked me and then took a long swing of her bottled beer.

"Yeah, that'd be me" I smiled at her as I glanced around quickly, trying to find where Dee had run off to.

"I'm Chrissy, I heard that you're going to be joining our merry bunch soon" I nodded and finally found him with a group of guys drinking a beer. He could drink all he wanted and even if it was a house party, I didn't want to partake in the alcohol, it really wasn't my thing.

"Soon yeah, I won't be in the ring for a couple months though, they want me in the front row at all the shows assisting Mox" Chrissy smirked and then let out a small laugh, "Something funny?" I asked her as I tried not to sound annoyed. I wouldn't be caught dead being a friend of Chrissy Rivera's. Oh yeah I knew who she was, and I'm sure all the guys knew who she was as well on a very prostitute level.

"No nothing, have you two met yet?" I shook my head, "So you don't know what he's all about then?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion, what Mox was all about? What was she even getting at?

"No we haven't met, I actually have to go… awesome talking to you" I said as I quickly side-stepped her, in no mood for her kind of gossip. I would make up opinions on people as I met them and I had already met Chrissy Rivera before but she was drunk off of her ass after a Shimmer show months ago, hanging around the girls and talking shit about basically everyone and bragging about different wrestlers.

"Hey and there she is" Dee said after I walked up to the group of men and he threw an arm around my shoulders to squeeze me to his side.

"Hey… can I talk to you?" He nodded as he pulled me away from the unknown men around us.

"What's up?" He asked as I shrugged out from under his arm.

"I think I'm going to head out, I know you wanted me to stay for at least an hour but this really isn't my kind of scene" I whiff of someone smoking weed near me came up my nostrils and I sighed deeply. I had to grow up with a drunk and a druggie until I was fourteen years ago and yeah I did want to be in this business but this was not where I wanted to be at the moment.

"Stay for an hour, one hour that's all I asked and you can't even do that? You're usually all for house parties" He said and I nodded

"Yeah the parties where I at least know people, I know you, that's it." I said and he put his hand down on my shoulder and squeezed it.

"If you stay one hour then we'll start an hour later tomorrow morning" I groaned and threw my head back.

"You cannot bribe me right now, you'll probably be late tomorrow anyways and I'll have to start on my own again" He chuckled and squeezed my shoulder again until I looked back at him, "Fine. One hour late start tomorrow and if you're late then I get to pin you."

"Deal" He said and I grinned because I already knew I won this. "Now go get me another beer" I narrowed my eyes at him and he smirked, "Please, go get me another beer and one for you too so you can chill out" I shook my head at him as I turned around to get into the kitchen to grab my drunk trainer another cold one. The amount of stories I have heard from his friends throughout the year about his drunken nights were some of the best stories ever. How he ended up being a professional wrestling trainer was beyond me but I was only his second client, the first didn't really amount to anything and I hoped that one of these days I'd finally get the call to the big company.

"Mind grabbing me one, baby?" I heard from behind me as I reached down to grab a beer from an ice cooler. I came up with one beer though because of the name I was called.

"Who are you calling baby?" I asked in annoyance while turning around to face the man and I was met with none other than Jon Moxley himself.

"Ahh, A.P." He muttered as a slow grin spread across his lips. "We finally meet, for a second there I thought you were avoiding me."

"Why would I be avoiding you? We have to work together soon" He nodded and put his hand out for me to take and I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him for a millisecond before I placed my hand in his much larger one but instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed my knuckles. "Didn't picture you as a charmer" I said as I tugged my hand out of his after the quick peck on my skin.

"Oh yeah? What did you picture me as then? I saw you with Rivera earlier" Mox said and I quirked an eyebrow up and smirked.

"Were you watching me?"

"How could I not? You're the only fresh meat around here," I didn't particularly like being called 'meat' and the way he said it in his raspy tone; it just came off as a sexual innuendo.

"Right" I said as I handed him the beer that was in my hand, "Good to meet you." I said and walked passed him to leave the kitchen, already knowing full well that Jon Moxley was just going to be someone I worked with, we weren't going to be friends if he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

"Wait," he called as he followed me and wrapped his hand around my forearm and I pulled it away.

"Look, I know your type and I'm really not interested so if you would…?" I said back to him.

"Know my type? HA!" He said loudly, drawing a few heads to turn and I glanced down at the carpeted floor. "I think I know your type too, princess. A spoiled bitch who is just here for a couple shows until your daddy comes around and makes that call for you to join the WWE, right? Am I right?" He asked and I clenched my fist at my side, willing myself to take a deep breath and walk away but my Italian side kept me in place.

"Oh yeah that's me, you've totally fucking nailed it on the head" I spat, "You don't know me, Mox. If I was a spoiled bitch who just wanted my dad to call the WWE, I would in a heartbeat. And no I'm not just doing this for the experience or to say that I've been in the independent scene. I want to be one the greatest fucking wrestlers of all time and I can't get that in the WWE. I can't compete against the best wrestlers in the world in the WWE. I've heard it all before, there's not one thing that you can say to me that hasn't already been said and I bust my ass every single day for what I love. Sure it's not death matches and staples through the tongue. I don't want to be known as the girl who just stands there to look pretty because that was my mother and she was a fucking bitch. So go ahead, throw another insult at me, I'm waiting." I said to him and finally took in that deep breath my lungs were so desperate for.

When he opened his mouth to say something, I turned around and walked away. There really wasn't anything he could say to me that was going to hurt my feelings. I've been called every name in the vulgar book by wrestlers, and by fans and by independent news articles. And usually I would just let it slide but Mox made the wrong decision to say that in front of me when there were people around to hear it. My bark and my bite are on the same level and if I had to listen to him one more time I was pretty sure that the scene we already created would have been blown into deeper depths if my fist connected with his pretty-boy face.

"Where's my beer?" Dee asked and I shook my head at him, continuing on my way out of the house to get outside of the stuffed room. "Whoa, whoa, whoa" He continued as he followed me out.

"Jon Moxley can suck a dick, tell DJ Hyde I'm not doing his promotion" I said back to him as I got to the curb and pulled my phone out of my back pocket to call for a taxi.

"What the fuck happened?" Dee blew up, tossing his empty beer bottle onto the grass.

"Does it matter? You said this was going to be a great fucking opportunity here and I don't see any reason for me to be here. You want me doing valet service? I'll get a job as a bell-boy" I continued on my heated talk and pressed the send button once I got the number for a taxi service. He grabbed the phone out of my hands and I turned on him as he put a hand up against my shoulder to make me back off.

"Calm the fuck down right now" I clenched my jaw at his deep voice, "Tell me what happened."

"Jon Moxley is a prick, simple as that. I'm not working with him if he thinks that I'm a spoiled bitch" He raised his eyebrows and put his hand down from my shoulder.

"Did he say that to you?"

"I'm not going to say yes because you're going to go in there and…" He turned to get back into the house and I took in a deep breath. I had stopped him before and it ended pretty badly for me so this time maybe having an angry man who could probably kill you with a snap of his fingers would shake some sense into Mox.

I heard the commotion inside of the house as I sat my ass down on the curb, wishing I at least had my phone to call my best friend to tell him how my first night here was going. It wasn't until five or seven minutes later that Moxley was walking out with my trainer. Whatever happened between the two happened and I wasn't going to ask questions, especially with Dee's face telling me to be quiet. I stood up and brushed off my ass quickly before pushing my hands into my leather jacket pockets.

"Mox is going to join us in the morning for training" Dee said and I narrowed my eyes at my trainer, "And before you give me shit for it, hear him out."

"You're an asshole" I said to Moxley and that same grin broke over his face again.

"S'not the first time a woman has said that to me, probably won't be the last, princess. But ya know, Dee has a point, I'll give you a shot to prove me wrong tomorrow morning and if you still want out then I'll take full responsibly for fucking it up."

"Prove you wrong? Are you fucking-" I started to go off again and Dee cleared his throat. "Right, just stop calling me princess" Moxley shrugged and I bit down on my tongue from speaking out of turn again.

"We'll see you at nine, bud" Dee said as he patted Moxley on his back harder than what was necessary. I watched the dirty blonde walk off and before he got into the house, Chrissy was already wrapped under his arm and her filthy hand was pushed into the back of his jean pocket.

"Can I have my phone now that you've scolded the children?" I asked Dee and he fished my phone from his baggy pants and handed it to me.

"I'm gonna hang out for a while, text me when you get back to your place, alright?" I nodded and then watched him leave. I called for the taxi after getting the address of where I was at and then called my best friend.

"It's been almost a day without talking and I was starting to think you were taken as a hostage" I grinned, already feeling my spirits lifting.

"You wish Ty, you can't get rid of me that quick" I paced down the sidewalk while kicking at a few empty beer bottles.

"So how was the first day?" He asked and I sighed.

"Ya know, it was pretty interesting at the show and now I'm outside of this house after-party where my new boyfriend and I had our first public argument."

"Boyfriend? It's been three days, Abs" I laughed softly into the phone.

"Jon Moxley is everything you said he would be and more"

"Uh-Oh" Tyler said, "What happened?"

"Called me baby, called me a princess, called me a spoiled bitch, and a daddy's girl… but ya know that's just any old regular day at the office for me, you know that."

"Fucking idiot" He whispered, "When I'm there next week let him know he's a dead man." I stopped pacing and looked up with a confused facial expression.

"You got the time off?" He started to chuckle

"Yeah, I was gonna surprise you but you hate those so I thought I'd warn you. You still have a Shimmer show at the end of the month, right?"

"I do. See I told you this whole long distance thing wasn't going to be so bad"

"I should have believed you. So other than Mox being a dick, how do you like Philly?" Tyler asked as I slid into the back of the taxi cab and pulled the phone away from my ear for a second to tell the man behind the wheel where to go.

"I have a love hate relationship with it so far, I'm missing Chicago and Orlando so much. There's a show up in Delaware on the twenty-fifth actually, and I have to be at that Shimmer show on the twenty-sixth so schedule wise it's not the best. I'm hoping I can be there for Halloween but it's really not looking like it."

"Our first Halloween apart? Are you kidding me? Now who am I supposed to go paired up with?" I smiled at his desperate tone.

"I'm sure you can find one of the boys to help you out this year." I said as I pulled my wallet out of my purse and took out a twenty and a ten dollar bill. "How long are you staying here for?" I asked him.

"Three days if that's cool, I have an ROH show coming up after that. You think Dee will let you tag along for that? Pretty sure Gabe still wants you on the roster" I chewed on my bottom lip and shrugged to myself.

"I could probably go to the show, but as in signing a contract… if this thing in CZW falls apart and I really think it will eventually, the first person I'm going to is Gabe."

"Good, I need my sidekick back and the boys miss the fuck out of you" I smiled wider.

"I'm sure they do, me cleaning up after them all of the time. I'm sure Claudio misses me the most" I handed the driver over the thirty dollars and told him to keep the change as I hopped out of the car and headed up the walkway of my apartment complex. "Speaking of Claudio, how did your match tonight go?" I asked

"Won it" He said casually and my eyes widened.

"You won? Why didn't you tell me? Here I am blabbering on about how much I don't like this place already and you're keeping quiet about your win to be the number one contender. When is the big match going to be?" I asked as I unlocked the front door and made my way up the flight of stairs.

"December I think, they're going to announce it in a couple weeks" I smiled, wishing I was there to celebrate with him.

"Damn, now I really do hope this thing here falls apart so I can witness you become the Ring of Honor Champ" He laughed on the other end.

"I know you keep saying shit like that but I know you're gonna put your all into making things work there"

"And how do you know that? I could go into training tomorrow and just say fuck it" I said as I unlocked my door and then locked it back up quickly.

"Because it's not in you to give up so easily, that's why" He said as I tossed my purse onto the table and shrugged off my jacket to turn the heat on.

"And that's why I miss you so much, always giving me some type of encouragement. You know I've been training with Dee for almost a year and still I think you give me more motivation than he does"

"That's because he's a past gang member. I told you I'd help you train but you didn't want any part of it" I made a 'pfft' noise at him and he continued, "I'm not that bad of a wrestler actually I'm one of the best right now. You're missing out on some top quality talent right here, Abs. I'm going places and he has you wrestling in a shitty promotion that's not even on television."

"He's trying to make me work for my air time and I really don't mind that"

"Yeah you do, you've been on ROH before and Shimmer started taping just before you got there a couple months ago. What he's doing is wasting your talent and taking your money" I pursed my lips a bit and shook my head because I didn't look at it like he did.

"Maybe, maybe not"

"I talked to Hero tonight about what you're doing over in Combat and he said that there's no way in hell that they'll let you have a match. You're gonna be on Mox's arm and it's gonna drag down the credibility you already have. You already hate him, so come back to where you belong. Your friends miss you, I miss you, Abs." I didn't know how this conversation went into him begging for me to go back to my friends, to go back to wrestling every weekend and then flying home to Florida to see my dad.

"Look, like you said I don't give up on things easily so I'm going to try and make things work here. And if it feels wrong after a couple months then I'll tell the owner that it's not working and I'll call Gabe alright? Gabe said that he would answer any call from me and I'm holding him to that."

"A couple months tops, right?" I nodded as I sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Right. I'll figure it out by the end of the year" I kicked off my boots and crawled up onto my comfortable bed with a sigh. "I'm going to take a shower and head to bed, I'll call you tomorrow sometime after training?"

"Yeah, or text me 'cause I'll probably be on the road" he said

"Alright, I will. Goodnight"

"Night Abs" Tyler said and I pulled the phone from my ear and pressed the red button.

I really did miss my friends. I had only been wrestling for under a year but I had made some of the best friends traveling. I had met Tyler Black at an ROH show actually and then at my first AWA match in Illinois a month later. We instantly clicked and I don't know why it was him that I bonded with right away but I was thankful to have a great friend with me on the road that I could trust. He was such an egotistical maniac and I was a spitfire, maybe that's why promotions paired us up and we wrestled intergender matches all over the Midwest.

I'd give it until the end of the year here, mostly because I didn't want to end up back in Florida with my dad telling me that it was time for him to make a few calls. I didn't want him to do that. I didn't want to be in the WWE purely based on who my dad and mom were. I wanted to earn my spot just as much as the next person.

After my shower, I ended up on the couch watching television. There wasn't much on other than cartoons at one in the morning and I tried to unwind from today's events but I couldn't stop thinking about what Jon Moxley said to me. He wasn't wrong and that was hard to admit to myself in this empty apartment. I was in CZW as a stepping stone on my way to the WWE, and yeah I was spoiled most of the time. My dad bought me so much after I had moved in with him when I was fourteen, I never had to ask for anything; it was always there. When I finally told him that I wanted to be a professional wrestler at the age of sixteen, that's when he stopped giving me everything under the sun because he didn't want me in this profession.

When I was eighteen, I started to go to more of the independent shows in Florida and finally after two jobs and saving up over a year and a half, I found my trainer and started working on reaching my goal. It was a lot of work working at a diner at night and then working as a receptionist at a hotel in the early mornings. I barely slept just to make seven bucks an hour and eventually my dad saw how much I really wanted this and he started to come around. He supported me emotionally and mentally, not financially; and that's where Jon Moxley as well as so many others had me wrong.

The buzzer rang out loudly throughout my apartment and it made me jump out of my skin. I placed a hand against my chest to calm my erratic heartbeat as I stood up and went to the small PA box system against the wall. "Yes?" I asked as I pressed the button down to speak and then the button to hear whoever was at the door needing to get in.

"It's Mox, let me up" I stared at the cream colored PA box for a few seconds before I pressed the talk button again.

"Why are you here? I'm not letting you in."

"We need to talk and it can't wait until the morning, princess" He said and I groaned. Did he really come all the way over to my apartment from the party? What the hell was so important that it couldn't wait until nine?

"You have five minutes" I said and buzzed him in. I walked to my bedroom and pulled an oversized heather-gray sweater onto my tank top and shorts clad body. Also, how did he even know where I lived or what apartment number I was? I grabbed my phone and sent a quick 'I hate you' text to Dee because he probably got piss drunk and told Moxley all about where I lived.

He knocked on the door a minute later and I went to it, unlocked the first two locks and pulled it open. He didn't say anything at first, just ran his blue eyes over what I looked like when I wasn't all dressed up. "Are you gonna let me in?" I shook my head at him.

"No, now what do you need to talk to me about?" I asked him as I leaned against the door frame with my arms crossed under my chest. He scratched the back of his head and then rubbed the side of his neck, already picking that up as one of his nervous ticks.

"I don't do this often, but we do have to work together, so I apologize" I blinked a couple times and nodded, "I'm sorry for calling you a bitch."

"Well I'm not sorry for calling you an asshole"

"I wasn't expecting you too" He muttered and then ran his fingers back through his hair, "Are you really not going to let me in?" I looked back at my apartment and sighed deeply, I was being the asshole now because he was sincerely apologizing and he came all this way…

"Yeah, fine" I grumbled as I pulled the door open more to let him inside.

"Just move in?" He asked and I nodded.

"Three days ago… do you have a ride or something waiting for you outside?" I asked him

"Nah, I drove here" I raised an eyebrow and watched him sit on my couch. "Got a beer or something?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I don't really drink" I said while walking into the kitchen that was a branch off of the living room. "I have water; you should probably drink some water." I pulled out two bottles and handed him one.

"So you think I'm an asshole but yet don't want me driving drunk" He commented and I leaned my shoulder against the wall.

"I can't have you getting into a car accident and injuring yourself, I don't really want to be valeting Nick Gage, I think he'll eat me" That caused Moxley to laugh whole-heartedly and I smiled from the corner of my lips.

"And you don't think I'll eat you?" He asked and I shook my head.

"Toss me around, probably but eat me? Nope" I took a long drink from my water bottle and then screwed the cap back on.

"Ya know you're actually kind of funny when you don't have a stick up your ass" I continued to smile at him

"I've been told that before a time or two, Mox" He nodded and took a drink from his own bottle.

"Call me Jon" I nodded slowly

"I was under the impression that you liked to be called Mox though"

"That's true but if we're trying to get to know each other, call me Jon." I nodded again; he actually was trying to be civil.

"Okay, then I guess you can call me Abby" He smiled softly and nodded as he turned his eyes over to my television.

"You're a cartoon watcher too?"

"I am, especially when I can't sleep" He patted the spot next to him on the couch as he got comfortable and I bit down on the inside of my bottom lip.

"C'mon I don't bite" He said as his blue eyes trained back on me.

"I highly doubt that" I said boldly, cursing myself for not having a filter this late at night. Jon's lips turned up into a grin as he grabbed one of the pillows and put it up next to him.

"There, now we have a barrier, c'mon" He motioned with his head to come over and I took in a deep breath and walked over to the couch and sat down on the opposite side of the barrier. He pulled the pillow away and tossed it to the side once I leaned back against the cushion and I shook my head.

"Very smooth" I said as I glanced at him and then turned my attention back to family guy.

"So do you have a boyfriend back from wherever you came from?" He asked a few minutes later after silence.

"A boyfriend? No. Don't really have time for all of that stuff, you know? Being on the road constantly kind of ruins relationships" He nodded and leaned back against his side of the couch and brought his arms up to stretch them out over his head and then I felt his arm wrap around the back of my neck and I started to laugh as I shrugged him off.

"I take back the smooth comment completely; come on you could have at least been a little more original about it" I said to him as I turned my face to look at him once a commercial popped up on the television screen. How he moved it close to me I had no idea, maybe I was too preoccupied with watching the episode I hadn't seen, or maybe my mind was just thinking about how much I was going to kill Dee tomorrow for giving Jon my address. But there he was sitting close next to me, after his failed attempt at wrapping an arm around me and that wasn't even the icing on the cake. He actually leaned in and kissed me. Full on, lip-lock kiss.

I pushed at his chest and stood up quickly, "You don't have any shame do you?" I asked him as I shook my head as he stood up.

"It's obvious that you're attracted to me and your hot, of course I'm gonna act on it"

"Attracted to you?" I started to laugh, "I am not attracted to you. I was letting you stay and sober up before I let you leave to drive home."

"Sure you were, Abby. I didn't drink much at the fucking party so that can't be an excuse 'cause I'm sober" I clenched my jaw and walked to the door.

"Get out then, forget this ever happened and I'll see you at nine" I said while I looked anywhere but where he was still standing.

"Gonna be kind of difficult to forget that, I felt you kissing me back" I looked at him now with that accusation.

"I didn't kiss you back, I pushed you away" He nodded with a humming noise as he started to walked towards me and the door that I had opened for him to leave.

"Sure, sure. I was imagining it all" I nodded and opened the door wider but he stopped in the door way and I tapped my foot with impatience.

"I'll see you at nine" I said pointedly and he nodded once as I looked back at the television because Brian was screaming. Jon took another opportunity because of my A.D.D. and kissed me again. He put hand to the back of my neck this time around so there really was no escaping him by pushing at his chest. I did push at his chest though and his grip squeezed tighter while his other hand moved onto my waist. I fought the urge to knee him in the groin because eventually he would have to stop kissing me and I really didn't want to injure him and waste my opportunity in CZW by breaking his dick in half.

Jon wouldn't give up though, determined for me to kiss him back so I gave him what he wanted and firmly pressed my lips against his dominate ones. Maybe it was his intoxicating scent of cigarettes, leather and whatever cologne he used but it was doing weird things to my insides and I found myself enjoying the kiss. He took a step forward and I stumbled back a step into the door as his fingers on the back of my neck loosened and my hands that were on his chest moved down to his sides.

When my lips parted and his tongue took a swipe against my own, my fingers tightened on the black soft t-shirt he was wearing. His hand that was on my waist moved down onto my hip and his fingers bunched up my sweater so his rough fingertips touched the skin just above my shorts. The pad of his thumb slowly rubbed circles against my skin and I could feel myself becoming undone in front of him. The taste of his tongue was much more intoxicating than his scent so I knew that I was a goner.

As his hand moved up under my sweater and tank top to my ribs and up to my breast, I finally knocked myself back into reality and pushed at his chest and pulled my mouth away from his. He was grinning as his blue eyes looked me over in a haze. "You're such a smug son of a bitch" I whispered as I regained my breath.

"I'll see you tomorrow at nine, sharp" He threw me a wink before walking out of my door and down the hall. I locked the door after a few seconds of just standing there and then leaned my back against the white door. He did all of that to prove a point and it worked, my god did it work. If I didn't stop and pull back when I did I knew that I'd be waking up next to him in my bed, or maybe he'd ditch sleeping over and just leave right after. My backbone had completely dissolved in front of him and now I was dreading nine am.