Alright, here is this new story I've been talking about. I got the idea from writing my other story and I just wondered what it would be like for Dean Ambrose to have an on-screen girlfriend. I was going to incorporate it into that story but figured it would make it way more complicated than it already will be soooooooo...you guys get this one instead. Yay! Just in case any of you guys are worrying, I'm still hard at work on The Madness and neither story will take away from the other...hopefully.

Rated M for my dirty sailor mouth and maybe a lemon in the future.

As all my readers know, I name my chapters for the songs that inspire them and this one, as well as the title of this gem, is Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC. It's very obvious that Dean/Jon likes them and Shoot to Thrill is my favorite AC/DC song. ENJOY!

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October 26th, 2014- Dallas, TX

"Oh my fucking God! Those two are idiots!"

Alex was in the gorilla, watching her two favorite wrestlers on the monitors, and trying not to have a brain aneurysm. Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose- Colby and Jon to her and the rest of the locker room- were in Hell in a Cell and had both just taken a dive onto the announce tables, shattering both. Alex and her team of fellow trainers were told to wait ten seconds before rushing out to put them on stretchers, but she didn't care about any of the scripted story. Colby looked broken in half and Jon was staring up, unmoving, his eyes glazed over. She knew they both had to be in pain so when the guy holding the curtain for them said nine, she rushed through, telling her team to come with her. She sprinted down the aisle, going first to Colby, kneeling beside him.

"Hey, it's Alex, you ok?"

His pained eyes met hers, "My ribs. I can't breathe. It hurts."

"Ok, I'm gonna feel around. You tell me when it hurts."

She gingerly applied pressure to the top of his ribcage, making her way down until he grimaced. She kept going, feeling for breaks.

"Take as big a breath in as you can."

He did, inhaling and exhaling, wincing the entire time. She used her long strawberry-blond hair to hide her face from the crowd.

"Col, I think they're just bruised. No broken ones and your lungs aren't punctured. You good to keep going? Anything else hurt?"

He shook his head, "I'm fine, Alex, I'm good."

"Okay, I'll tape you up later. I'm gonna check on Jon."

She yelled out to put him on a stretcher, going with the story, as she made her way over to the man the Universe had come to know as the Lunatic Fringe. Leaning down to cover her face again, she looked into Jon's eyes, still a little glassy.

"Talk to me, handsome."

His eyes wandered over to hers at the mention of her nickname for him and he gave her a small smile. She knew it was wrong because he had a girlfriend and all, but it was harmless. She knew it and so did he.

"Hey, cupcake, how are you?"

"Good but you two are dumb as bricks. You feeling alright?"

"Yep, I'm fine," he said, his eyes saying otherwise.

"Hey," she said, snapping her fingers in front of him, regaining his attention, "Follow my finger."

She waved it back and forth across his sight line and he did an alright job at first, but then zoned out again. Fuck, she thought, probably a concussion. Hopefully a mild one, but still. She put her face directly over his, less than six inches in between them, and looked him in the eye.

"What's my name?"

"Cupcake."

"My actual name, smartass."

He grinned devilishly, "Alexandra Reinhart. I don't know your middle name."

"Where are you?"

"Announcer's table, Hell in a Cell, Dallas, TX."

"When's your birthday and how old are you?"

"December 7th, 1985. I'm 28 but 29's looking mighty sketchy at this point."

"Where are you from?"

"A shithole."

"Jonathan..."

"Oh no, the dreaded full name. Cincinnati."

"Are you good to keep going?"

"Absolutely. How's Col?"

"He's ok, bruised ribs. Take it easy on those."

"Will do, cupcake."

"Ok, see you later," she said, giving him a smile before she let the guys with the other stretcher come in. She got up, leading Colby's stretcher out, and proceeded as far as she could before Jon came up and dragged Colby back to the ring. She and her team got everything stashed away and she left two guys in the gorilla in case something serious and real happened. Going back to the trainer room, she got out everything she needed for Colby's ribs and Jon's head. When the match was done fifteen minutes later, the two men were brought to the back. The man with the two-toned hair winced with every step and she made him lie back, putting ice packs on his sides and giving him ibuprofen for the pain.

"Did you see the rest of it, Alex?"

"Um, no, you know I can't watch you two wrestle. I'd have a goddamn heart attack. If I hadn't had to come down to the ring earlier, I wouldn't have been watching that either."

"Oh man, you missed out. It was amazing! Everything was amazing."

"Well, honey, I'm happy for you and I'll be sure to remind you how amazing it was when you feel like shit tomorrow. Alright, just lie back. Let me see how bad Jon's head is and then I'll tape you up."

She walked up to the other man who was barely holding himself up.

"How ya feeling?"

"Like a bulldozer is paving through my head. Can I get some aspirin?"

"Let me assess first, then I'll give you some. Did you black out at all?"

"No, everything was just real hazy and then I saw your gorgeous face."

"Aw, flattery's getting you nothing right now. Is the haziness still there or is it just a headache now?"

"Just a fucking awful headache."

"Ok, I think it's just a mild concussion. Here, take these," she handed him some ibuprofen, "Who are you staying with tonight?"

"I don't know."

"You're not going to be with Renée?"

"She said something about flying out for something. I really wasn't paying attention."

"Nice. Well, you gotta stay with somebody, handsome. You need to be watched for anything serious."

"JON! WHERE'S JON?"

They heard his girlfriend before they actually saw her. Alex didn't miss his eye roll before he grimaced in pain again from the headache. Renée finally got to the door and rushed over to him, hugging him hard. Too hard, Alex thought. He unwrapped her arms from him, gently telling her to take it easy. Renée looked at her, worry in her eyes.

"Is he ok? I saw the fall they took and it scared me half to death!"

"He's gonna be ok. A mild concussion but assuming nothing changes overnight, he'll be back to his sunny self in no time."

He smirked at her, "Smartass."

"Stop recklessly throwing yourself around so that you don't have to see me all the time and I'll stop being a smartass."

"No, you wouldn't."

"Ah, you're right. I'd just have to be one to somebody else. Hey, Renée, can I talk to you for a minute outside?"

The blonde looked at her, confused, but followed her out where Alex turned to face her.

"Jon said something about you having to fly out tonight. Is that absolutely necessary? He needs someone to stay with him in case anything happens. I would suggest Colby but there's no way he's going to be able to stay up with his ribs so bad and there's not really anybody else that would help Jon out. If Joe were here, I'd ask him but since he's not..."

Renée held up a hand, interrupting her, "I absolutely cannot stay. I have to be in Los Angeles tomorrow morning to do a radio show and then I'm in a friend's wedding."

"You have a friend who's getting married on a monday?"

Renée looked a little pissed that she would pose that question, "Yes, I do. And I cannot stay, like I said. Here, I'll talk to my boyfriend. There has to be somebody."

Alex was a little pissed herself. If she'd had a boyfriend who'd gotten injured, she would've stayed with them no matter what. Screw a radio show and some friend's wedding. Jon could be seriously hurt and what? Nothing. Not even a thought about changing her plans. What the fuck? She had to take a deep breath before following Renée back into the room. It's none of your business, she thought, it's their relationship. But still, she was irritated. She considered Jon a friend and hated to see him with somebody who didn't give him as much consideration as he deserved.

She went to Colby and started taping him up, giving the blonde couple across the room a private moment. Maybe Jon could talk her into staying. Colby saw her face and gave her a small smile.

"What's got you so down?"

"Nothing that I can change. Jon needs someone to stay up and watch him through the night, but Renée has to leave."

"I can do it."

"Uh, no you can't, honey. You need as much rest as you can get since I'm sure they'll want you to work tomorrow. You're going to need as much stuff to dull the pain as I can legally give you."

"So who's going to watch him?"

"Don't know. That's what they're talking about, I guess."

"Doesn't look like talking to me."

They both discreetly looked over and yeah, it didn't look like a pleasant conversation. Renée was standing with her hands thrown out to the side and Jon was just glaring at her, obviously pissed. His hands kept rubbing the side of his head, trying to will the headache away but if Alex had to guess, his girlfriend wasn't helping too much with that. Might've actually been adding to it. Whatever, she thought, his girlfriend, his problem. Jon's eyes snapped over to hers and she whipped her head around, going back to her job, embarrassed that she had been caught. She finished wrapping Colby's ribs and helped him sit up, hating that there was nothing more she could do for him. Under the Wellness Policy, all she could give him was ibuprofen. If it wasn't serious enough for him to need to go to a hospital, then he couldn't take anything stronger and still compete. She wished his girlfriend could've flown in for the event so he'd have someone to help him out but he said he was rooming with Glenn and she knew the big man would watch out for him. He hugged her goodbye and, after nodding at Jon, made his way out of the room.

"Hey Alex, can I talk to you?"

She turned from packing her wraps and tape back up and saw Jon still sitting, all alone. When did Renée leave? She hadn't heard anything but now that she looked around, she noticed they were completely by themselves in the room.

"Sure, did she decide to stay?"

He snorted, "Uh, no. Said her stuff tomorrow was unmissable."

"Ok, well, do you have anybody who can stay up with you? I really don't think anything will change in your condition, but I'd rather be safe, ya know?"

He quirked his head to side, looking at her a little strangely, "I do have someone in mind. Someone who'd do a really fantastic job if something did happen."

"Oh, who's that?"

"You, cupcake," he smiled at her.

That caught her completely off-guard. Sure, she and Jon were friends, but they didn't really see each other outside the arena. They had their witty rapport in the trainer's room but other than that and when she was at ringside before events, there was really nothing there. Why would he ask her of all people to watch over him? Surely there was somebody else.

"Cupcake...oh, Cupcake...Alex...Alex!"

"Huh," she mumbled, snapping out of her head, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, but I could see your wheels turning. You don't wanna watch over me?"

"Um...no it's not that but uh...I mean, I'd basically have to be in the same bed with you all night and is Renée going to be ok with that?"

"She'll be fine."

"Did you ask her before she left?"

"No," he sheepishly replied.

"Jon..."

"Oh come on, cupcake, do this for me please. It's either you or I have to go begging to someone else. I'll owe you, big time."

She weighed out the pros and cons. He would owe her a favor that she could cash in at probably anytime. They got along and he made her laugh with his off-kilter comments and questions. He wouldn't try to have sex with her...or would he? Before Renée, Jon had quite the reputation with the girls. But now, she thought to herself, well, if he did try anything, she'd just put a quick stop to it. How would Renée feel about all this? Not that she and Alex were friends or anything close to that, but Jon was hers and Alex didn't want to encroach on that at all. Hmm...

"Ok, I'll do it. But," she pointed a finger at him, "You are buying me coffee...lots of it. And if you're ok to drive in the morning, you are taking us to the next city while I sleep in the car and you will not play the radio loud. You will buy me more coffee when we get to San Antonio and you will still owe me a huge favor. Deal?"

He grinned widely, showing off his dimples, before extending his hand, "Deal."

She shook it and hoped she hadn't just made a deal with the devil. She told him to wait while she finished packing her stuff and then they went to the locker room to get all his belongings. Afterwards, they got to the hotel and checked into a room for the night. Getting in there, he sat his stuff down, telling her he was going to take a shower.

"Leave the door cracked."

"Why, Alex, you gonna sneak a peek?"

She rolled her eyes dramatically, "Uh, no, calm your ego. It's just so if something happens and you crack your head open, I can help you instead of wondering how to jimmy a door lock."

"Ok, Miss Reinhart, all business, all the time."

She smiled at him, "That's right, Mr. Good, now go take your shower."

"Yes ma'am," he said, giving her a lazy salute.

"Fuck off, Jon."

"Ouch," he mumbled, shuffling off to the bathroom.

She shook her head after him. He was trouble and she knew it. Settling down into bed, she turned on the tv, finding Dazed and Confused on a channel and staying with that. Jon came out 10 minutes later in sweats with no shirt on and got into bed beside her. She glanced over at him, enjoying the view despite herself.

"Just so you know, I'm waking you up every two hours. Be prepared."

"Fuck, can't you just wake me if I'm acting funny?"

"Um, no, that's not how concussions work, handsome. Stop throwing yourself into shit if you don't want to be treated like this."

"I think I like how bossy you are."

She laughed out loud, "God, be glad you're not my boyfriend then. You'd get tired of it real quick."

"Who says?"

"Every guy I've ever been with. Can't deal with the fact that I'm a bossy, independent woman."

"Hmm," he said, laying down to fall asleep, closing his eyes, "Sounds good to me."

She was silent until she heard his breathing even out, signaling he was under.

"Good thing you've already got a bossy girlfriend then."

She woke him two hours later and he was okay. She did it again two hours after that and he grumbled a little bit. It was nearing five in the morning when she woke him up for the third time.

"Jon," she shook his shoulder.

He groaned, "Noooooo, just let me fucking sleep."

"I'm sorry, handsome...come on, wake up."

"I am awake, goddammit."

She smiled down at him, knowing he was only irritable because of his injury, and rubbed his arm softly, "A few quick questions and then you can go back to sleep, I swear."

His irritated eyes met hers and she held his stare until his blue eyes softened, "Alright, go ahead."

"What's your birthday?"

"December 7th, 1985."

"Where were you born?"

"Cincinnati."

"Where are we?"

"Another hotel on the never-ending road, this time in Dallas."

She was happy his sense of humor was returning, "What's my name?"

"Alexandra Reinhart."

"What do you call me?"

"My cupcake," he said, shifting so his head was in her lap and throwing his arm over her legs, sleep slowly starting to take him again. She paused momentarily but when he didn't do anything else, she just decided to let him be and continued with her questions.

"What's my job?"

"To take care of me," he yawned and nuzzled even closer into her.

She laughed lightly, "And everybody else."

"Yeah but you like me the best."

"Aw, that ego's getting big again, I see."

His eyes closed, "Whatever...thank you by the way."

"For what?"

"Taking care of me. I know I've been a dick tonight."

She ran his fingers through his dishwater blonde hair, loving how soft and curly it was, "Like you said, it's my job."

His hand came up to grab hers, entwining their fingers, "Is it only a job?"

She put her other hand on his back, rubbing soft circles, "Go to sleep, Jon, your next two hours are ticking away."

His soft snores came soon enough and she laid her head back against the wall, sighing.

"No, handsome, not just a job."

They got to San Antonio the next day and Jon shook her lightly to wake her up, enjoying the way she stretched and yawned. He pulled into a local coffee shop and got out to get them some drinks. Handing it to her while taking a big gulp of his own, they arrived at the arena, going their separate ways after a hug and him giving her a kiss on the cheek and another thank you. He went to catering to grab something to eat and she dropped her stuff off in the training room before heading out to the ring. Before the shows started, she would go down to the ring while everyone was working out their spots, just in case someone got hurt. When she got there, she saw Summer and Rosa in the ring, working on a sequence for their dark match before tomorrow's taping. When they saw her, they waved her over, obviously frustrated.

"Hey Alex, can you help us with something?"

"Sure, Danielle, I can you help you and Milena. What's up?"

"We're trying to come up with an ending to the match and can't think of anything creative enough."

The girls did this all the time. Alex had been working for the WWE for almost five years now and in that time, she'd been trained in the basics of wrestling. She thought it was for the best so she could understand the injuries sustained by the athletes more. Apparently, the girls thought she was good enough to help them work out their moves. Alex got into the ring and asked to see what they had come up with. When they showed her, she tried to hide the slight grimace. They were right. It was awful. This was her biggest problem with the Divas division. Some of these girls they picked were just downright bad. But it didn't surprise her. Most of these girls were models before coming to the E and they were expected to learn how to wrestle overnight. The product suffered but no one in the back cared because they were giving the audience a pretty face to look at and nothing more. It wasn't true of all the girls, of course. A few- like April, Nattie and Saraya- were really good but Alex wondered sometimes if they didn't feel cheated because they weren't given the same consideration the boys were. It was irritating to her and she could only imagine the top girls felt it even more. That was the main reason she helped out the girls with less experience so often. If she could do anything to help them get better, she would.

"Alright, so instead of a simple lariat and face-planting her, try this. Milena, you go for your neckbreaker. You guys roll through it and Danielle, you send her into the ropes. Follow her in and knee her in the stomach when she comes off then hit the bulldog and call it a day."

The girls ran it through and were so much happier. They both hugged her, exiting the ring, and she noticed April standing there, smiling at her.

"Hey Alex, that was great! Much better than what they originally had. Wanna train a bit?"

"Sure," she said, grinning at the Divas champ. Alex loved going through sets with April. Her movement was so fluid that it felt like a huge dance routine. They locked up and worked for about ten minutes, each saying bits and they running through them. By the end, they were both breathing heavy but they were laughing and grinning from ear to ear. April clapped her on the back before speaking.

"Girl, why are you not on-camera? You're better than half the girls back there."

"You know why. I'm happy where I am."

"Are you sure about that?"

Both girls whipped their heads around to the person asking that question: Stephanie McMahon. She stood at the ring apron and Alex was confused. In all the time she had been coming down to ring before shows, she'd never seen her boss out here. She was always way too busy with other stuff, but here she was, asking her a question and Alex jumped to answer.

"Of course, I am. I love my job and wouldn't work for anyone else."

Stephanie hopped up into the ring, smiling at April as the smaller girl left, telling her thanks. Now Alex was even more confused.

"What's going on, Stephanie?"

"I had April come out here specifically to see you in the ring. I had someone tell me that you were just as good in here as our top Divas and that I should see for myself. Why didn't you say something about how good you are?"

"Because I didn't think it mattered. Someone suggested before that I be on-camera and John shot it down."

"John Laurinaitis?"

"Yes, said I wasn't pretty enough."

Stephanie rolled her eyes and shook her head, "That man...I swear sometimes. Well, I'm saying that you are a gorgeous girl and I would love to have you be on our show. It'd be more pay and I just know the fans would love you. What do you say?"

Alex was stunned. Was this really happening? Did she even want this to happen?

"Uh...I don't know. I really like my job and I wouldn't want to step over anyone who had worked really hard to get to the top."

"Alex, how long have you worked here?"

"Five years."

"Believe me, if you were just meant to be a trainer, you wouldn't be as good as you are at wrestling. I just saw someone in this ring who moved like it was completely natural and you know and I know that most people can't do that. It takes years upon years, sometimes over a decade, for some people to get to where you already are and you've only been learning, what, maybe one or two days a week."

"I'm not that good."

"Oh yes, you are. I'd be confident putting you in a championship match with April tomorrow. Come on, you can still be a trainer if you want. We can take any story you have slowly so that you can get used to being on-camera, but mark my words, you'll love it."

Alex smiled at her boss, her enthusiasm contagious, "Do you always get what you want, Stephanie?"

"Yes."

"Well then," she said, sticking out her hand, "Sure, you got yourself a deal."

Stephanie shook her hand gladly and promised that they would talk tomorrow once Stephanie had informed her creative team about Alex. She left the ring and Alex just stood there, looking around the massive arena, taking it all in. Good lord, she thought, what have I gotten myself into?

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Alright, chapter one in the bag! Whoo! Hope you guys enjoyed and I would love to hear anything you have to say about my story. Until the next time, XOXO.