So, this is my first story, a two-shot, formed from a stroke of inspiration from my muse Jon Moxley (i.e Dean Ambrose).

I own only Alysson and the plot. I do not own anything else.

Please review your thoughts and let me know if you liked my story, I welcome constructive criticism! The story is rated M for the second (and last) chapter. *hint hint*

"Hey Lyssa, you're coming to the bar tonight. Drake's gonna sneak you in", Sami said as he passed her a roll of tape. She looked up in disquiet. "Is Mox gonna be there?" Sami paused "Yeah." Lyssa rolled her eyes and huffed "Then you already know I'm not coming."

He snorted "It's going to be your first live match. We're going out to celebrate whether you like it or not." Lyssa sighed, knowing that she couldn't wiggle her way out of this one. Her nerves were already topping the chart right now; in twenty minutes, she would be heading out to the ring for her first live match against Anne Leopard; a woman having two years of experience on her. Although she had wrestled matches before, none of them had been in front of a crowd; and a crowd as large as this one left the young girl a mess of nerves.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me here" Sami's voice brought her out of her musings. "It's gonna be alright. You've trained a year for this. The moment you go out there, you forget about everything else. The adrenaline takes over. It's okay to be nervous."

She smiled cockily and said, "What makes you think I'm nervous? I was born for this." He shot her an amused look that said 'really?' "Okay I might be a little nervous. But I know that I'm going to nail this. Just another match, right?"

She gave him a small smile which he returned. As he got up to leave, there was a knock at the door and a voice was heard "Lyssa? Come on out, it's time for our match." Lyssa sighed and got up to open the door. "Lets go, Anne" she addressed the redheaded Anne waiting beyond the door. "Thanks for the motivational speech, Sam" she nudged him playfully. Sami just grinned and said, "Knock 'em dead, shorty".

She walked up to Anne, who gave her a reassuring smile. Everyone seemed to smile a lot today. Anne turned to her. "Let's go over this- you remember our spots?" Lyssa nodded. "Taped your tits down?" Nod. "If we miss a spot, we move over to the next one. Nice gear, by the way." "Thanks" she looked down at her black and blue ring gear- a cropped tank top with black shorts with "Sparks" written across her buttocks in electric blur color, which complemented her raven black hair with the same colored blue highlights.

Anne's music blasted out to the arena. "Ready?" She turned to go. "As I ever will be" Alysson Sparks replied, following after her a minute later when her own theme music blared. The hyped, slightly drunk crowd and the lights shining brightly drove her into a haze; and true to Anne's words, she forgot about everything other than this moment.

"Here's to a great match and a greater debut!" Sami slurred, clinking his glass against four others. He quickly drank his beer down, spilling it past his chin in the process while others looked on in amusement. "I think he's happier than I am on my debut." Alysson chimed, drinking her own pint, albeit slowly. She wasn't over drinking age limit, but that didn't stop her friends to smuggle her in bars and clubs. Drake always found ways to blend her in. although she was twenty years old, her short five foot petite frame and large brown almond eyes always made her look younger than she was.

They were midst of celebrating her in-ring debut in the only women's match of the CZW event. DJ Hyde had made that match especially for his only female student, teaching Alysson since she just turned 18. She approached him when she was seventeen, but he refused her, saying that he didn't teach girls. But ultimately due to her persistence he finally relented and started training her when she turned 18.

Often critical of her work, he nevertheless saw the talent and potential within her, and she could tell seeing his face after her match that he was proud of her prowess. He just grunted at her question "How was it?" but Lyssa knew how to crack the Hyde code. She was practically his little sister now.

Looking around now through a slightly buzzed haze, she couldn't remember being this happy in a long time. She was surrounded by her closest friends and mentors, celebrating her debut match in a seedy bar. She sighed happily, hoping the haze doesn't break.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Of course, it was too good to be true.

She groaned at his voice, really hoping it wasn't who she thought it was. She looked up to check, and of course it was him. Who else?

"Go away." She really didn't care to see him, considering what he did to her, but nonetheless she still couldn't help admiring him standing there in his leather jacket with his usual skank at his arm. She felt him stare a hole through her forehead and returned the gaze stubbornly, not one to back down. He smirked.

"Not now, Moxley." Sami could see a verbal fight brewing, and even though Jon Moxley was his friend, he didn't want him ruining Lyssa's night. He shouldn't have bothered.

"Why not, Callihan? Everyone seems to be celebrating something. I'll join in, shake up this dry fest a little." Moxley turned around and ordered a round of tequila for everyone, and with an evil smirk, told the bartender, "Cut off this one right here." He pointed at me. "She's underage."

She was sure her jaw would break from grinding her teeth. She got up before anyone requested for her to leave, refusing to cause a scene because that was exactly what Mox wanted. He just loved embarrassing her. "Lyssa, wait up!" She turned around just when he had gotten out, her expression not softening when she saw Sami running towards erratically. Not wanting the drunk man running after her through the streets (she was pretty sure he would chase her if it came to it), she stopped and caught him just as he was going to run past her, not much control over his legs. "Don't say anything, Sami. I don't need it." "I'm not gonna force you back in there, Lys." "Probably because you can't. They won't let me back in."

Sami huffed. "Trust Mox to do this. I don't know why he does this to you. Did really nothing happen between you two?" Sami was always suspicious and he had a right to be. Moxley used to train her before with him, and now they can't stand each other. They both denied it, saying that eventually their personalities clashed. He was getting used it.

Groaning, Lyssa started walking in the direction of her small studio apartment, knowing Sami would follow her. "I've told you over and over again, and my answer won't change." She would keep denying until he stopped asking. She heard him sigh behind her. She denied, he didn't believe. It was pretty much routine. "Fine, I'll drop you to your place. I'm calling it a night as well."

Lyssa was glad for his company. Her place wasn't located in the safest part of the city. Sami lived just a block away from her, so she wasn't worried about him. Besides, most of the people in that area were well acquainted with him. As she walked alongside him, her thoughts drifted towards the tall wrestler who enjoyed taunting her time and time back in the bar.

She still remembered the night they slept together on the rooftop of her building. It was so cliché - sleeping with her trainer. The chemistry they shared in the ring during those training sessions was nothing compared to their chemistry in bed. Or in this case, the hard concrete floor of the rooftop. The result was explosive. The morning after was not.

She had woken up alone beside an empty bottle of tequila, to find all her clothes gone. It didn't take a genius to know who took them. It was a cruel reminder for her what to expect in this business. Thankfully, she had forgotten to lock her door when she got back, her key in the back pocket of her jeans which Moxley took. What he did with her clothes, she didn't know. It was the last thing on her mind when she was traipsing back to her apartment with only a sheet covering her modesty. At least Mox spared her that.

"Earth to Alysson!" She was woken from her thoughts by a boisterous Sami, and looked at him questioningly. "The door won't open itself, you know." He smirked. Surprised, she looked around to find that they had reached their destination already. She produced her key from her back pocket and opened her door. Sami declined her invitation to crash at her place and turned to leave, waving his hand at her thanks. It was the least he could do for the girl he considered his little sister.

Closing the door behind her, Lyssa turned immediately to her kitchen for a drink of water to sate her parched throat. Just as she kept the empty glass on the shelf, she heard a knocking at her door. "Changed your mind, Sami?" She opened the door. The person at her doorstep was not Sami.

"Nope, not Sami." Moxley confirmed.

Things pace up in part two. Review your thoughts!