Same story but different main character. My muse for Randy Orton has diminished over the last month or so but my muse for Dean Ambrose has quickly risen. So let's try this story again, shall? I'm going to try to stick with their real names but I know I'm going to have some of them using their wrestling names so sorry if it gets confusing.

Disclaimer: If you don't recognize their name, then I own them but if you recognize them, then I sadly do not.

"Okay guys: that is it. We seem to be done for now. Go ahead and go to the back and take a small break for lunch," Jim Bates called out to the rest of the ring crew.

Jordan Monroe wiped the small sweat bead that was starting to run down her forehead. She had been a part of the ring crew for almost two months and she still managed to get tired before the show even started. Of course, it wasn't just any ring crew: it was the ring crew for the WWE. She knew she was lucky to have this job since it was mostly an all male crew. She owed it all to her dad: her "old man" had worked with the company for over 10 years and had managed to get her a job. The Texas native knew all about hard work since she had been working since the age of sixteen.

As she walked up the ramp backwards to make sure everything was okay, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her shoulders. Knowing exactly who those arms belonged to, she smiled and turned around to meet her close friend. The world knew him as Dolph Ziggler but to Jordan, he was Nick Nemeth.

"Hey Dol-face," she teasingly said. She had given him the nickname the first day on her job. Jordan was amazed at how comfortable their friendship fell into place. At one point, people wondered if there was more than a friendship between the former Mr. Money in the Bank and the "ring girl."

Nick faked a frown and furrowed his eyebrows. "That name is stuck with me forever, isn't it?"

Jordan shrugged her shoulders and laughed.

"Are you done out here J? I was headed to catering and I know you eat every five minutes so I know you're dying for food."

"Are you implying that I eat a lot?! I have a high metabolism so you know I burn off everything as soon as I eat it!"The two went on with their banter as they walked towards catering.

Stopping every once in awhile so Nick could say hey to his co-workers, Jordan decided to walk ahead and met him in catering. As she walked into catering, she was greeted with a few hellos from some of the wrestlers and walked over towards the food.

At the exact moment she was reached for an apple, another hand reached out and beat her to it.

"Hey! I was going to get that," she said as she looked at the owner of the hand that held the apple. She blushed as her eyes took in the person before her.

Towering over her 5'5" foot frame stood Jonathan Good or Dean Ambrose to the WWE Universe. He cracked a little smirk and held the apple out. "There are other apples you know?"

His voice had sent shivers up her spine. It was the perfect combination of being deep and raspy. In the little time she had been with the company, he had never spoken to her; at least that he could remember. She had encountered him once before but she was sure he wouldn't remember that time. The only thing she knew about the man that stood before her was that he was the longest reigning United States Champion, he was in the hottest stable, The Shield, and he stayed away from social media.

"I know there are but I liked how red that one was."

Jon's smirk grew into a full smile as he looked at the woman in front of him. He had never seen her before and wondered how he could have missed her. She had big brown doe eyes, full lips and her hair cascaded down her fit body.

He held out the apple and waited for her to grab it from his hand. "Thanks Ambrose," she said as she grabbed the apple from his hand.

"Good. Last name is Good."

"Okay then: Thanks Good." She turned on her heel to find a seat for Nick but she could feel someone still staring at her.

She stopped in her tracks and turned back around. "Did I forget to pay you for the apple or…?" Her voice trailed off.

"You new?"

"Um, I guess you could say that."

He tilted his head to the side, as if he was second guessing her. "I've never seen you before."

"You have actually."

"Excuse me? I don't think I have."

Jordan smiled sheepishly and shrugged. She bit into the apple and turned just in time to see Nick walk into catering. Nick spotted Jordan right away and noticed the man in front of her.

"Sup Jon?" Nick said walking up to the two, giving him a pat on the back.

"Sup man?"

Nick smiled and turned towards the brunette next to him. "Did you bite my apple?"

Jon let out a chuckle to which Jordan smiled to. "Sorry, I got hungry waiting for you Mr. Popular. I'll go get you another one," she said, walking off.

"It better be the reddest one of them all!" he yelled after her.

Jon said bye to Nick and took off to The Shield's locker room. He rubbed his chin and thought of the girl he just encountered in the catering room. She seemed nice and he could tell that she didn't care who he was by the way she spoke to him. He couldn't figure out why she he had seen her before and why he couldn't remember.

She had intrigued him and he was determined to find out who she was.

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