Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the WWE characters, they are owned by WWE.

I also don't own the mentioned girlfriends of Colby and Joe. When I do not portray them correctly in every aspect I hope I at least portray their love for their men right.

I do however own the O/C Samantha and Elle.

This story features some stuff that really happened during the years 2012-2014 in the WWE but sometimes I had to bend the true events a bit for storyline purposes.
It will probably end sometime in the year 2015 so I have to make up stuff that hasn't happened yet. Let's find out if I could be a member of the Creative Department at WWE or rather not, lol. (more like...rather not)

This is a piece of fiction, inspired by three men who love wrestling and esp. one man who is a living, breathing, walking mystery to me. Later in the story, I make up a job for Samantha which is probably bullshit so please be kind enough to overlook that. I try to take information about the business and the guys personal life out of interviews but it is hard since I never met them, probably never will and I have to make it up as I go.

Later in the story Sam interacts with fans a lot and I mention social media sites such as twitter, tumblr and co. I also mention quite a lot, which is a great source of information about him. The whole fan interaction thing may be bullshit in real life as well, but as you get to know Sam, you will learn that she does it to give back to the fans because she was in their shoes once upon a time.

In my mind I picture Samantha as Kate Hudson. It is mentioned throughout the story that she was really ordinary before meeting Jon (picture Kate without makeup), she was no beauty. She hadn't found herself back then. But over the years she blossomed, kinda like a story of an ugly duckling becoming a beautiful swan (picture Kate with make up). Growing into herself and becoming a really beautiful person inside and out.

I mention various times fan girls, fangirling etc. I love most of the girls on Tumblr where I am active. They are a cool crowd, funny, artistic and little shits (when you are there you know this is an endearment). But some girls cross the line there, not accepting that the boys have girlfriends, bitching about rumors of Dean dating this girl or that girl. I hate that aspect of fandom where one looses touch with reality. So sometimes I maybe write not too kindly about those fans who have lost touch with reality and who are like angry toddlers, not able to share. Sorry to be mean to you but get a grip.

All the other fan girls I love to pieces, who love the guys, who worship them in a healthy way but know at the end of the day that it is just dream and a little escape from that mean, ugly world outside and a place to share a common love with other fans.

I want to mention as well that English is not my native tongue, so there will be mistakes (mostly grammar mistakes) so please put that into consideration when reviewing this story.

Chapter 1

Excitement rushed through my veins as I was standing in line at the airport, ready to check in for my flight to Tampa, Florida. It was my first trip alone, it was my first trip to the country of my dreams. And it was the first time in almost two years that I would see my friend Jon again.

Me and Jon met in November 2010 and immediately hit it of. Well, not right away, I splashed coffee on his shirt and he was pissed but somehow I was able to make a funny remark and I won him over. It really does sound cheesy, I know that but when you meet someone on the same wavelength as yourself you just feel it, at least in my opinion.

We had exactly one night where we would talk, and laugh and I would watch him at his job. Jon is a professional wrestler. I knew about wrestling back then, I liked to watch the WWE but Jon wasn't there yet, he wrestled in the Indies and was well known there. I didn't have a clue and he dragged me to his show that night. He was downright crazy in that ring but later, as we went to grab a bite to eat he was just a funny, normal, maybe even a little shy guy.

I even went so far as to go back with him to his hotel, but not to do what you think. We talked. Really just talked. The whole night, or at least until I fell asleep at 4 am. It was really crazy. I am a nobody, I am not even pretty, really not, much less than average and to be honest Jon isn't the typical handsome guy himself but he is a looker at second glance.

I taught him that night how to use skype and we would talk at least once a week after he went back to the USA. I even was the first person to find out that he got finally signed at the development division of the WWE, at FCW. He was hyped that day, bouncing on his chair the whole time, explaining in big words and even bigger gestures what would happen now and what was about to come in his future.

I was proud of him and happy, but a part of my heart was sad. Once he would hit the big stage he would become really famous and he wouldn't have time for his little friend in Germany anymore. I never voiced these thoughts to him, though. I supported him, it was his dream, something he had worked for since he was 16. And he did it all by himself. He was no x Generation superstar, he had no friends in high places who could push him in the right direction. It was all Jonathan Good, and him alone. And I was proud. We had a strong bond, as silly as it might sound just via skype. My side of friends even called me crazy when I mentioned my buddy in the States who was becoming a famous wrestler one day like The Rock or Hulk Hogan. They thought I made him up to be honest.

So what was I doing at the airport you might ask. Funny thing that. Jon invited me about 4 weeks ago to spent my vacation with him in Tampa. I had 3 weeks coming up and I wasn't thrilled about the idea at first. I really have a problem stepping out of my comfort zone and this was a big step. On the other hand, nothing held me in Germany for the vacation. I was pretty much by myself, with my parents gone and only a handful of friends.

Jon knew about my little problem of exploring myself outside of my comfort zone, so he had challenged me and here I was waiting for the flight to board.

There was this feeling, that he wanted to tell me something important and I was afraid of what it would be. Not that he loved me, God no. I had a crush on him, I will admit that but I wouldn't show it. He was my best friend and that friendship was much too important to me to risk it with funny feelings towards him. What I was really fearing was him telling me that he would be part of the main rooster. He was only one small step away and I hated myself for secretly wishing they would hold him down at FCW a while longer. But I would support him no matter what. If reaching his dream meant that our unique friendship would slowly come to an end than that's what I would sacrifice. Because Jon deserved to be recognized, he was a rare talent and he deserved that spotlight with the great ones of the business.

Still thinking about the past I boarded my plane and fell asleep about 2 hours into the flight.

Jon had paid for my ticket and he wouldn't take no for an answer. It was economy class but I had a comfy seat near the emergency exit where I could stretch my long legs. I was 6ft after all. I rarely met men taller than me, guess why I liked Jon so much. He was a good 4 inches taller, and I felt small beside him with his height and the muscles.

8 hours after take off the plane landed in Tampa and I had to go through the process of being admitted into the USA. It went smoothly and when I went to collect my luggage my nerves started to show. I was hyper and was bouncing from one leg to the other.

As if fate meant it good with me my big suitcase was among the first ones and I grabbed it and rolled through customs and was greeted by waiting relatives and friends at the exit. Couples were reunited and in each others arms, families came together and business man tried to find a way through all the love and affection.

I was a nervous wreck by now. What if Jon and me wouldn't have the same connection we had almost two years ago? Skype was different. Phone calls were different from real life.

I looked around for my tall athlete friend and spotted him in a short distance. Boy, he looked good. He gained more muscles, his dark blond hair was tousled and hanging wildly into his piercing blue eyes and he was smirking when he spotted me.

His long legs brought him in front of me in mere seconds and he flashed me a full smile now.

"Sam! Finally!" and all I could do was letting go of my suitcase and backpack because he picked me up and twirled us around until I felt dizzy. More dizzy than before. Being back on the ground my knees felt really weak and Jon had to support me for a moment. "You made me dizzy I guess." I giggled like a little girl. All these nerves! I was glad he thought his spinning me was the reason for the dizziness and not his smile, his handsome face or that smell I never got out of my nose after the night we spent together.

He took me in a tight embrace and when he let go of me he looked so happy. Happy to see me. Wow.

"I am glad I am finally here. Hi Jon." I finally greeted him. "And I am glad you made the trip. You won't regret it, I promise. I have sooo much to tell you." And there went my smile for just a second until I was able to put it back on. As giddy as he was he would tell me he got the big break he was waiting for, I knew it in my bones.

Jon was a great judge of character and he could read me like no one else. He noticed my reaction, as brief as it might have been. He sobered up and became serious. "We will have a good time Sam, push all those worries out of your mind. Nothing will change, I promise you that. Come on, let's go, let me carry your suitcase."

In one hand he took my suitcase, a good 40 pounds thing like it was nothing, in the other he took my hand and squeezed it lightly. It was reassuring and I grabbed my backpack as he let me out of the airport to his car. He had a vintage Mustang, a little beat up but it was gorgeous.

He put the suitcase in the backseat and held the door for me. "Mr Good, I see you acquired some manners."

"The door is just tricky to open Sam, don't ever think I have something like manners, and when I have them they are just bad manners." He laughed quietly as he rounded the black car and slid behind the wheel. "I dig the car Jon, it's really cool." My hand glided over the dashboard and sneakily found the radio buttons where I pushed the first one I could reach to change Jon's rock station to something else. Before I could really push the button Jon's hand landed lightly on mine.

"Autsch!" I exclaimed and pulled it back. "No No, no touching the radio, driver picks the music." he announced, put his sunglasses on and drove out of the parking lot. And I had finally the chance to take some first impressions of Tampa in.

"On the left you see Tampa Airport, a real looker. On the right side you see some pretty ugly buildings and don't ask me what they are there for." He gave the impression of the perfectly imperfect tourgide and I had to laugh. "You are silly." I pushed his shoulder lightly and he grinned just some more. Which made me a little thoughtful and he was giving me side glances waiting for what I obviously had to say.

"Nothing changed, I was afraid, but nothing changed." I finally said.

"You thought it would. Well Sammy, we are soul mates, you can separate us for two years and we will always be like this instantly. Nothing will change that. I haven't found a lot of people like you, people who are really my friends, honestly there is just you and two guys who are trying their hardest to become my friends. You will meet them btw. Tonight. At a little BBQ."

He dropped that bomb like it was nothing as he entered the freeway.

"I really don't..." "No, no. You will come, you are the guest of honor. Suck it up Sam. Take your head out of your ass because the next three weeks you will grow up." He was serious, his voice was soft but strict and it was useless to argue. So I crossed my arms over my chest. " I am older than you." I pouted, meaning the almost 4 years that separated us. It never felt that way with Jon though. I was rather childish and he was rather grown up.

"All the more a shame that it took Jon Moxley to get you out of your comfort zone. But..." he rasied one finger and switched into character "Dean Ambrose has the power to taint the nicest of girls. When Dean Ambrose is in town you better look up your little princesses because Dean Ambrose comes to taint them forever. Turning them into little Ambrose Mistresses."

"And into little queens of your universe." I finished and he hit the wheel with his flat hand laughing. "Exactly. I am the king of my own universe. I love how your mind works Sam. I remember all the weird stuff that ends up online." He was smiling all over, with a little hint of pride. He was one of a kind at the mic, his promos were legendary, and he should be proud because mic skills were hard to learn, and some never could. Jon had a natural gift.

We arrived in Tampa and Jon navigated through the city like a pro. He was living here working for FCW and had a little apartment. I had wanted to spent the 3 weeks at a hotel, but Jon wouldn't hear about it.

Soon we arrived at a little side street which was surprisingly quiet. The apartment building had like 6 stories and looked old but well kept. He parked his car at the back and hopped out.

"Here we are. I admit, it is not the Ritz, but it is quiet, it's free and this is were I am at." He unloaded my suitcase with ease.

"Of course the last thing being the most important of all." he added smirking. "Of course, God's gift to women, Jon Good. Too Good to be true." I replied laughing hard.

"Hey I like that. Why had I to pick that punk ass name Dean Ambrose? I guess I will change it."

"You picked it because you thought it was hilarious that we are Sam & Dean, like those ghosthunter brothers on TV."

He nodded as we climbed the stairs to his apartment. "That's right. We should do our own TV show, where we hunt bad wrestlers or something. Here we are."

He stopped in front of a door at the fifth floor and fished his keys out of his pocket.

"It's nothing fancy..." he mumbled and pushed open the door.

To my left I saw a small, open kitchen. I stepped over the threshold to walk into the living area which was basicly bare. A small dining table with two chairs was near the window, and a big couch was at one wall, opposite a big TV which was probably the most expensive thing in the whole apartment. I walked further and saw a door on the left.

"There's the bedroom, and through the bedroom is the bath." Jon explained and closed the door behind himself.

He had his hands in his jeans and was eying me carefully.

I pushed open the door to his bedroom and found just a kind sized bed, one small drawer and a build in closet. The place was pretty much bare except for the TV and the DVDs I spotted on the table it stood on. No flowers, no pictures, nothing really personal. Don't get me wrong, it was all squeaky clean, but surgical though. This was not a home but a place to eat, shower and sleep, nothing more. I knew he had not much stuff, he sometimes had the urge to just move, and then having a lot of stuff would weigh him down. But he had...nothing.

"The couch looks really comfy. I am sure I will sleep perfectly there." I tried to grin but almost failed because he looked so fragile right there. He was a private person outside the ring and I could only imagine that not many people stepped inside his apartment. This was his sanctuary as bare as it was, and he must have felt maybe a little embarrassed.

"You won't sleep on the couch, I will. Bedroom is all yours, make yourself at home." He shrugged and turned around to get my suitcase into his bedroom.

"I like the big ass screen, must be perfect for watching wrestling." I tried again and went after him. Still no reaction other then him walking away with my suitcase.

"Jon.." I touched his arm when he finally stopped and he dropped the suitcase and turned around, annoyed now. "It's nothing fancy, I told you that. I don't need much shit. I don't need happy flowers in the house or ugly pictures on the walls. I don't need niff naff around me. I like it here."

"You don't." I blurted out and widened my eyes, afraid I hit a nerve.

"Maybe not, but when I get the itch to move on, I can't take a lot with me, so why bother. One day I will settle down, and I will let you do the honors to pick my first pot flower and the first painting and the first niff naff, ok?"

Me? Why me? He would settle down with his wife probably, and surely she would do all this stuff.

"I will let your wife do that, she might not understand why a strange woman is decorating her house." Jon huffed and left the room. He stopped in the door. "Get some rest, I am going to the gym. We have to leave at six. Don't bail on me Sam or Joe will have my head. On a stick." I could hear his smile at this remark. "Then I won't" I promised and he closed the door.

I heard the front door shutting down and plopped down on the bed. Jon was a really complex man, outgoing in front of a camera, very private as a person. This side of him knew no one, I was sure of it. That when he went home, he came home to nothing. I was pretty sure he never had shared this bed with a woman. If he went out, he would go to her place. Never to his sanctuary.

But here I was. We really were friends. He knew stuff no one else knew. He saw me crying on skype after a particular shitty day where I missed my family more than once. He listened when I had to bitch about my boss, or work or life in general. And I did the same for him. It is so hard to explain to outsiders. He was already famous at a very local scene, but he was famous. I was nothing more than a woman, not even good looking, often being called an ice princess, because I kept my emotions looked in and was not e people person. It was different with Jon. We just clicked and all these thousands miles apart didn't change that. Fame didn't change that. I only ever felt like my true self around him.

With these thoughts I dozed off.

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