Jon got off the stretcher with force. "Fuck."
"Man, what the hell happened?" Colby asked. "I know you were supposed to sell it and you did but I know you and that wasn't selling."
Jon had hit the mark perfectly but the chair slipped back and caught him square in the throat. Good thing he was going to have to sell this one because his throat felt like it was on fire and he still couldn't get a good breath.
"Fucking chair slipped back. And hell no I wasn't selling, bro. I literally couldn't breathe." He confessed. "I could be the time they faked out the oxygen but damn."
"That sucks glad you're okay though." Colby said as his theme cued.
Jon walked to the catering table and grabbed a bottle of water. He had other things on his mind besides the pain of swallowing. Like forcing himself not to find Windham and beating him senseless, after all Jon was going to say it just slipped but even the people in the fourth row might have noticed he tilted it back before letting go. He had no idea then and none now of why but he'd let it slid.
Another thought crossed his mind as he walked to the locker room. That girl. He hadn't seen her before but she looked so damn familiar and he still felt stupid for staring at her almost the entire time Rusev was talking. The woman, he guessed older sister or mom, beside her even noticed it.
Damn that was stupid Jon, he thought tossing his shirt over his head. "Hey Jon!" He jumped lost in his own thoughts was a dangerous place to be.
"Yeah!" He called.
One of the trainers came in. "Doc said to give this to you."
He took the brace from the guy said thanks and rolled his eyes as he put it on himself. She was still on his mind as he walked across the street to the hotel. She was just his size, she wasn't a rail but she wasn't huge and her tits were perfect palm size. He found himself clenching and unclenching his fists wanted to know how good they would fit in his hands.
"Mom! It's Ambrose!" He heard a small voice.
He turned and smiled at the boy. "I'm sorry he's a fan of very guy." The mom explained.
"Can I have a picture, please?" The boy asked.
"Sure." Jon said and posed with the kid and devoted five minutes of his time. "Well Keith it was great to meet you but I gotta get going little man."
"Okay see ya around!" The boy wasn't even disappointed which made Jon a little happy he hated having to tell the kids he had to go.
The boy chatted his mom's head off as they walked to the front door and Jon smiled as he walked up the stairs.
Jon threw himself on his hotel bed as the door shut on itself. "And that smile! Oh God, Jon you're sounding like a fucking fangirl. Get it together man." He chastised himself as he tossed the neck brace.
"Fucking asshole." He rolled off the bed and went to run the shower. He looked in the mirror. "Damn."
Good thing he had to wear that brace it'd hide the bruise for a while. He striped and stepped into the shower. How would her body feel? He growled at his thoughts. This wasn't like him at all he didn't dwell on one girl but he couldn't get her out of his head. After his shower he tossed on his jeans and tee and headed for the door he had a flight out to Vegas for at least a few hours reprieve at home.
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
Jon still couldn't get the brunette out of his head. His friends thought he was losing his mind and he was starting to think they were right. He'd fucked almost every girl that wanted him but it didn't feel the same he wanted to be buried in her. The time he spent thinking about his mystery girl was more than he actually spent in the ring. Each time he'd gone down the ramp he'd looked for that smile.
He'd even gone so far as getting the camera guys to help him find her in the crowd but that didn't help because he couldn't justify finding out who'd bought the tickets for the seats her and her friend set. That conversation had gone like this.
"What girl? You know there were hundreds in the place. It could take hours."
"I know this, man. Trust me, it won't take hours, okay? She was by the ramp next to an Army guy." Jon ran his hand through his hair.
"Well you're one lucky S.O.B. bro Vince had us stop trashing the shot we didn't use. That one?" Josh pointed to a short nonlooker in front of the Army guy."
"No that one." She was standing behind him her face alight with the energy and excitement of the ground. "Play it."
He watched his mystery girl cheer him on. Jon smiled when he saw her having as much trouble looking away from him as he had her. UGH! That smile! It was going to haunt him. "Want me to get you a copy? She is a looker. I didn't think you had a type."
"No. And don't tell anyone I came in here. Got it? And the fact that you have thought about my type is creepy, Josh." Jon walked out of the production room. "Damn."
Jon tried his hardest to act normal to act like she wasn't on his mind. How could he be this hung up on a girl? And that he'd never even met before, at that! He went through his days finding himself looking for her in the crowd or on the streets. It was driving him crazy.
"Man you gotta let it go." Joe told him one night. "What's the chances of you ever seeing her again?"
They were at a bar in Vegas not far from the venue. Jon downed his second beer. "I know. I know. I'm trying but I don't know man she was different somehow."
"What do you mean? Different how? I mean you are the guy that'll screw almost anything with tits and for the past two months you haven't done that. She can't be that special."
"She just is. We gotta go."
Joe was actually worried about his best friend. It wasn't like him to obsess over a girl like that. He didn't want to say anything because knowing Jon he knew the guy would take it the wrong way and his jaw was still sore from the fight they'd gotten into the week before. He'd make Colby tell him something they were almost talking again after Colby's mouth got him knocked out a few weeks back. He probably deserved it anyways.
Jon hopped out of the car and grabbed his bags from the trunk. As he walked across the street he scanned to crowd building outside the arena. Brunette but too tall, Brunette but too short, too young, too skinny. Wait…he stopped making Joe slam into his back.
"Sorry man."
"Bro what the hell?"
"That's her." He whispered. "The one in the back there."
She was a little smaller but when she turned to look in his direction like she knew she was being watched her smile hit him in the chest. He started walking toward her and Joe grabbed him. Shaking his brother off he continued toward her. He closed in on her and nobody noticed him. One thing he liked about his looks they weren't that noticeable unless…
She gasped as she realized who was walking toward her. No that couldn't be right. She had dreamt of the moment over and over maybe she was asleep. He grabbed her around the waist with one arm and ran his other around her jawline to the back of her head. She wasn't asleep she figured out by the crowd around them gasped hooped and yelled. He kissed her and the world was right.
He lifted his head a few inches. "I've been looking for you."
