Chapter One-Long Lasting Escape
As Jon drove down the highway just outside of Las Vegas, on the way home from yet another live event. His body sore, his eyes had bags and his bags had bags. He just wanted to go home and sit there. Just to sit still for an hour would feel amazing to him.
He had played Dean Ambrose for so long that, it wasn't just a character anymore. It was a huge part of him, as was his once former self 'Jon Moxley' the two characters weren't so far apart for him. Yet they seemed miles away from each other. Both crazy. But that's how Jon was. He was and is crazy he thought to himself. Then wondered why he was thinking about himself in 3rd person. Or about himself in general.
Well... He did say crazy.
Speaking of crazy, he looked to his left just in time to see someone in a big black hoodie walking down the side of the highway.
"Crazy ass kids." He mumbled, then laughed realizing he himself was one of those crazy kids once upon a time. Sighing and running a hand through his unruly hair, he carried on his way to his home.
Finally after what seemed years, he made it to his home. He never thought he'd have a home to call his own, before WWE came into his life. He spent his days and nights on the couches of his indie wrestling buddies. If you could call them that. He was a man that didn't like to be around others much. He had friends, he did. But he preferred his life to be just that. HIS life. Quiet, a little crazy at times.
But that's what he wanted. He expected it.
He craved it. It was all he ever wanted. He never wanted anything else in his life, but to wrestle. Wrestling WAS his life. He ate, drank and believed in it.
However, when life throws you a curve ball and knocks you off course... What's a man to do?
She couldn't take it anymore, she was done. She was done being the 'golden' one. She was done being walked on. She wanted out. She was sick and tired of everybody using her. Tired of being knocked on her ass time and time again. Over and under. Sticking her hands in her pocket she continued walking.
She needed to clear her head, get a plan set in motion before she just disappeared off the face of the earth. As much as she wanted to, and believe it... She wanted to. Just forget all her stuff and run, run far away from it all. From her manager, her friends, her family... Her fans.
She wanted out. She needed an escape.
A long lasting escape.
Okay, so I know that it's really short and probably sucks. But this is my first story on this website, my first about Dean Ambrose and I kind of just wrote it at a spur of the moment. I didn't have any idea or story line really. Maybe it'll get better, maybe worse. I don't know yet. But I got the Shield dvd today and well... Yeah. It could be worse.