She stood outside her Brownstone waiting for a ride. She sat on the concreate steps next to the metal mail boxes and listened to her music on her IPOD. She had forgotten she put on her WWE Justice United SHIELD shirt and black jeans. One of her neighbors from the building wearing black jeans, a black Destroy Everything hat, Blackcraft T shirt and glasses walks up and checks her out. He smiles to himself when he recognizes her T Shirt. She has her head down and you can't really see the ear buds in her ears because of her long brunette hair covering them.

"Hey, nice shirt. I love WWE."

She glanced up feeling "The presence" of someone standing there, but had no idea he spoke to her. She removed one of the ear buds when she suspected he probably asked if she would let him by to get inside the building.

"I'm sorry I had my music on. Am I in your way?"

She automatically scoots over so the gentlemen can get his mail and go inside. He gets his mail but never passes by her to go inside.

"Oh no. You're good. I was admiring your shirt."

She looks down suddenly remembering and starts smiling.

"This is my conversation piece."

"Is it?"

The gentlemen seemed to be fixated on the shirt and trying to get her to realize something before her ride arrived to pick her up.

"Yup. It always seems to get someone either hating because they feel like WWE sucks and have to educate me on how everything is fake and predictible or I get "You love Roman Reigns" like the other two are irrelevant and it's all about him."

"Gotta love the haters."

"Nope. I don't. I end up defending them and explaining how they are all athletes just like any other athlete and they get hurt just like everyone else. As for the predictibility, I have to agree there and yeah, it is coreographed lets say that. But I enjoy it and could give a shit less what anyone else thinks."

"So who is your SHIELD guy since it's obviously not The Big Dog."

At this statement, she makes eye contact with her neighbor. She does a double take and blinks when she recognizes the face. His voice was already sounding familiar and her own two eyes just confirmed her suspicion that she knew that guy.

"Dude, you're Seth Freaken Rollins."

Seth: "Yes I am and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

Alex: "Holy fucking shit. I'm Alex."

Seth: "Nice to meet you, Alex."

He shakes her hand officially.

Alex: "You had me until you said "Shield guy" and "Big dog". You're Davenport came out and it clicked who you were in my head."

Seth: "My Davenport came out?"

Alex: "Yes. Apparently, we have accents when we say certain words. I'm from Chicago,so I get it all the time. I don't hear any accent,"

Seth: "Me either, but then again I've been listening to the same voice or damn near 40 years."

Alex: "Very funny. So, why are we chatting on the Brownstone steps outside of my apartment?"

Seth: "I live in this same building and I started a conversation."

Alex: "When did you move in? I haven't seen you before."

Seth: "I'm gone 300 days out of the year. It's hard to nail me down and for the 65 days I am home, I'm out running around like a mad man. So, the only time you'd catch me is at the mail or trash chute."

Alex: "Exactly. I don't see how we haven't run into each other. At least at the laundry room."

Seth: "I've only lived here about 6 months officially."

Alex: "Ok. That's why."

Seth: "So, are you off to work?"

Alex: "Nope. Today is my day off. I'm actually waiting for a friend of mine to show up."

Seth: "Ah, you're gonna go hang out with your girls. That's always fun."

Alex: "Actually, he's a male friend. I'll let that hang in the air for a miute."

Seth: "A male friend. So, I take it there I no romantic relationship there."

Alex: "Nope. No romantic relationship what so ever. He's an independent wrestler."

Seth: "Oh really? I know a lot of the independent wrestlers. They come talk at Black and the Brave."

Alex: "Jon's never done any classes or anything."

Seth: "Oh Ok. So I probably don't know him then."

Alex: "Oh you know him very well."

She gets a big grin on her face seeing if Seth can catch "the clues" she's giving about her friend. She's being as vague as possible because Seth is obviously very interested and flirting a bit with her. So, she's trying to keep his interest. Calling her best frind of 12 years, Jon Moxley by his real name usually kept the WWE groupies from trying to push up on her and ask 50 million questions that were none of their business. Right now, it was keeping one of his best friends of 6 years from asking her "Why haven't we met before" and stirring up contraversey.

Seth: "I know him very well. Does he talk about me?"

Alex: "On a regular basis."

Seth: "Why are you being so vague with this "Jon" we mutually know? I'm sure we've all hung out together before. Especially if you two are super tight like you're suggesting."

Alex: "I don't brag or follow Jon around like some sort of lost puppy. If he's in town I go to his events and we go hang out and have a couple of drinks together or play pool or whatever floats our boats. Hey, I'm even close with Renee."

Seth: "Hold on. Jon has a girlfriend named Renee."

Alex: "Nope. He has a wife named Renee. Are the pieces clicking together for you yet, Rollins?"

He rolls his eyes to himself and starts busting up laughing.

Seth: "I'm fucking slow. You're talking about Jon Moxley AKA Dean Ambrose AKA Jonathan Good married to Renee Young. My brother of at least 6 or 7 years now. What a dumb ass. I don't know how I didn't catch that."

Alex: "Yeah and by the way, you and I have met a million times. I was just playing the star struck fan girl because I haven't seen you in a hundred years."

Seth: "I always thought Alex was a guy. I don't remember ever seeing you to confirm you weren't a guy."

Alex: "Dude, I was at Jon and Renee's wedding. You and I were drinking and dancing together. Don't give me that bullshit. You know damn well I'm a female and you even liked me."

Seth: "I like a lot of females."

Alex: "Yeah. You do more then "like" a lot of females. You're a man whore or used to be a man whore until Becky. Becky doesn't strike me as the type to put up with side chicks."

Seth: "She's not and I don't have any. I can't believe I didn't recognize you sitting here. How have you been?"

Alex: "I'm good. I'm waiting on Jon. We're supposed to be going out."

She looks at her phone to see a text from Jon.

"Running late as usual. Just dropped Renee at the airport. I should be to your place in about 10."

He sends a pic of the red light he's stopped at.

Alex: "Seriously dude? He took a damn picture of the stop light he's waiting for. You're friend is an idiot."

Seth starts laughing.

Seth: "He sent that because he's Dory when he drives by himself. He sees something shiny and swims after it."

Alex: "I know. That's why I usually drive when we go out together. He gets distracted too easily. It's all good though. I love him anyway. So, what are you doing on your one of 65 days off today?"

Seth: "It just so happens I have nothing I am doing. I was actually coming home to feed the dogs and go to the gym."

Alex: "Of course you were."

Seth: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Alex: "I'm sorry. Did I offend you with that? It just seems like you're always at the cross fit gym. It doesn't matter if it's in tim buck two. You always find one."

Seth: "Yes. I do have a knack for sniffing them out at random just like Ambrose sniffs out Kareoke bars."

Alex: "Oh my God. I don't know why he thinks he can sing. We all sound amazing after 6 or 7 drinks."

Seth: "That's because you ears go deaf."