Beautiful Mess

Chapter 1

3 days.

Everything happened so fast, it was all one big blur. Serice barely remembered anything past coming home to police vehicles outside of her apartment building. She lived with her mother since times were tough and they only had each other to rely on. The coroner arrived a few minutes after she did, officially calling time of death on her mother and all Serice could do was stand there stiff as a statue. Even now, 3 days later, she still had a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact her mother was gone. Dead. She would never see her again as long as she lived or hear her voice. Honestly, Serice had no idea how to feel about it because she'd never been close to her mother. How sad was that? They lived under the same roof together since she was born and, yet, Serice always felt like a burden. Shaking her head refusing to think about it, she turned up the volume on her MP3 player and hoped the battery lasted throughout the flight. Music was a huge part of who she was, her saving grace and helped Serice through some tough times in her life.

Staring out the window of the plane, Serice looked down at her dark blue painted fingernails and fingerless gloves on her hands. They were long and went up to the middle of her forearms. She wore a long sleeved dark blue top that had lace see-through sleeves and dark blue jeans, black hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her makeup consisted of thick dark blue eyeliner and clear gloss, a balled chain around her neck with a gothic pentagram dangling from it. Serice used to be gothic, but had really toned her look down the older she got. She flat out refused to give up her eyeliner though because it really brought out her citrine eyes. Her makeup was her mask in a way to hide from the world, afraid to show her true self to others.

The plane landed 20 minutes later, making Serice sigh with relief since she'd never flown a day in her life until now. It made her a nervous wreck, but at the same time it was worth it because of who was waiting for her. At least, Serice hoped he was. Exiting through the terminal of the airport carrying just a bag of basically everything she owned, Serice kept her guard up and eyes peeled. It was hard to believe she agreed to live Cincinnati so soon after her mother's death and part of her felt her guilty, but a stronger part needed the break. Serice had to get away for a little while, escape reality and figure out what she was going to do once this small getaway ended. Snapping out of her thoughts at the sound of a loud raspy voice calling her name from behind, it could've only been one person. His voice was unmistakable. It was the same person who was responsible for her standing in this airport at the moment and Serice took a deep shaky breath, slowly turning around until they locked eyes.

"Hello Jon." She greeted softly, immediately being enveloped in his strong arms and Serice held on with everything, fighting back tears. "It's REALLY great seeing you again."

Serice honestly thought once Jon left Cincinnati, Ohio to pursue his dream of becoming a professional wrestler she'd never see him again. Jon couldn't believe the raven haired beauty in front of him and felt the breath leave his body. Those haunting citrine orbs of hers locked on his deep blues and he couldn't stop himself from encasing her in his strong embrace immediately. He felt her tighten her arms around him and his left arm went around her waist, his free hand cupping the back of her head gently. After everything they'd been through together, Jon had the same thoughts Serice did as far as never seeing each other again. Sometimes fate worked in mysterious ways. Pulling back, Jon stared down at her again for a minute, drinking Serice in and held both of her hands, squeezing them gently.

"Come on, let's get your bags."

"I don't have a bag to get." Serice held her small bag up she carried with a small smile, watching his brow raise. "It's got everything I need in it." She owned rather, but he didn't need to know that fact.

Jon didn't bother questioning it and walked beside her through the airport with his hand on the small of her back, being sure to steer clear of people who were being loud or overly boisterous. "Was the flight okay?" He asked, trying to strike up a conversation. "It wasn't too shitty or anything?"

"It was fine."

They went through security, which didn't take long since her bag was small and the jewelry she had on was shown besides her belly button. It was sort of embarrassing lifting her top to show it off, but Serice did it and walked out of the airport with Jon. He tossed her bag in the backseat while she hopped in the passenger of the huge SUV, looking around.

"Impressive digs, Good." She commented with a smirk, buckling up and pulled her cigarettes out of her pocket. "Do you mind if I smoke?"

Jon used to smoke, but Serice didn't know if he still did or not. When he held up his own pack, Serice sighed with relief and immediately lit up, rolling the window down while Jon did the same thing, inhaling the much needed nicotine. Same old Serice, Jon thought with a smile, taking a long drag of his own cigarette. He absolutely hated being in buildings where he couldn't smoke and had felt antsy waiting in the airport for Serice. Tobacco chew took the edge off a little, but it was nothing compared to having an actual cigarette.

"There's going to be two other guys traveling with us. Lots of luggage, so we needed a big rental. You can meet them once we get to the arena. If you want to stay in the dressing room, that's fine or you can tag along with us. Because once we get there and into our ring gear, we've got PR and advertising bullshit we have to do. No one will mind where you go, I've got you an all access pass so you have free reign of the arena." Jon explained, taking another drag and flicked ash out the window, smoke lazily sliding out of his nose. "You can stay on the road as long as you want. I work Friday through Tuesdays with Wednesday and Thursday off. Days off are in Tampa, I think you'll enjoy the beach since its right in my backyard."

"I'll travel with you until you send me away." Serice said truthfully, blowing smoke out the window so the SUV didn't smell like it. She was thankful Jon hadn't immediately asked about her mother because it was still a very fresh wound in her heart. Serice didn't know if she'd ever heal from her mother's death, not fully, but in time the wound will heal like all the others. "Thanks again for doing this. Your mother was insistent on it, I guess."

They made idle chatter, basically catching up with each other and stayed away from sore subjects. Jon was in a very good place and the last thing Serice wanted to do was drag the horrible past up for him again. Arriving at the arena 20 minutes later, Serice hopped out of the SUV with her bag in hand because it had her laptop in it, never going anywhere without it. Jon led her inside, keeping his arm around her shoulders so she remained close to him. It was madness and pure chaos. Serice had never seen anything like it. They managed to make it back to the dressing room with the word SHIELD across the door in big bold letters. Serice took a seat on the couch while Jon rushed into the bathroom to get ready for the show and all she could do was look around, noticing all the luggage from his other two travel companions.

"I can't believe she fucking works here." A two-toned haired man grumbled as he stalked into the dressing room a few minutes later with a taller man, both of them freezing at the sight of a pale raven haired girl on their couch. This had to be Serice. He would have to swallow his anger down and deal with his ex-girlfriend situation later, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Hi, you must be Jon's friend. I'm Colby and this is Joe." He gestured to a long dark haired tanned man to his right, extending his hand to her and smiled when she shook it briefly before doing the same thing to Joe.

Joe knew Colby was red hot with anger because his ex-girlfriend worked for the same company he left her for. He thought his friend was an idiot to let that fiery goddess go. Ganesa was absolutely beautiful from head to toe. He loved the boots she wore, they really showed off her toned calves even through the jeans. What captivated him most were her dark neon green eyes. Never had he seen a shade quite that vivid on a woman before, especially eyes. Joe briefly wondered if they were contacts, but something told him there was absolutely nothing on Ganesa's body that was phony. He shook Serice's hand, trying to push the fiery redhead ex of Colby's out of his mind and knew issues were bound to arise in the future. They would deal with them when the time came.

"Nice to meet you." He rumbled softly, releasing her hand and looked up when Jon walked out of the bathroom. "Bout time you made it back, bro."

"Yeah man, her flight was delayed a little."

Serice had a hard time breathing, trying not to devour Jon, but it was hard not to admire him. Jon wore a pair of black cargo pants with black combat boots and a black long sleeved turtleneck. Every article of clothing fit him like a second skin. He pulled the sleeves up to just below his elbows and had a black leather belt through the loops of his cargos. Serice had just finished shaking hands with the taller man named Joe when Jon walked out of the bathroom and snapped out of her thoughts, surprised her cheeks were flaming. Jon was glad his comrades were making her feel welcome as he walked past her to his bag, pulling something out he forgot to give her. A few seconds later, he flipped the backstage pass over her head that was attached to a lanyard and winked at her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"So the PR lady left a note saying we had to dress and go to the PR room." He informed his comrades. "Where the fuck is that? And should we get going now?" This was their first night on the job and it was at one of the biggest shows of the year for WWE – Survivor Series.

"Yeah…what about her though?" Joe gestured to Serice. "You really wanna leave her in here alone?" He folded his arms in front of his chest and could see the guilt-ridden look cross Jon's face.

"I'll be fine." Serice spoke up, looking at Jon with an encouraging smile. "Don't frown, I know you were going to be insanely busy. I have my laptop and MP3 player, I'm good. Go do your thing."

Colby wondered briefly if Serice knew where she was, knowing there were quite a few dickheads in the backstage area that didn't particularly care for rookies stepping on their turf. That's exactly what they were doing tonight. Oh well, they were about to blow the doors off WWE – as Jon had once said in one of his infamous FCW promos before the company became NXT.

"She'll be fine." He turned to face Jon with troubled chocolate eyes. "Look, about the PR lady we have to go see, she's sort of…"

"She's the moron's ex." And hot as fuck, Joe added in thought, looking back at Serice somewhat apprehensively. "Lock the door behind us and don't answer it unless we knock 3 times in a row. No pausing, got it?" His protective side was shining through, especially since this was a close personal friend of Jon's.

"Got it, big man. Now you better go before all 3 of you get ass chewing's." Serice stated, already popping her ear buds to her MP3 player in her ear and pulled her laptop out, starting to get lost in her own world.

Jon hated leaving Serice alone in the dressing room, but they had a job to do. He couldn't push it to the side just because his friend from childhood was on the road with him. She seemed to understand and he would make it up to her later on once the show ended. If Serice had a prayer of surviving on the road with him, she had to learn to adapt to Jon's schedule and way of life. They weren't kids anymore and this was the opportunity of a lifetime, something he'd worked his entire wrestling career for. Making it to the WWE was monumental, especially to an Independent wrestler. That's where Jon came from, where his roots had started and he would never forget who made him. At one point while in the Independents, Jon never thought the WWE would look his way because he'd come close to signing a contract years ago.

The timing was wrong then.

It was right now.

Everything happened for a reason, every struggle he suffered had a purpose, but Jon overcame all obstacles. His shoddy childhood that involved a great deal with Serice along with starting wrestling at the age of 16. Being shot down countless times for opportunities until finally he started destroying everyone and everything in his path. There was a drug addiction somewhere in the middle of it all that really made him spiral out of control, but through all of that Jon prevailed. When CZW opened the doors for him, it was the start of Jon's descent into becoming one of the most dominant forces in the Independents to date. Every company he wrestled for, he became champion in and burned them all to the ground, planting his flag on the pile of dust. 2010 he pissed off the whole world, set trends and standards on what it meant to be a champion, to be a professional wrestler. Jon changed the game entirely, but he never thought 2011 would've brought him a WWE developmental contract. Granted, he hated not being able to really express how he felt in promos and had to hold back cussing because of the PG rating WWE had, but Jon had gotten used to it.

Now he had finally arrived and was ready show the world what Dean Ambrose was all about.