Author's note: My OC is NOT a Mary Sue (hate those stories), obviously I don't own anyone from WWE but all other characters are mine. Although I may use real events and dates within the WWE this story is essentially fictional. There will be bad language, violence and sex scenes. Thanks.

Prologue

'Our scars make us know that our past was for real.'

March 2011

It was sunset in Cincinnati and Georgiana Wentworth was leaning against the window of a dive bar inhaling the last bit of her cigarette, admiring the pink sky above. It had been a tiring first day on set, running around grabbing coffee for pretentious actors and temperamental production staff and doing it with a smile plastered on her face. She ran her fingers through her blonde curly hair and laughed at the memory of a very badly acted scene she witnessed earlier. This was only her second job as an on set runner, and so far she much preferred her surroundings in Cincinnati to the 'bright lights' of Hollywood. She'd only been in the states for a year, moving from a small village in the south of England. After dropping out of university a couple years prior she took off with a couple of grand she inherited from her granddad and a file full of scripts. Unlike many young starry eyed women that set off to Hollywood with big dreams, she had no desire to be in front of the camera. Writing was always her vocation. After juggling bar work, retail and the occasional dog walking job she finally nailed a job working as a runner for a production company. All the networking finally paid off and it felt like she was finally getting closer to the ultimate goal.

'Georgie, Matt's at the bar. What you drinkin'?'

She turned and saw the friendly face of Jenna, her PA buddy that befriended her within the first half hour of being on set. She was a straight talking New York native who had the unfortunate task of being the PA for the Assistant Director who had the reputation of being a male chauvinist and all round jerk. Needless to say her first day had been a lot tougher that Georgie's.

'I'll just get a bottle of beer. Tell Matt I'll be there in a sec.'

She watched her new friend go back into the building and talk to a very animated Matt at the bar. She could hear his booming laugh from outside and smiled at the memory of their first encounter. It was lunch break in catering and the girls got chatting to him as he was serving up low calorie cuisine and flirting with the more mature ladies on set. Matt, a local chef had insisted on taking the girls out for a first day drink since neither had been to the city before. His boyish charm made it impossible to say no plus Georgie was in the mood to let off some steam with her new buddies. She chucked the butt of her cigarette on the sidewalk and stepped into the dimly lit bar.

'I swear I was so close to telling him to shove his low fat 'no seed' bagel up his middle aged obviously sexually frustrated ass!' Jenna was reliving the horror of working for the Assistant Director which had been appropriately nicknamed 'Vile Niall' by Georgie.

'Do it, I dare you!' Georgie egged on.

'Please don't , I cannot bear the thought of my food going up Niall Clifford's ass. Just sleep with one of the grips and get him to 'walk' into him whenever he's passing'. Matt said with a cheeky smile.

'It's only day one, way too soon to be sleeping with crew members. Gimmie a week at least!' Jenna chuckled with a smile to match Matt's.

'Charming! Anyway, I'm dry anyone want a top up?' Georgie asked whilst waving her empty beer bottle.

'I shouldn't-'

'She will, and so will I!' Matt cutting Jenna off and winking at her. Georgie laughed and told them she'd be back in a minute and headed towards the bar.

'Whatcha' drinkin' hon?' Asked the tattooed clad barman with serious looking flesh tunnels in both ears.

'Er can I get two bottles of Bud and a vodka and cranberry please?' The barman sniggered and the polite manner of the young Brit.

Halfway through pouring Jenna's vodka the barman nodded in Georgie's direction but his eye glazed over her. It was until he spoke that she realised that he was talking to someone behind her.

'Usual, Jon?'

'Yeh, thanks.'

She almost jumped at the closeness of the rough voice behind her. Doesn't this guy know the concept of personal space?The barman gave Georgie the vodka, but before he fetched the beers he slid what appeared to be a scotch on the rocks in her direction. Before she had the chance to speak she saw a $10 bill waving in front of her face. Mr No Personal Space was giving the barman his money over Georgie's head, and grabbed his drink with the other hand also lifting it over Georgie's head.

'Keep the change, Rick.'

And with that he left. Georgie didn't even realise she'd been holding her breath the entire time until Rick the tattooed barman asked for the money. Georgie handed him a 20 and it was only then she looked around to see if she could find the man who was standing behind her. But it was pointless, as she never actually saw his face. All she could recognise him by was the rough sound of his deep voice and the faint smell of tobacco and sex.
Georgie made her way back to the table her friends were sitting on and gave them their drinks.

'Vodka for the lady' She nodded at Jenna.

'Pah, she's no lady!' Laughed Matt.

'Hey! You met me like 5 minutes ago. What do you know?'

'That you wanna shove a bagel up your boss' ass. Not very ladylike'.

'Point taken, although I'd rather it be my foot. In stilettos!'

Georgie laughed at the playful exchanged between the two. It was obviously more than friendly banter, there was definite signs of flirting. Who could blame them, they were both very attractive and extroverted people. Jenna, a tall striking redhead with bright blue eyes and a permanent smirk looked well matched next to Matt, who matched her height but had a softer boyish smile. He was a good looking boy that's for sure, with warm hazel eyes and mousy brown hair. Georgie was lost in thought about playing cupid to her new friends that she stopped listening to the conversation until Jenna brought her back to the present.

'Georgie! Are you listening'

'Huh?'

'That guy over there.'

'What gu-'

'Don't look!'

Georgie sat there confused as to what Jenna was talking about until Matt leaned in and whispered 'Blonde guy, 3 O'clock is staring at you since you got our drinks'.

Georgie wondered if this was the same guy standing behind her at the bar.

'Seriously he's been eye fucking you since he came in. He's hot!' Jenna said with a smile, motioning her to look.
Georgie slowly turned and tried to causally glanced the direction on the man in question, and it didn't take long for her to find him. Even though he was seated it was obvious he was tall, and well built with his biceps buldging out his grey T-shirt. He had messy dark blonde hair but it was his eyes that struck her the most. Stormy blue and intense, he was indeed staring straight at her. They locked eyes for several moments until she looked down and saw what drink he was holding in his hand. Scotch on the rocks. His lips curled into a slight smile and without warning he downed his drink not once losing eye contact until he turned his back and walked out the bar without saying a word. Matt and Jenna turned to Georgie both open mouthed and laughed at the same time as she felt a blush creep on her face a neck.

'Look's like Georgie has an admirer!' Jenna chuckled.

Georgie was speechless and furiously blushing at the intense yet dangerously attractive stranger drinking scotch. She remembered what the barman called him, Jon. She shivered at the memory of his breath so close to her neck as he spoke. Well Jon, she thought what do you want with me?