Jonathan Good was taking a sip of his cool and refreshing beer after a house show. This was what he enjoyed—going to a bar, being alone and with his beer bottle in one hand. His eyes went searching around the room for the next ring rat that would have the opportunity to sleep with this eccentric and dangerous man. But, there was a problem—he's slept with all of them and he was bored of this same, old game. Those types of women want only his—well, his male part, let me just say that. Secretly, in the back of his mind, he wanted a different girl that would give him some sort of challenge. But, that's not really his priority to find. His wrestling always came first and no one, not even a girl, would get in the middle of that.

"Hey Jon." Jon's stable mate, Colby Lopez, patted him on the back as he took a seat next his friend.

Jon took one last look at his surroundings and turned to Colby. "Do you ever get bored of this?" he asked him.

Colby scuffed at him. "No, this is probably the best part of the job—giving these women the satisfaction to say that they fucked a member of The Shield." Colby shook Jon by his shoulders, trying to hype up his bored friend.

By the looks of things, it didn't work, since Jon is still bored and isn't planning on fucking any women tonight. "This game is getting boring to me. None of these women excite me or say that I should fuck them six ways to Sunday." he lied his back against the table with his beer in his hand.

Jon looked at his friend in disbelief. Jon was like the master of this game. He could get any girl that he wanted to and take them back to his hotel room and fuck them and he's saying that he is bored? Bored of his own game?

"The master is bored of his own game?" Colby couldn't help, but raise a brow in confusion. "Are you saying that you've lost your touch?"

Jon growled at him. "I didn't lose anything. Maybe you're just threatened of me." he said to him, so sly.

"What's going on?"

The two stable mates looked at their third stable mate, Joe Anoa'i. Joe didn't like the game that Jon and Colby would play. That wasn't his style and he's been always taught that women should be treated with respect. So, he was basically the driver for them, when they got wasted.

"The master is bored of his game." Colby mocked Jon, which received an eye roll from him. "He's finally gotten soft!"

Hearing the word soft come out of Colby's mouth angered Jon. That is one thing that he claims that he is not. Jon didn't care about anything at all. He was ruthless, heartless and misunderstood. He doesn't even think that he is human. He can't be human if he doesn't feel anything nice.

Jon exchanged a glare to Colby. "You think that I'm soft, Lopez? You just think that me being bored means that I'm soft? If you want to see me at my work, then, I'll find a woman by the end of the night." Jon bargained with him.

Colby smirked at him. He seems to finally gotten into his best friend's head. He's got his best friend back. "You got a deal." he agreed and went off to a different location.

Joe stayed where he was and looked at his troubled friend—he couldn't help, but pay attention to him. He wasn't in the mood to do anything like that tonight. What was on his misunderstood mind?

"You don't have to do what Colby wants you to do, you know? He's drunk and didn't mean to say those things to you." Joe tried to make him feel better.

Jon straightened himself up to find a comfortable position to sit himself in. "I know Anoa'i but have I gotten soft? Or is it just not my night?"

"Jon…" Joe began and placed his hand on his shoulder. "You can still be hard and soft at the same time. I'm able to do that." Joe explained to him. In Joe's mind, you can be hard and soft at the same time. He was able to be this vicious powerhouse and still be kind enough to sign a few autographs for their fans.

"I'm not soft, Joe." Jon stated as he looked the man in the eyes. "I'm ice cold." he took another sip out of his cold beer bottle.

Joe looked back at his friend, drinking his life away and shrugged his shoulders. At least, he can say that he tried to talk and reason with him, but, there was no getting through Jon sometimes. You have to be a fucking mind reader to know, what goes inside that man's mind. Joe didn't want to disrupt him anymore and just walked away to the back of the bar, so he can watch the two men, incase, they needed any help.

Jon looked at his beer. That was where his focus was on. He was just thinking that this would be his last and only drink for tonight, before going back to his hotel room, where he can expect Colby to bitch about him going soft.

"What can I get you?" he overheard the bartender ask someone.

"Just get me a beer. I have a job to get to tomorrow." he overheard a female respond.

When he heard the woman speak, he turned to her. This woman was texting away on her phone. Who was she texting? A boyfriend maybe? A best friend? That wasn't any of his damn business. He studied the woman with a fair complexion, brown eyes, full eyelashes, baby pink lips and nails. But, what stood out the most was her gorgeous, long, dark red hair.

This woman was perfect—the perfect victim to be exact.

The bartender returned and placed a beer bottle right in front of her and left to greet another costumer, who just arrived. The woman continued to text on her phone, before realizing that her beer bottle had already arrived.

Jon continued to study the redhead with a smirk creeping up on his face. "Hey, you come here often?" he used that typical pick-up line that most guys would begin with, when hitting on a woman.

The redhead looked to her left; there was a muscular and intimidating man. His short and messy light brown hair looked like it could be brushed, his blue eyes had that mystery to him and his fair complexion seemed to be like the only normal thing about him.

"Nope, I'm usually somewhere classier than this." she gave a fake smile that came off as bitchy.

"You're claiming that guys that go to bars aren't classy?" he began to flirt with the woman.

"By the looks of things…" her eyes wandered off around the bar and then back at him. "No, not really."

"Oh, so you're one of those prissy girls?" Jon questioned.

Did Jon just ask her that question? This chick was not just goodie-goodie—this girl had some edge to her. This chick could go down and dirty, if forced too. She was a girl that he wouldn't know how to handle.

"I'm not prissy." she leaned closer to his ear. "I'm a bad girl." she whispered seductively and bit her bottom lip looking at him.

Jon looked at her—she wanted him. His smirk grew more. She was perfect—the perfect target. She was the ticket to get Colby to stop bitching about him going soft. To this chick, she needed to make a statement to him to prove to him, that she wasn't a prissy woman. Jon looked into her brown eyes.

"How bad are you, Sweetheart?" he asked her.

Jon shoved her against the wall and began to make out with her in his hotel room. He clutched her long, wavy red hair and deepened the kiss. She slide off his leather jacket to the floor and began to slide his white shirt right across the room as they continued to kiss. The adrenaline rush between them was intense. The chick pulled away and looked up at Jon, who was grinning back at her.

"Make those hands useful." she smirked and put his giant hands on her small waist.

And with that response, Jon picked her up and her legs wrapped around her waist. Jon had a hard time sliding that pink and black crop top off her, but when he did, he placed her on the bed and began to kiss her over and over. Jon stopped kissing her for a moment and looked into her glistening brown eyes in the darkness of his hotel room.

"What's your name?" he asked her, realizing that he had forgotten to ask her for her name.

"Roxanne Collins… or…" she ran her fingers through his soft hair. "You can call me Roxy." she winked at him.

And after that, Jon unhooked her bra and well, you can assume what happened next.

So, I'm back with another Dean Ambrose fan fic. I liked how my last one turned out and I thought that I would try another because I love the guy so much! Maybe, this one will have more of an intense and darker vibe? How was the start? I figured that this story should begin with a 'bang'…get it? Because they… ha-ha. Please fave, follow and review! :) Xoxo