It's OK baby, I'm here
Chapter 1
Uuggh… Men! As my gran always told me 'Men are only good for the three F's. Feeling, Fucking and Forgetting! I sat on top of my suitcase outside Phoenix airport at 3am. No car, no idea where the arena was for Raw, no hotel room, no taxis and to top it all off it was raining. Could this day get any better? It had barely been five hours since Money In The Bank had ended and my boyfriend of eight months, Jon Good or Dean Ambrose as most of you would know him, had won his first WWE World Championship after an epic cash in of his MITB briefcase. It was a fabulous night, even if I had only secured a second on the card filler match against Nick again, but it had been a night of laughs, jokes, pranks and good times with friends old and new. When the main event rolled around I went hand in hand with Jon to Gorilla to await is run in. The air was thick with tension and excitement as we both realised how much the next 20 minutes would change our lives. So you all know how the show finished, right? You don't?! Well 'Seth' beat 'Roman' in the main event and just like he said he would 'Dean' cashed in, hit Dirty Deeds on 'Seth' and became the champion. I stood backstage, admittedly awaiting the screw job which Vincey baby was so fond of, clutching a water bottle crushed beyond use, waiting for my champ to come back after soaking up the applause. When Jon walked through the curtain I could tell he was on a different planet, the sheer adrenaline was puling through him and his inner Moxley was in full flow. As he buzzed past me he patted me on the hip and muttered "See you later. Getting changed" I could tell by the short sentences and speed he was talking that he was going to sit in his locker room and try to calm down. I was a bit surprised when he didn't ask me to join him because everyone knows a bit of naughty fun after a championship win is the best fun ever! So off I went to get my bags, I decided to wait outside at the rental car for the drive to the airport. As I was heading out the door Becca and Sara stopped me for a quick chat so instead I went to catering to wait with them as the crew packed up around us. Eventually, after the girls left to catch their rides, I realised Jon still hadn't appeared. Catering was on the main route from his locker room to the car park so I couldn't have missed him. Leaving my bags in the now empty catering hall I went in search of Jon. I wandered around both backstage and out front but there was no sign of him. On my way back from ring side I bumped in to Colby. "Hey Colbstar. You seen Jon?" "Yeah, he left about 40 minutes ago, said he'd booked an earlier flight…wait why are you here and not with him?" "Fucked if I know mate!" "I think you better phone him" "Think I better get to the airport first, got a flight to catch." Once I had collected my bags and said my goodbyes to the few stragglers still lurking around the halls I headed out to the car park, only to find the damn rental car was gone. Well fucksticks, Jon had the damned keys. What an arse, he was the one who said "see you after" if he meant across the country I could have been prepared. So, Mr Uber to the rescue, a very silent seething plane trip to Phoenix and here I am. Cold, tired, soggy, alone and extremely pissed off. While I replayed the latter half of the evening in my head, wondering what the hell had happened, I didn't notice two people approaching where I sat. "Hey trouble. How you doin?" In no mood to be sociable I grunted in reply and put my head in my hands. I wasn't quite prepared for a hand to come to rest under my chin. A scream and a jump later I was lying flat on my back after going ass over tit off the top of the suitcase staring up at the mad hair and blue eyes of none other than the certified G, Enzo Amore. "For fuck sake Eric, warn a buddy!" "No need for swearing young lady" he laughed. "Piss off G Boy before you end up with bona fide bruised nuts." Too tired and sore to even move off the soggy tarmac I simply laid my head back and closed my eyes. "Reckon the small one needs some help big man" "Yeah, go get the car I'll get her." Next thing I was aware of was a pair of gentle hands slipping under me and lifting me up. "I'll walk thanks!" I gritted out as I was cradled close to the big solid chest of Bill Morrison or Big Cass as you all know him. "No no tiny, you just kick back" "I'll walk" I said as I struggled out of his grip only to land flat on my ass. I could tell Billy was trying his best not to laugh as he reached down to help me up. "Thanks" I muttered as I tried in vain to wipe down my jeans. "So what you doing sitting alone outside an airport at three in the morning? Thought you and champ would be out living it up by now" "Don't even go there Billy, I've had the night from hell and all I want is pain pills, sleep and well actually a shower first. But since I've been abandoned and have no hotel room for the night I thought I'd kill time until the arena opened and chill there for the day" "What? Abandoned, alone and room-less? You're coming with us babe." I stared at him blankly, partly through a haze of sleepiness and partly through the mental gymnastics of comprehending him calling me babe. Billy leaned past me, I didn't even hear Eric pull up in the car, and opened the passenger door. "Hey Zo man, you cool with Belle rooming for the night? She's beat and abandoned" "Sure bud, hop in short tuff" "I'm not a midget, man" he laughed in response, so while Billy loaded my bags into the boot I crawled into the back seat. I swear I must have been comatose before the boot had closed.