Just a little bit about me. My name is Harley Quinn, well at least that's my in ring persona my real name is Jade Moxie. Yeah I know, I know. Like the old saying "That girl has moxie." Trust me I've herd the joke before. That's why my in ring name is Harley Quinn, ok it might have a little to do with my ring gear. Ok a lot. I wear a costume that looks kinda like Harleys but with out the white face and full body suit. I'm not exactly proud to say that my 'manager' wanted me to look more "provocative" than that. *scoff* Men! So of course my stomach and a LOT of cleavage is showing. I have to weir really tight leggings, of course one leg is red and the other black, paired off with a black and red midriff top (basally a bra). But don't be fooled by my Sexy Quinn wannabe costume, just like the original Harley Quinn I'm pretty hardcore.
I do a lot of death matches and I don't fight like those "Devas" on TV, because lets face it, their basically just supermodels waiting for their big break. I like to think of my self more like Chyna and Lita than models they have on the roster now.
Just one example of how I'm different from the "Devas" is that I have scars. I'm not talking a paper cut that didn't heal right. I'm talking all over my back, chest, and some server burns on my legs. Now I will say that not ALL of my scars are from wrestling. Most of the scars I have are from before, when I was still living with my stepdad. He used to beat me after my mom died when I was three. The funny thing is that he got really depressed when she died, even though he's the one that murdered her in the first place. The first and only memory I have of my mother is watching her get beaten to death right in front of my crib when I was three. Now don't go getting all "You poor thing."
I didn't even know her all that well. I later found out that my stepdad only married my mom because he thought he was the father. When he came home one night after drinking she told him the truth about how he wasn't my father and he flew into a rage and beat her to death. But its not like he wouldn't have beaten her to death eventually. He was always a mean drunk.
But now I'm getting off topic. This is a story about how I met Jon, but most people just call him Mox or Moxley. That is also his ring name. Well not Jon but Moxley is his in-ring persona, his real name is Jonathan Good. Outside the ring he's Jon who is a really sweet guy. Inside the ring he's Moxley and when his in what his friends lovingly call "Moxley Mode" He's not the sweet Jon. Mox is sadistic and down right cruel when he wants to be, or maybe it was just me? Then again I cant really blame him, when I put on my Quinn costume with the mask and tights. I become a completely different person. See I'm a really shy girl. No scratch that, Jade is shy. Quinn on the other hand is very outgoing and maybe just a little psychotic.
Okay so I guess that I should start with the first time I was put in a match with the famous Mox. But first I should tell you how I got a match with Mox. This was of course before we even met, okay so we saw each other around the gym but we've never talked. And as you probably tell I kinda ramble when I'm not Quinn. I not only got dragged into what I refer to as 'The Powers That Be' office to be told that Jon requested a match with what he referred to as 'The badass chick with the big rack.' Flattering right? But right after my meting with 'TPTB' I got pulled into my managers office. Okay, more like dragged kicking and screaming. And boy was James, my manger, furious when he found out about me accepting a hardcore match with the self proclaimed 'King of the death match.' More like 'Mr. Sexiest' himself. When I got to James office he went straight to the point, not that he was ever one to sugarcoat anything. "Do you enjoy looking for trouble?" He yelled at me. I could tell he was pissed, his face was even turning red and I'm pretty sure I saw the vain in his neck start pulsing. "I don't go looking for trouble, but I do enjoy befriending it." I know that it was the wrong thing to say before it even came out of my mouth. But you see I have no filter between my brain and my mouth. And sometimes my brain thinks 'that's a VERY bad idea, lets say it anyway and see what happens.' So I quickly tried to came up with a better way to word it so his face would go back to its original color, but you guessed it, it didn't come out quiet like I'd hoped. What I meant to say was: "I'll be okay you don't have to worry I'll take the proper precautions to be as safe as possible." but what really came out was: "I come from a strong line of lunatics. If I can survive them then I'll have now problem with 'Socks' or what ever his name is." He was still red but at least he let me off the hook with just a peace of advice, thank God. "Fine but be careful. No man that has gone in there has ever come back in one entire peace." He stressed while I was heading out the door. "Good thing I'm not a man." I yelled over my shoulder walking further and further away from him.
