She arrived at work next day feeling exited. Her boss had called her early that morning.
"He wants to work with you, Raven," he had said.
She was beyond happy. Finally. She had been dreaming about facing him in the ring for years but she never thought it would actually happen.
She walked into the building. Jon was already there waiting for her so they could go over their match for that night. They were the main event. They found a quiet place to sit down.
"You got any lines I can't cross?" He asked.
"Hell no. The more bloody and brutal you get, the better," she said.
He gave her a little, sassy smile.
"So let's bring in the chain from last night. People seemed to really like that," he said.
"They do. The chain has been one of my trademarks since I first got here. There's just something about cold metal against the skin, don't you think so?" She asked and winked at him.
He cracked a little laugh.
"Oh, I do have one thing to ask of you," she suddenly said.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Will you please break some light tubes over my back?" She asked.
His jaw dropped a little.
"Do you have any idea how much that hurt?" He asked.
"No, I don't, because no one here will do it on me. Please, Jon. I wanna try it. I wanna feel it," she said.
There was something in her eyes.
"Who am I to turn down a dying girl's last wish?" He said jokingly.
"Yes!" She said triumphantly.
After talking it through, they went to seperate locker rooms to change and get ready for their match. Him in grey jeans and a white tanktop, her in black jeans and a black girl shirt. They were warming up backstage as the show was going on. Finally it was time.
Her music started and she walked to the ring. She grabbed the mic.
"Yesterday that punk ass Jon Moxley chose to come back to this company. He walked right in here like he owned it all and stuck a fork in my face. I don't take kindly to such things as he found out when I stuck that fork right into his ass," she said.
The crowd was yelling and pumped up.
"Moxley, get your ass out here if you dare!" She yelled.
A few seconds passed and then he walked through the curtain with a mic in one hand and a fork in the other. The crowd went crazy.
"Raven, Raven, Raven... You should know that this is my territory, little girl" he said.
"It might be your territory but it's my playground," she said.
She stuck her tongue out to the side of her mouth and tilted her head slightly to the side.
"So come play with me, Moxley," she said and tossed the mic out of the ring.
He tossed his mic aside too and walked to the ring, never taking his eyes off her. He put the fork in the corner of the ring before entering it.
The match started. They went back and forward for a while, slowly working their way through the ring, getting to know each other's moves. The crowd was into it from the start. It was clear that they had chemestry in the ring. He took a knee to the face and went down. She went to the top rope, waiting for him to get up. He got to his feet. She took off to dropkick him in the head. Unfortunately he lost his balance just before she hit him which resulted in her boot actually connecting with the top of his head, splitting it open. Blood was running down his face as he went down. She went to pin him.
"1... 2..."
He kicked out and rolled to his stomach. She was lying next to him.
"Shit, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She whispered.
"Yes, keep going," he whispered back.
She got to her feet, grabbed his hair and pulled him to his knees.
"Time to do a Moxley move on himself," she thought.
She licked him up his cheek, getting his blood in her mouth. The crowd went crazy with cheers. She pushed him forward again, turned her back to him and stretched out her arms to take in the crowd's cheers. He was fast back to his feet. He spun her around, grabbed her around the neck and gave her a running bulldog. She stayed down as she heard him jump out of the ring. He went under the ring to get the chain and a pack of light tubes. He pushed the items back into the ring and followed after. By the sight of the light tubes, the crowd went even more crazy. They all remembered how he used to get smashed by them and they all assumed it would happen again.
He started whipping her back with the chain. She screamed and threw her body around to get away. He wrapped the chain around her throat and yanked her to her feet. He dragged her to the ropes, got the chain around her arms to keep her locked and tied her up to the ropes with the chain, her back against him and the ring. He went and grabbed the light tubes. The crowd went dead silent for a second. No one thought he would do it. She screamed in pain as the light tubes broke over her back. The crowd went ballistic. He freed her from the ropes and the chain and she fell to the ground.
He went to grab the fork in the corner. He pulled her to her knees by the hair, forcing the fork into her forehead, making it bleed. He let go off her again. He got the chain again and wrapped it around her throat again and pulled her to her knees. He decided to give the crowd a little something extra. He held the chain with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other, then forced her face into his crotch. He stuck out his tongue and smiled while moving his hips from side to side with her face there. The crowd was loving it. The blood from her face got on his pants. He pulled her to her feet. She could barely stand. He gave her a DDT and then pinned her.
"1... 2... 3."
The match was over. He had won.
"That's what you get for taking on Moxley, little girl," he yelled at her.
He went to the second rope, taking in the crowd's reaction, while she silently rolled out of the ring and was helped backstage by the referee.
She was waiting for him in his dressing room as he entered it. She was still covered in blood and so was he. She was one huge smile to look at.
"That was amazing. Did you hear the crowd? They were loving it," she said.
"Yeah, that was one great match. How's your back?" He asked.
"Oh, it's fine. Man, I loved the feeling of those light tubes. Thank you for wanting to do that," she said.
"No problem," he said and smiled.
"By the way, your blood tastes sweet," she said.
"I've tried a lot in the ring but I've never had anyone lick up my blood," he said.
"Well, it was a spirit of the moment thing," she said and smiled.
He smiled back.
"Man, I always get so horny when I bleed," she said.
His jaw dropped. He wasn't expecting her to say something like that.
"Don't look at me like that. You look like you could use some pussy yourself. I could really go for some dick right now," she said and then she just walked out of the room.
"This girl is crazy," he thought but he couldn't help but smile.
There was something about her that turned him on.
After they both had showered and changed clothes, they walked to the office. The boss had requested to see them. They sat down.
"The crowd loved you. I wanna do it again, keep feeding those vultures and make them come back for more," the boss said.
"Sure thing," Jon said.
"Yeah, I'm game for more violence with him," she said.
"They really loved the sexual harassment when you forced her head to your crotch. Is there somewhere we can do more in that direction?" The boss asked.
"What do you want me to do? Rape her in the ring in front of everyone?" Jon asked jokingly.
"Uh, can he?" She suddenly said, clapping her hands together like it was the best idea ever.
"No, he can not!" Her boss said in a firm tone.
"Bummer," she said and looked disappointed.
Jon couldn't help but laugh at her.
"You two figure it out on your own. I know you won't disappoint me," the boss said.
They left his office. Outside in the hallway Jon looked at her.
"Rape you in the ring? Are you crazy?" He said while still laughing.
"Don't act like you wouldn't wanna do that to me," she said, sticking her tongue out to the side of her mouth.
He stopped laughing and looked at her. He couldn't see if she was joking or not.
"Maybe I would but not in the ring though," he said.
"So come to my hotel room and do it," she said.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"You never know unless you try. It's an open invitation," she said and then walked off.
He was watching her walk down the hallway. He had to admit that he wouldn't mind having his way with her.
