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The song for this chapter is Free by the Martinis.

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October 28th, 2014- Houston, TX

Alex was buzzing as she came into the arena. She dropped her stuff off at the trainer room before finding Stephanie, who had texted her earlier, requesting a meeting as soon as she got to the arena that day. She tracked down her boss's office, knocking politely when she found it. Stephanie told her to come in and smiled when she saw her.

"Alex, hi! Come in, sit please."

She took the seat across from her boss, suddenly very nervous. Stephanie folded her hands in front of her, a wide smile on her face.

"So, I talked to my creative team and we've come up with something I think you're going to love. I hope you're excited."

Alex grinned, "I am! I can't wait to hear what you guys have planned."

Her boss continued, "We're not going to have you wrestling right off the bat. We want the audience to get to know you first so we're going to pair you with one of the guys. You'll be his on-screen girlfriend and will play an integral part in his current storyline. You will wrestle with him eventually, don't quite know when yet. We don't want you to think we want you to be just a stick figure behind some man. We want you to be tough and worth your salt, but having a female presence with this particular guy will help soften him just a bit to our audience."

Alex was rapt with attention, "Who is it?"

"Dean Ambrose."

The look on Alex's face...she didn't want to see it. Her jaw, she knew, was a little slack and her skin was probably flushed with a rosy tint to it. What the actual hell? Was fate playing a cruel trick on her? First, the crazy, weird flirting- or whatever it was- the other night and now this. She was going to have to be Jon's "girlfriend," for all intents and purposes. Oh my god...this was going to be awful.

"Alex, you alright?"

Her eyes perked back up at her boss's question.

"Um, yes, I just...you know Jon has a girlfriend, right? Who works for the company. Won't this be really awkward?"

"I did think about that, but I already told Jon and he said Renée would be fine with it."

Oh, he said that, did he? He probably hadn't even told Renée, who was almost assuredly going to flip the fuck out.

Stephanie kept talking, "If there are any issues, I would hope you guys would be professional enough to handle them."

"Oh, yes, absolutely. We're all adults, after all."

"Good to hear. Now, about your character, her name is going to be Alex O'Shea. Figured since you got that Irish blood in you, we might as well use it. Your first appearance is going to be at Raw next week. You're not going to have any lines so don't worry about a script. You'll be dragged out by Bray Wyatt and beaten up in front of Dean. We'll say on camera that you're a trainer, which is true, but the rest of the character's going to be up to you. We want you to be a little off-beat, a little nutty, you are the girlfriend of the Lunatic Fringe, after all, but we also want you to be a calming force for him. Like he lives and breathes to make sure you're happy and protected at all times and you have a huge influence over him."

"Ok, I can definitely do that. Sounds like it'll be fun, in fact. I like it so far!"

"Awesome. So, for next week's show, just wear what you normally do in the trainer's room but then we'll have wardrobe for you. Probably ripped jeans, a t-shirt and, of course, a leather jacket. Sound good?"

"It sounds amazing! Thank you so much, Stephanie! I promise I won't let you down."

"I know. We believe in you, Alex, and we know you'll do great. Now go out there and prove everyone right."

"Will do, boss."

She left Stephanie's office on a cloud and floated back toward the trainer's room. When she walked in, she twirled around, deliriously happy. Not that it was something she ever really wanted, but knowing she was going to be a WWE superstar was so exciting to her. She wanted to tell everyone, to scream it from the rooftop. How would she ever get through this show tonight? She had a feeling she was going to bug the shit out of everybody with her giddiness. Whatever, she didn't care. They could either join in on the happy train or get the fuck out.

"That was the cutest little dance I've ever seen."

She whirled around, not knowing that she wasn't alone. Jon was sitting on the table, grinning devilishly at her. She instantly went pink in the face and put her hands over her face.

"You're awful. You should've said something."

"And give my new girlfriend a heart attack by scaring her? No way."

"Don't call me that. Hey, does Renée know about this?"

"Uh...I might have not mentioned it quite yet."

"Well, when do you plan on telling her?"

"Whenever."

"Jon..."

"Come on, cupcake, don't worry about it. It'll be fine."

"You really don't understand women, do you?"

"Huh? Understand what?"

She laughed at him, "Nevermind. When she bites your head off, I'm gonna say I told you so."

"She won't. She'll be alright...eventually. Hey, did Stephanie tell you about saturday?"

"Um, what about saturday? She didn't say anything."

He grinned, mischief in his eyes, "Well, we have the rest of the week off cause we'll be in the UK next week but starting Saturday, you and I have to travel together."

She was silent for a good minute, "What?"

"Well, we are going to be lovers on-screen."

The way he said the words lovers was a lot more sensual that it needed to be. He was staring her dead in the eye and she could feel herself heating up. She wasn't daft. She knew they'd have to be seen together outside the arena but she didn't think they'd need to be together 24/7.

"But you travel with Renée."

"That'll change."

"And she has no idea about any of this?"

"No, but I'll tell her tonight."

"Really?"

It was his turn to be silent for a second, "Ok, maybe if I get around to it."

"Jon, jesus christ...I told Stephanie that this wouldn't cause any problems. If this is going to work and not be awkward as fuck between me and her, you gotta man up and tell her. Otherwise, she's gonna be pissed."

"Ok, ok, jeez cupcake, you can be a real ball-buster sometimes."

"Don't forget that," a thought occurred to her suddenly, "So, wait a sec...if we're travelling together, does that mean we're sharing a hotel room?"

He nodded a little too rapidly and she groaned out loud.

"And Renée doesn't know this. Fuck, now I'm gonna kill you."

He got up and crossed over to her, stopping the pacing that had commenced from Alex. He put his arms on her shoulders and made her face him. He stared down at the 5'10" girl and smiled. God, she was gorgeous. Even when she looked like she did now- slightly murderous- she was absolutely beautiful. Sure, he knew it was wrong to have these thoughts about her. Just like he knew it was wrong to exaggerate injuries sometimes just so he could see her all the time after his matches. But he just couldn't help himself. He loved being around her, sometimes a lot more than he wanted to be around his girlfriend. She made him feel good. She made him laugh and smile even when she was figuratively kicking his ass for taking stupid chances in the ring. She didn't nag him about anything or want him to settle down. She seemed to be one of the only people who liked his cocky attitude and wild ways. Hell, if he knew it wouldn't be a fucking hassle personally and professionally, maybe he'd even break up...

"Jon, say something."

He snapped out of his dangerous thoughts. She was staring up at him with those wide, questioning emerald eyes and he instinctively shifted forward to be slightly closer to her.

"I...uh, please don't worry, everything will be ok. I'll make sure of it, cupcake. Just focus on your debut and leave the rest to me, alright?"

She nodded slightly, "I'll try. Just don't do anything to fuck it up."

He smiled at her and held up one hand, "Scout's honor."

"There's no way you were ever a fucking Boy Scout."

"Well, no, I beat them up and stole their lunch money."

"That sounds more like you, handsome."

They laughed and kept talking, keeping it light and sarcastic, until his phone beeped, interrupting them. He took it out and a visible frown came upon his face.

"What's wrong, Jon?"

"Renée just got here. Wants to know where I am."

"Well, go see her and tell her what's going on. If I don't see you for the rest of the night, have a good match and I'll see you Saturday."

His face lit up, "I really can't wait to do this. I've known you were meant for the ring for a long time now and I know you'll be so fucking good."

She grinned up at him, "Thank you, Jon. I think I might get really nervous on monday."

"Well, I'll do whatever I can to calm you down, but I know you're not gonna need it. You'll be a natural."

"Whatever..."

"Don't whatever. I've seen you out in the ring, cupcake. You're amazing and I'm glad they finally got their heads out of their asses and saw it themselves."

Her cheeks tinged pink once again, "That's sweet, thanks."

"Only speaking the truth, babe. Here," he said, pulling out his phone, "Give me your number in case I don't see you later. Text me your flight info on Saturday, ok?"

She punched it into his phone and called her own, making him laugh when Flight of the Valkyries, Daniel Bryan's theme music, started playing.

"What? It's a really fucking good song. Makes me feel like I can conquer the world."

He pushed a few buttons on his phone and the same song played out. He laughed with her.

"It's my alarm ringtone. Best wakeup feeling ever."

"Exactly. When we're on the road, your phone's going to be our alarm."

"Ah, I see you're coming around to the idea, cupcake. It's going to be fun. Don't worry."

"It's not the fun I'm worried about. It's your girlfriend. Oh fuck, if we're sharing a room, where does that leave her? Don't you guys usually share, ya know, like a normal couple?"

"Yeah, guess I need to tell her that too. She'll have to room with someone else."

"Oh my god, Jon!"

She shook her head and pointed out the door, "Go talk to her right now!"

He pouted like a child would, "She's gonna get mad."

"Yeah and a part of me understands why she would. Go do it!"

"Ok ok, I'm going," he said, backing away, "You know you might be sending me off to some serious bodily harm, right?"

"Yeah, but it's my job to take care of you, right? So if she scratches up your pretty face, I can sew it back together."

"Aw, cupcake, you think I'm pretty?"

"Get out of here!"

He did and his laughter echoed back to her all the way down the hallway.

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Duh duh duh, another one bites the dust! Haha, hope you guys liked! XOXO