Chapter 1

Jon was in the locker room getting ready for his match that evening.

"Hey man," his friend Jack said. Jack was one of the two people Jon really trusted in this world. Everyone else was just shit. Simple as that. "I heard they have new talent coming tonight. You're supposed to train them, am I right?"

Jon looked up at Jack after he laced his boots up.

"Yes. Unfortunately," Jon responded with his raspy voice. He ran a hand through his sandy hair. He cut it not too long ago. It fell right past his ears. Shaggy, just the way he liked it.

"Unfortunately? I heard it's a chick, man. I would not say "unfortunately" if I were you," Jack said.

"Fuck that. I don't care if it was a male, female, or a trans, I do not want to fucking train anyone. Fuck that bitch for all I care," Jon snapped.

"WOAH! CHILL OUT! No need to get all hostile and get your panties in a bunch, asshole," Jack said. "After your match, the arena is going to clear out and she'll be here."

Jon remained silent until it was time for him to go out.

After the match, Jon sat on the steel chairs behind the rail. He was staring at the squared ring, as if he had something bad in it. All of a sudden, he heard a female voice behind him.

"Hello? Are you Jon Moxley?" the voice said.

Jon turned around and saw a rather pretty girl standing behind him. 5 ft. 7 in. , light brown skin tone, dark brain hair with semi blonde highlights on the ends of her hair. Her matching dark brown eyes took Jon's breath away. And he thought his greenish blue eyes were spectacular. Guess not.

"Yeah, I'm Jon Moxley," he said, finding his voice after staring at the woman for a few moments.

"I'm Rosetta Black," she said, sticking out her hand for a handshake.

Jon took her hand into his. Soft, smooth, and damn did she smell great. He was regretting calling her a bitch earlier.

"Nice to meet you Rosetta. You have a beautiful name," Jon said. Jon couldn't remember the last time he said something this nice to someone. Let alone a female.

"Thank you. I like your name, too," she said, smiling.

"My real name is Jonathon Good, though," he said. "Jon Moxley is just my ring name."

"It would have been cool if your actual name was Jon Moxley, wouldn't it?"

"Probably," Jon said thinking. "Maybe I should change my name?"

"Jonathon Good sounds sexy, too" Rosetta said, winking.

Jon could've sworn his manhood got hard when she said that.

"Well, Ms. Sexy, let's start your training," Jon said, leading Rosetta to the ring.

Whatever perfume she had on was driving Jon extremely crazy. He wanted every bit of her for some reason now. But the other half of him was saying "Hell. No."

Jon demonstrated to Rosetta how to do clotheslines that could knock your opponents' head off in an instant. Rosetta peformed a clothesline on Jon, sending him to the floor, grabbing his neck and coughing.

"Oh shit! I'm sooo sorry," Rosetta said, worried.

"No, it's ok," Jon said through his fit of coughs. Don't *cough* worry *cough* about *cough* it."

Rosetta helped Jon to his feet.

"Pretty impressive though. I see you've been working out, too. What made you decide to become a wrestler," Jon said, after recovering from the attack.

"When I was twelve, some guy tried to kidnap me. I broke his nose and arm. I figured I could use that energy to become a wrestler myself. Miss Elizabeth was also an inspiration," Rosetta said. "My parents wanted me to enter into politics, but that's not where my heart is."

Jon saw a twinkle in her eyes and it made him wonder.

"I think I'm going to like training you," Jon said smiling.

"Oh my goodness, you have great dimples!" Rosetta said, gushing.

"Awww, shit, my face is not that damn pretty. My eyes yes," Jon said.

"Oh, shut up," Rosetta said, slightly pushing Jon. "Let's go again!"