So sorry about how long this took. By the way, I had a couple people ask me if Mickie is supposed to be like Mickie James or something and no, she's not. She's just an OC :P but hey, if you want to picture Mickie James then by all means, do it, haha. But anyways, chapter 2.
Mickie's face turned pale as DJ gathered all the Tournament of Death competitors his new plan. She was suddenly more nervous than she ever thought possible. She plopped herself down on the bench and put her face between her knees after everyone had gone to get ready for the upcoming rounds. "Mickie?". She looked up to see DJ standing over her with a worried look on his face. "You ok kid?", he asked. "Yeah, just nervous", she said softly. "Ya know I wouldnta put ya in that situation if I didn't think you could handle it, right? Or if I didn't think the guys could handle it? I trust all ya to do this. It's going to make for a good show too", DJ smiled big at her. She smiled back and nodded. "I know", she said, "and I trust you". "Good! Now go get yaself ready. You're up first", he winked.
Jon dropped his bag off at the hotel nearest to the park CZW was using for the tournament. He took a quick shower and headed off. He was torn between nervous and excited and he really had no idea why.
Ten minutes later her pulled into a parking spot and walked to the entrance. "Ticket, please", the person behind the table said without immediatly looking up. When he finally did, his jaw dropped. "Holy shit, Moxley! What're you doing here man? Long time no see!", the man said. Jon chuckled, "DJ wanted me to come check out some of the new talent and I couldn't say no to an excuse to come by and see my old home". "Well shit man, it's good to see you! Go on through", the man said letting him pass. Jon shook his hand, smiled, and nodded as a thank you.
Back in the room reserved as the changing area, Mickie got ready for the first round. She was in the middle of mentally preparing herself when some of the other female talent walked in talking about who knows what. "Did you guys hear who came to see the tournament?" one of the girls asked. "Who?", another replied. "The Jon Moxley", the first girl answered. Mickie stood back trying to pretend she wasn't listening, but she was completely tuned in. She'd always been a fan of his, in fact he was a lot of the inspiration for her character. "I heard DJ invited him to check out the new taaalent", another girl said in a sing-song manner while moving next to Mickie and putting her arm around her. Mickie just chuckled, "yeah right", she said. "No, really! That's what Daryl said, anyway", the girl answered.
He walked through the rows of empty chairs; he was considerably early and no one besides the roster was there yet. Jon walked to the ring and ran his fingers across the bottom rope, taking a deep breath. He missed this place more than he thought he did. "Well god daaamn. If it isn't Jon Moxley", he heard a familiar voice from behind him. He quickly turned around to see Sami dressed in his usual attire, his arms crossed over his chest. They walked towards each other and embraced in a tight hug, patting each other on the back. "Fuck Sami, it's been too long man", Jon said to the man that he always considered a brother. "It really has", Sami replied, "Have ya talked to DJ yet? He's been pretty stoked on you being here." "Na, not yet. Where is he?", Jon asked. "Back there gettin' shit set up", Sami told him pointing to behind the curtain set up that the wrestlers walked through. Jon nodded, "I'll catch up with you later, Sam". Jon walked around to behind the curtain and just as Sami said, DJ was setting some of the light tubes that were going to be put around the ring. He shuttered at the memories. He loved CZW more than anything, but the one thing he could've happily done without was the light tube matches. DJ turned around to set something down and did a quick double take. "MOX!", he yelled. "In the flesh", Jon laughed as he gave DJ a hug. "So where's your girl?", Jon asked. "Mickie? She's gettin' ready. She's in the first round", DJ answered. "Are you gonna have her lose in the first round like you did that one chick? Or are you givin' her a better push?", he asked. DJ scoffed and shook his head, "na. I decided this year the winners aren't going to be predetermined. I trust these guys...and girl enough to let them go at it with their own free-will. They can all handle themselves". Jon's head snapped toward DJ. "Are you kidding? The first time you put a chick in a TOD and you decide that the winners aren't going to be decided ahead of time? Those guys are going to kill her, Deej. Their egos aren't going to let them get beat by a chick." DJ shook his head again, "you'll see Mox. She's tough. I spent a lot of time thinking about it before I made the decision. You know I wouldn't put anyone in a situation that I didn't think they could handle, now would I?" Jon shook his head, "no, I know you wouldn't Deej", Jon sighed. "Oh, and Mox, you wouldn't mind joining the boys on commentary, would ya?", DJ asked with his normal smile. Jon chuckled, "of course not. You know how much I love commentary."
From behind the curtain, the tournament partcipants got ready for their matches. Mickie was just staring at the ring and the possible weapons that adorned it. She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Damn, sorry babe", Sami said pulling his hand back. She let out a breath and shook her head. "Sorry", was all she said. "Hey..Mick..you're going to be fine. You'll do amazing, I know it. I'm also glad you decided to wear pants, 'cus I didn't think a skirt would've been such a smart idea", Sami smirked before giving her a hug. "Ha-ha", Mickie said sarcastically.
The event was finally starting and Jon took a seat at the commentary with the usual commentators. "So we have a pretty special guest commentator today. CZW alumni, Jon Moxley! Whats up Moxley?", one of them said. "Not much, man. Just hangin' out, wanted to check out the new talent.", Jon said, resting his elbows on the table. "Oh, you mean you're here to check out our new girl, huh?", the other commentator laughed. Jon just chuckled and shook his head. He was about to say something when an entrance song came from the speakers set up around the open area. He looked up to see the familiar face walking towards the ring. It was Mickie. He sat up a little straighter and watched intently as she got to the ring. She went to the side of the ring that the commentators faced and put one leg between the top and middle rope before slowly bending down and entering the ring completely with a smirk on her face. But that smirk quickly faded when she caught a quick glimpse of Jon, causing her to do a double take. His eyebrows rose and he grinned at her noticing that she was looking at him. "Shit", she thought to herself. Her level of nervousness multiplied quickly, but she tried to shake it as best as she could.
Throughout the whole match, Jon had his eyes glued on her. There were occasions where he'd flinch watching some of the things she was enduring, but he still never took his eyes off of her. He watched Mickie execute a perfect moonsault from the top rope onto her opponent who was laying on a stack of four light tubes. The impact caused them all to shatter and sent shards of glass flying across the ring. She pressed her forearm to her opponents face and lifted on of his legs for the cover. Jon was utterly impressed that she had just beaten an old oponent of his that he was only able to pin once out of the many times they were in the ring together.
Back behind the curtain Mickie was immediatly greeted by Sami picking her up into a hug and spinning her around. Her body stiffened at feeling the pressure of his hug on the cuts and gashes on her body. "FUCK Mick, that was amazing. I told you you could do this", he said putting her down. She chuckled, "thanks, but I still have to get past four more people, Sam." "Shit, that'll be no problem", Sami scoffed before smiling, "but hey..you should probably go get cleaned up. Let's go out tonight, yeah? To celebrate". "I'd love to. I'll come find you when I'm done", she smiled. Mickie walked to the ambulance that was parked a few feet away. They cleaned her back, her face, and the deep gash on her upper arm before wrapping it up tightly in gauze. She walked back to the locker area and pulled on a pair of capri tights and a loose black tank top and tried to throw her long hair into a bun on top of her head. Her body was already feeling the after math of the match; she was sore and already dreaded the upcoming rounds. After throwing her bloody and torn clothes into her gym bag, she walked out to try and find Sami. Just as she was about to ask someone if they've seen him, she heard his laugh and couldn't help but smile. But the smile didn't last long and was quickly replaced with unexplained nervousness when she saw who he was talking to.
I know this is only chapter 2, but I'd really like to know what you guys think of this story so please let me know by reviewing and all that good stuff. Thanks! xoxox