Things had actually been looking up since that night. All but my sleep intake that is. If I wasn't daydreaming about Mr. King of the ring I was actually dreaming about him. Only to wake up hot and bothered. A few months had passed with nothing to write home about, but one night a fight broke out over some hoe who'd looked like she'd seen better days and one of our waitresses had gotten hurt. Our boss and owner of the bar, Bear, decided everyone who dealt with the costumers needed some defensive training. I had been in self-defense and martial arts as a kid and I still tried to go to the gym every now and then. So I okay with having to do it. I had seen an ad for Cody's gym wanting people to sign up for wrestling classes. I figured if Bear was making it mandatory for some type of defense then why not wrestling I had wanted to do from very little and my mom had even paid for classes with a local trainer in my hometown named Rip who'd taught me as much as he could or wanted because I was little and a girl. I would love to get back into and the gym was across from work easy choice.

Within weeks I was tightly toned and so sore my body never stopped hurting but I always had a smile on my face. I was actually doing something people had told me I'd never be able to do. But there was a major thorn in my side and it wasn't from a kendo stick, I was still thinking about Jon Moxley. He felt so familiar and I didn't know why. I was losing more sleep from his face spinning in my head than I was from pain. I wanted to ask Cody when or if CZW was going to come back. I had wondered later that night why I had never seen Jon in any CZW videos before so I'd looked him up online, and found he had only been with the company for a few months but already he was a top dog. I still had the nagging feeling I knew him but I didn't know why, he'd lived in Cincinnati all his life and I'd only been here a short time and not so long the first time when I'd lived with my aunt, the point was I couldn't possibly know him.

Jon Good or Moxley whichever he was going by was haunting me at every turn. I was at the gym early in the morning till I had to go to work and then I'd go back for a few hours at night.

"Hey Ki! Looking good." Cody said stepping into the ring.

I was sparing with one of his guys. I liked sparing with the guys instead of the other girls. The guys didn't hold back so much and wasn't afraid to get hit. "Hey Cody. What's up?" I spat out my mouth guard out.

"How's it goin', man?" Jack my sparring partner asked.

"Well, I just got off the phone with Les." He didn't have to say any last name we knew who he was talking about. "And he wants to come down and see guys…and girls maybe recruit some people."

"Really?" Jack said. "He hasn't come down in a long time not since Jon. Man I've gotten way better! I wonder if he'd take me!"

"Slow your role, kid. And Jon hasn't been gone that long. But you and some other guys have improved a lot since then. That part is correct. But I wanted to go around and see who I could book for next month and have an open fight night. Kianna, I'll need some girls too. I want to get you and Candice and Lexie in the spot light."

I was shocked I knew I'd been working like a slave horse but for him to want to put me in an actual match was crazy. "If you think I'm ready, sure."

"If I think? That's why I'm giving everybody the whole month to train harder and work on the little stuff. So you'll all know you're ready." He punched my arm. "You're better than you think, kid."

As he jumped back out, Jack and I beamed at each other. Then we had the same idea. "A month? We need to step it up!"

"Hey you guys ready for some lunch?" Candice tapped on her watch.

I glanced at mine. "Nope, time for work. I'm coving Maranda's shift till her arm is better."

I couldn't wait to tell everyone that I was going to be a feature in Cody's fight night! I quickly took a shower and was running out the locker room when Jon walked in the front door. We hit hard. I bashed my face into his mid torso just below his chest. I looked up to apologize at the same time he looked down, our eyes met. God, I thought, this man's eyes could lay bare a person's soul.

"I'm sorry I wasn't watching for the door." I said.

He grinned, "better me than the door."

"Ki, girl, are you okay?" Wendy and Emma ran out from behind the Snack bar not far from the doors.

I didn't answer, I couldn't. I held a hand to my nose. It was almost gushing blood. "OHMYGOD!" Wendy shouted.

"Calm down, Wen. I got this." Jon pulled his shirt over his head. "Here, you're bloods already claimed it any way." Flash backs of the first night I'd seen him jumped to the front of my mind.

"Um…thanks." Well this is embarrassing and I'm late for work, I thought. "I am really sorry."

Wendy and Emma had gone back to the snack bar where they were watching us intently. I mouthed, bug off. And they giggled causing Jon to turn his head. "Something funny, ladies?" They both laughed again and Jon smiled, shaking his head. "Oh those two will get you into any mess."

"I've noticed." My nose had stopped bleeding. "I don't think you want this back." I said sarcastically walking to the trash can.

He laughed, "Nope. But hey keep it you might get to tell your kids that you bleed on Jon Moxley's shirt someday."

"No doubt. But I think I'll pass." I glanced at my watch. I wouldn't be going in early today I'd just missed the dead line to clock in late. "Damn."

"Sorry am I holding you up?"

"No I was supposed to cover a friend's shift but because I'm a clumsy dip who wasn't watching where she was going I have missed the dead line to clock in. But oh well." I shrugged. I'd work in the ring or hit the weighs for a while.

"Well I was dropping by to say hi to Cody and Wendy. Could I maybe say sorry by buying you lunch?" He looked so hopeful I couldn't say no.

"Sure. Why not?"

Jon smiled, "Okay let me just say hey to Cody and then we can go."

I walked over to the snack bar which had accumulated not only Wendy and Emma but also Lexie and a newer girl I didn't really know. I didn't say anything I was waiting to get slammed with 'you've got to tell us how it goes' pleas. I wasn't not going to tell them but gees a girl couldn't get out the front door without these wolves. Being a loner all my life it was hard sometimes to remember to be a girl and gossip. When the pleas didn't come I was curious as to the why not.

"Okay let's hear it." I joked but they still didn't say anything. "Oh God. What? Spill, y'all are starting to freak me out.

Wendy finally looked at me. Handing me a wet wipe out of her daughter's diaper bag. "You still have some blood on your face."

"Thanks. If that's what the shock was over you guys are in the wrong business."

Emma shook her head. "No. Ki, Jon has never invited anyone anywhere. Well nobody from here at least."

I looked at them. "So what? He feels bad."

"But…but….Never. Ever. Has he asked someone out without wanting only sex. That's why he's never asked anyone from here he's never wanted to work with one of later. That and we aren't his type." Lexie sounded wounded.

I started to ask but Jon came up with Cody. "You ready? Or has my fan club scared you off?" He joked.

I'd have to resign to figuring his type out on my own. "Yep." Hopped off the stool and grabbed my bag from the counter. I waved as we walked out.

Jon's beat up GTO was sitting out front. The poor thing had seen better days but as a car enthusiast I had to ohh and awe over it. He smiled as he opened the driver's door with a little force. I got the passenger door to wrench open and slid in. Jon winked as I took him and the car in. I had a thing for guys and cars but I had a real bad thing for hot guys with cars. I think he had caught on to that fact.

"Like what you see." He commented as he eased the car out of the parking lot.

"Maybe." I laughed. Yeah I see a lot that I like, I though coyly.

Being Jon's passenger was a lot like driving with a race car driver who was drunk. He handled the car with ease but the road not so much. Yet I found it fun too. We blared Breaking Benjamin and other bands singing alone as loud as we could laughing when one of us would mess up, as we raced across town. When we stopped at a red light he turned the music down some.

"So you live here awhile?" He looked at me through dark sunglasses.

"I didn't mean to get here." I admitted.

"Huh?" The light changed again.

I told him my embarrassing story. "But I'm learning to like it. I got a good job and I'm going to be featured next month in a fight on fight night. So I'm super stoked about that."

We pulled into a little diner. "I hope this is okay." He said shyly.

I actually came here a lot they had possibly the best food ever. "I love this place!" When he cocked an eyebrow I said, "No really, Jon. They have the best chicken burgers."

He took my hand. "Then come on because I'm starving."

We went into the diner not saying a word. Picking a booth, Jon slide in behind me. Our waitress, Monica, said hi to Jon basically ignoring me. What the hell I was sitting beside him and he did have his arm around me. Um…hello common sense to ding bat. He squeezed my shoulder and winked at me. I felt like an idiot for getting annoyed but I didn't like being ignored by anyone. So after she left us to look over the menu and get our drinks. He laughed softly.

"What?"

"You're not jealous, are you?" he chuckled, which I found adorable.

"No I hate being ignored. I wasn't jealous by a long shot." Okay I was a little jealous. Not of him talking to her but of her talking to him.

He leaned in close. "Oh okay then." He winked. "It'll be our little secret."

I punched his arm. "Shut up."

"What can I get you?" Monica the waitress asked in an annoyed impatient tone. Apparently she didn't like him talking to other girls and ignoring her either. It sucks don't it? I shot her a look. We ordered then talked until the food came.

"Gees. I'm surprised she didn't poison my food." I bit into a fry.

Jon laughed with a mouth full of burger, swallowing he asked, "So why didn't you leave after you got a job and enough money. I wouldn't stay in this shit hole if I didn't have to."

"As I said I actually like my job. And now that I can wrestle I don't want to give that up if I don't have to. And I managed to get a pretty nice apartment too."

He mulled that over then said, "So you like wrestling?"

"I love it. I did self-defense and martial arts when I was a little kid and my mom even paid for a trainer in my hometown to teach me wrestling but I was too little for him to teach very much too. But I think it was because I was a girl and he didn't want to teach me."

Our food set half eaten half-forgotten between us. "Really? And where is this hometown of yours?"

"It's close to Amarillo, Texas. It's not the best mostly smells like cows."

"So you live in cow shit Texas?" He laughed.

"Close it's named after the Hereford cow breed." Our waitress came back and dropped off two tickets.

Jon looked puzzled then called her back. "You didn't ask it if would be on separate tickets."

"So?" She didn't have she charm about her anymore.

"So fix it." She walked away to print off another ticket. "Sorry. We use to date."

Well that explained it. "Well it was rude to assume but I can pay for mine."

"Nope. I asked you to lunch so I'll buy. I may not have the greatest manners but what I do have I use from time to time." He added up the two tickets and laid a twenty on the table. "There. That'll cover it."

He grabbed my hand as we slid from the booth. As we walked to the car I glanced at my watch. Oh shit I was going to be late for work. Once in a while was okay. But twice in one day? Bear and Darlene were going to kill me, skin me, and mount me as a warning! I was having a good time though and didn't want to say anything. Jon seemed to notice though.

"What's wrong? You got a jealous boyfriend or something?"

I watched him for a second. "No, goof ball. I'm about to be late for my shift."

"Oh well then I guess we better hurry. You still at the bar, right?" He asked putting the car in gear.

"Yes but with the way you drive I don't think I have to worry about hurrying any." I laughed.

He faked a hurt look and then just to be an ass pulled right in front of a car onto the highway. When I screamed he only laughed. He knew he had enough time, given the GTO didn't fall apart all the sudden. I turned up the radio when a Flogging Molly song came on. Jon gave me the weirdest look.

"What? I love Flogging Molly." Yet another look from him. "What?! Jon! Road, cars."

He turned back to the road. "What about them?"

"Watch the road. Pay attention to the cars. Or at least that's what sane people do." I laughed. Oh this man was going to be trouble.

"Yes ma'am, But not because I'm sane, I'm quite the opposite. But because you asked or rather demanded." He winked.

Yep this boy is trouble with a capital T, I thought. Jon was the type of guy I wouldn't have given the time of day to at home. He was sweet, funny, caring, and reckless and so damn hot I swear the windows fogged up. And he had a major plus, two actually. He had a car and a job.

I must had gotten lost in thought because the next thing Jon said shocked me. "We're here."

"Huh?" I looked out the window. "Oh so we are."

He got out of the car right before I did. I didn't want this day to end and I couldn't believe we had spent the entire afternoon and almost the whole evening together. Jon came to my side of the car and leaned against the side. I leaned next to him against the door. I really didn't want to walk away. The last time I'd walked away I didn't see him for months.

"What time do you actually have to clock in?" His voice husky.

I spared a look at my watch. It read 6:45. "In about ten or fifteen minutes."

I started to ask why when he turned toward me. He pressed me against the door of the GTO. His hands on either side of my head. I didn't have to ask why anymore I knew. I put one arm around his neck and the other around his waist. He leaned in and all I could smell was his musk. He pressed his lips against mine and I opened to him. He tasted of the cigarette and Big Red he had had in the car. That might be the best taste in the world, I thought, twisting my tongue with his. He slowly pulled away and drew a breath. Pressing his forehead to mine, he kissed my nose.

"I guess you'd better go in." He said in an almost whisper.

I looked into those blue-gray eyes. "I guess so."

He moved to the side so I could get by. But I stayed where I was. And turned toward him. I wanted to ask if we could see each other again but he licked my taste off his lips and I couldn't speak.

"Can I see you again? And not a run in at CHWT either." He joked.

I stared at him. How did he know I was going to ask that? "No, not a head on collision for sure." I laughed. "Yeah. I'd like that."

I started stand up from where I'd been leaning against the car.

"What was that smile about?" I giggled. Did he know how adorable he was? "Was that an 'I want to do something bad' smile?"

Jon laughed. Winked and said, "Nope. That was I can't wait for that to happen smile."

"Oh alright then." I looked at my watch. I was beginning to hate time. "I guess I better get in there before Bear sends out the Calvary."

He rose from his relaxed pose then. He walked me to the door. When I turned back toward him I gave him a quick peck and hugged him. "When?"

He knew what I meant. "Anytime we can get, Sweet."

With that I walked into the bar and he drove his car across the road to the back of the gym. Cody looked to be the only one inside. Good, I thought. He and Cody could catch up since I had technically interrupted them earlier.