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"Stop that." the giggly voice came from the janitors closet.
"I don't wanna." groaned out a deep gruff voice also in the dark room.
"I have work to do, I'm supposed to be on camera in five minutes." the giggly voice said, trying and failing to sound final.
"I could finish in five minutes." rasped out the deep voice rather nonchalantly.
"Jon!" the shrill shriek of the small woman was so loud he had to peek out the door to make sure no one had heard. Seeing no one in the corridor Jon closed the door, once again his cool collected self.
"Come on Renee, I'm not scheduled for a match tonight and I need to release my stress." Renee scoffed at his reasoning. Seeing that things weren't exactly going his way Jon pulled out his puppy eyes and for added measure he even puckered out his lower lip revealing his dimples as he pleaded in a little voice.
"Please." huffing out a small breath it seemed like he was going to get his way.
"Low blow mister Good." Jon snickered.
"Speaking of blows -" 'nock-nock' Jon didn't get to finish his probably vulgar statement as a hesitant sounding voice came from the other side of the door.
"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Renee you're needed on camera… Again I'm sorry." growling in frustration Jon threw open the door revealing a small very scared looking man with a headset on. As he began to advance towards him Renee grabbed his hand and spoke to the little man.
"Thank you I'll be right there." the shacking man nodded hastily and took of down the opposite end of the corridor. Renee looking up at Jon noticed that he was still glaring in the direction of the scared man.
"Leave the new intern alone, he was only doing his job." finally turning from the direction the soon to be doomed man went down Jon turned the other way his hand still holding Renee's as they began to walk to her interview.
"No way was that five minutes." he quietly complained as she just smiled at his grumpiness.
"I said I needed to be on camera in five minutes, it takes longer to get it set up." rolling his shoulders back quickly got over it.
"You can stay for my interview, it'll give you something to kill time." she offered and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure, who're you interviewing anyways?"
"Jack Swagger." his face lit up with his cooked grin and started to chuckle, smiling at his change of mood Renee asked.
"What?" he shook his head but continued to quietly laugh.
"His lisp makes me laugh every time." gasping at his rudeness she playfully hit him on his arm which only made him laugh louder.
"Jon, don't be mean." bringing up his hands in surrender he sniggered.
"Alright, geesh."
As the interview went on Renee had to keep focused as she heard chuckles coming from behind the camera where Jon was standing. As he watched on as he could visibly see Renee trying not to throw something at him, he didn't notice a crew member come up to him.
"Excuse me Mr. Ambrose." Jon turned to the voice and gave him the look that asked what he wanted.
"You're wanted in a meeting." rolling his eyes but nodding anyways Jon waited for Renee to glance his way as he pointed that he was leaving.
Feeling a little nervous as he was making his way towards the office Jon wondered what this meeting could be about. As he opened the door his nervousness grew as he saw Mr. McMahon sitting at the desk and Steph and Hunter standing behind him.
"Take a seat Dean." Vince offered and Jon came in the rest of the way and sat in front of the desk. Seeing the nervous look of Jon's face Vince reassured him that he wasn't in trouble.
"I would only like to ask you some questions." Jon nodded.
"You were on Cabana's Podcast before. Are you an avid listener?" relaxing in his seat a little Jon shrugged.
"I listen sometimes, if I know someone on it."
"So I take it you didn't catch yesterdays show?" Jon shook his head no.
"Are you familiar with our guest on Raw last week?" with a confused face Jon answered.
"When I first saw her no, but when she introduced herself I knew I heard the name before. She's an Indie wrestler."
"Not anymore." Steph took the liberty to say, and Vince turned to her giving her an annoyed look. Turning back to Jon, Vince gave a small grin and began to do things on the computer.
"Well Lilia Sanchez was Cabana's guest yesterday and I would like to play a quick clip of it for you, won't take long." clicking on the mouse the audio began to play.
"Alright on a less heavy note. Is there anyone past or present from any company that you would want to work with sometime in the future?"
"Hm, that's hard to choose. Number one definitely Kevin Nash!"
"Hahaha You're a Diesel fan?"
"Hell yes I am, I'm a girl ain't I. And uh, number two Jon Moxley."
"Really? Can I ask you why?"
"He was one of the people that I looked forward to watching when I was training and in the Indies. I actually followed his career up until I heard he entered NXT, then I kinda, I don't want to say jumped ship, but I just stopped looking ya know. Then when I was doing the world tour, I heard from other wrestlers or on the grapevine or whatever, that he retired the Mox and started going by the new wring name Dean Ambrose. When I came back to the states I uh discovered what is known as The Shield. And I have to admit they were entertaining to watch, all three of them. It's a little embarrassing but I actually have a Shield shirt in my pj's drawer."
"Hahaha you bought the merch?"
"Yes, but my shield shirt is no way near as precious as my Mox shirts."
Vince stopped the audio and smiled at Jon.
"So you can see why we brought you here." shaking his head Jon spoke.
"No sorry sir I don't get it." rolling his eyes Vince said like it was obvious.
"She's a fan of yours. I need her here, and you are going to get her for me." thinking he was kinda crazy, but Jon asked anyways.
"How am I supposed to do that?" this time Hunter spoke.
"You run into her, you get to know her, you befriend her, then you convince her that this is a much better option then that shack in Boyle Heights." Steph spoke right after Hunter was done.
"You do this right, and who knows. With Brock suspended you might get a bigger title match than the Intercontinental and the United States championships. After all, the WWE universe didn't get a satisfying ending to yours and Seth's feud. With him being the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, there's more on the line for him to loose, there's more for you to take."
Vince stood from his desk chair and asked.
"So Ambrose, do we have a deal?" Jon thought on what doing this could mean. All he had to do was become friends with some girl, then whisper things in her ear that made her see that the WWE was the best place to further her wrestling career, then he would be the World Heavyweight Champion. Standing up Jon gave his hand to Vince.
"Deal."
"Hey, HEY! Slow down, maldito." I yell after my nephew running down the stairs as I shout for my sister.
"Estie! Your son refuses to listen. When he breaks his neck tripping over a step, you know what I'm going to do?" I ask as I finally get a hold of my nephew and throw him over my shoulder and walk to the kitchen.
"I'm going to step over his limp little body and say, Ey I told him not to run down the stairs, then I'm not going to call 911. Think about that the next time you want to go down those stairs." I say as I gently toss him on one of the kitchen island stools, and all he does is laugh. Huffing out an irritated breath as his mother walks into the kitchen entry way.
"The princess has chosen to grace us with her presence, quick Sol, kneel before she gets mad and chops off our heads." I say as I go to my knees on the ground, my nephew giggling as he also gets on the ground besides me. I can see Estie roll her eyes as she comes toward us and picks Sol up from the ground, holding him on her hip.
"Stop over exaggerating, I was in the bathroom." I snicker as I get up from the floor and sit on the island stool.
"My bad hermana." I watch as she moves around the kitchen, taking things out of the stained glass cabinets. I turn to look outside and I see my mother in her garden and I smile.
I remember the day I bought this house. Since the beginning of my career I have always been in charge of the money I received. My father said it was an opportunity to gain responsibility. You'd think a fourteen year old girl would spend the money she got on clothes, or just things she couldn't get from her parents, but I always was very careful with money.
Spending some on things that were needed, but saving most. Before I left for Mexico, Adolfo helped me with a sort of last request. Taking the family for a last day outing, we went for breakfast, lunch, and just before dinner I took them to a place in the hills. Another one of my favorite memories was the look on my family's faces as I showed them my most recent purchase.
A two storied, golden, Spanish styled home, about fifteen minutes from just about everything. Tall curved arches, balconies, colorful stained glass windows, and the brown tiled roof , it was beautiful. The only thing I ever wanted from the money I received doing something I loved, was make things easier for my family. Give them something that they deserved. And a secured home was the perfect thing. Gardens, fountains, pool and all. And it was the perfect place to raise my four year old nephew Sol.
The vibration from sweats pocket brought me back from my memory lane. Checking who it was I answered it.
"Johnny, what's going on man." I ask as my coworker Johnny Mundo, or Johnny Nitro, even John Morrison was on the other end. He changes quit a bit, but on Lucha Underground he is Mundo.
"Nothing much, you doing anything right now?"
"Nah ma, Ricky left for Porto Rico last night to see his familia so I'm free."
"Really? You're free of that huge meat head?"
"I'ma call him and tell him you said that, should make for an interesting work place."
"I was just kidding you whore. You know I love your giant man candy, Mil Muertes is my bud." I laugh at his fright towards Ricky.
"What can I do for you Johnny?"
"You wanna meet up for some lunch?"
"Ya man, where'd you wanna go?"
"Ah I already came up with the idea for lunch, now I have to find a place to eat. God why don't you put in some effort?" laughing at his whining I grant mercy on him.
"You know what, I've been craving some Hollenbeck burritos. You want to head over to Manuels?"
"Hell ya, I'll see you in a bit man."
"Alright I'll wait in line for us okay?"
"Hey, what makes you think you'll get there first?" I scoff.
"Cause you take freaking forever to get ready, you're worse then a girl." there was silence on the other end for a moment, then he spoke quietly.
"I'll see you there." he hung up and I couldn't help my laugh as I headed up stairs to change out of my pj's.
Slipping into light jeans with a good sized Texas styled belt buckle, black cowboy boots, and a snug white tank top. Taking my hair out of it's messy bun and shacking my head a bit to have my dark locks flow down my back, I grabbed my aviators and my leather cow skinned satchel with fringe and headed out of the house, in under fifteen minutes. Take that Mundo.
Taking a seat at the table in the small restaurant I order a large horchata to wait for Johnny. As expected he took longer than even I thought, but as I stood to greet him I notice someone coming in behind him. Johnny spotting me, he smiles and hugs me, turning to his guest he tells me.
"Hey man, I hope it's okay I brought someone, I haven't seen this guy in years." we all take a seat at the table and we're handed menus as I shake my head with a kind smile.
"No it's alright man, I'm Lilia." I introduce myself and offer my hand as he takes it and smiles.
"Ya I know, I'm Jon."
"Jon Moxley, wow I'm actually a fan of yours man." I confess, and he smiles and chuckles.
"Really?"
"Ya, it's really good to meet you."
"Ya, you to."
Uh-oh what's going to happen?! Sorry it's a little short, but belive me, you will want what's about to go down in it's own chapter. Lol anyways, I hope you all enjoyed my little update, let me know what you think, and what you might want to see in the future. I'll see you all soon
FYI Manuels is a real place, if you are from the Los Angeles region I highly recommend it, I've been going there since I was little, good food, good people, it's all great. See you all next time.