A/N: The following chapter contains bits and pieces from actual Moxley promos. I do not own these; they are for entertainment purposes only for the sake of the story. I am making no money off this. If Moxley wanted to show up at my door and personally discipline me for using his words; I would show him right to my bedroom, lol.

**Jon's Promo**

The camera goes in close to Jon who is sitting on a couch, probably in his crappy motel room. He grins at the camera. "Tempest, my little wildcat; I know why you're acting out. You just don't understand your feelings; you're in love with me! You just don't know how to deal with these feelings; how to cope with this animal lust you have for me. You say you're bored and restless; I'd be bored and restless to if I was in my room at night all alone to! See, I live a very shallow, hollow existence. I live life the way it was meant to be lived. I live life to feel alive; you should try it wildcat, you might be surprised. You want a match? You want to make a name for yourself by stepping in the ring with me? Well step right up; you're the next contestant baby, I'll see you at our match!" The camera steps back and shuts off.

I arrived at the local bar at around ten that evening. I ordered my jaeger bomb and threw it back quickly. I decided to have a soda next; no need to get plastered immediately. I look down the bar and there is some guy staring at me. I am praying he doesn't make his way down to hit on me; I just want to be alone and have some fun. No such luck! He sat down at the bar beside me and smiles. "Hi! I'm Jack; I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be alone, thought maybe I could buy you a drink and keep you company."

"That's really nice of you; but I'm not looking for any company tonight. Sweet of you to offer though, "I smile back at him and go back to my soda. Jack; continues to sit next to me, god buddy take a hint!

"Now don't be like that sweetheart; let me by you a drink. I wouldn't kill you to let me buy you a drink, Would it?" He leaned in a little closer to me.

"Look, I'm trying to be polite here. I don't want you to buy me a drink, I can buy my own. I'm not looking for company either, so if you wouldn't mind." I try to sound a little more forceful this time. Still; he sits there.

"Hey baby; don't be such a bitch, I'm trying to be a gentleman here!" He gets louder and touches my arm. I was just about to swing on him when a familiar voice creeps up behind us.

"There you are Wildcat! I thought we were going to meet in our room before we came out. Must be I misunderstood. Oh hey there friend; I think you might be sitting in my seat, next to my girlfriend. Since I'm pretty sure she already told you she didn't want your company; why don't you go have a seat over there." Jon put his arm around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I really had to try and not to cringe. Jack amazingly got up and went back to his seat at the end of the bar.

"I had that under control; I didn't need you to save me." I looked over at him.

"Oh; I bet you did wildcat, but I just saved you from getting bounced out of here. I assume you aren't ready to leave quite yet. If you had started a bar fight; they would have tossed you, ask me how I know." He chuckled. "Besides; I just wanted a seat at the bar, he was taking up the one closest to the bartender and since he didn't seem to be ordering any drinks it was time for him to move on."

"A seat near the bartender?" I raised an eyebrow at him. I didn't want his help; I didn't need it. I wasn't sure what his angle was, but I figured he was up to something.

"Sure. I have to get my beer somehow. You know; cause that's what frat boys do." He grinned at me. Well; I guess he saw my promo. I grinned.

"Yep! It wasn't bad; I'm actually a little impressed. It's good to get the fans involved in your story; kicking the snobby frat boy's ass was priceless. So do I fit the snobby part; nope. Definitely not snobby. So what, I look like a frat boy or something to you?"

"I'm not talking to you about my promo Moxley. I'm here to have a few drinks and relax; honestly it's hard to do with that voice of yours making my ears bleed." I grinned back at him. He didn't seem at all phased by the insult.

"You want to have fun wildcat; why don't you just have a couple of drinks with me, won't kill you." Jon got the bartender's attention. "I'll have a shot of Jack and a beer; you can get Wildcat here whatever she had before she switched to the soda." He gives her a smile and a wink; and suddenly she is falling all over herself to help him. I just shake my head.

"You always get every woman you want?" I look over at him; more out of curiosity than anything else.

"So far? Every single one except two." He took his shot of Jack and slammed the shot glass on the table.

"Really; two? What happened to the first one?" I asked again out of curiosity more than anything.

"I shot her dog. She never forgave me for that. I thought that I was doing her a favor. The damn dog just kept barking, and barking and barking. She was trying to study for finals and it was keeping her up all night."

I turned my head and looked at him horrified. It was bad enough he had shot a dog; but it was worse that he could talk about it like he was talking about doing his laundry. "Ok…Good to know! The second? Oh let me guess; you murdered a litter of kittens?"

"No. No kittens; yet! Who knows? I don't talk about the second yet. Let's leave it at that." He took a swallow from his beer. All I could think was this second one he hadn't gotten would be the most interesting one to know about. I'd have to do some digging. I might be able to use it in my next promo.

A few drinks in; I was actually laughing at his stupid jokes. No wonder all the guys hung around him. He was much funnier when you were drunk!

"You know Wildcat; you're not as bitchy as the guys say you are. What is up with that? I mean they all say that you are a frigid bitch." Jon said with just a slight slur.

"Oh; I'm a frigid bitch because I wouldn't sleep with them or prance around in skimpy outfits? Gosh; sorry about that. I don't sleep with people I don't love. Sorry that I don't just give it up to anyone. Seriously, do you think I give a shit about what the other guys think about me? I have fought too hard; and too long to be taken seriously in this sport to ruin it by sleeping my way to the top, so fuck them!" I growl.

"There you go Wildcat! Screw them all! You are so much better than those guys anyways, Right?" He smiled at me, again showing me those dimples that I find hard to resist.

"That's right! They didn't go through the shit I have been through. They have no idea what it takes to be a woman in this career. Everyone wants to think I'm just some slut in skimpy clothes' even though I've never fucked any of the higher ups to get my spot! It was earned. I took all sorts of shit the other guys would never make it through. I did it to prove I was just as tough as them!" I spit in anger. I watched as Moxley just smiled. Shit! I just told him why I wanted this match so badly. Now he would use that against me!