Falling Down

Chapter 6

Disclaimer: This is all my own work, and none of it actually happened. Al is all mine because I created her. And that's really that.

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Jon and Al checked into their hotel and had just arrived in the room they would be sharing. They put their bags down, a slightly uncomfortable silence between the two. She knew that Jon had a show the next evening, meaning they had the entire rest of the day to spend together. That was a little awkward considering how the pair didn't know each other that well and had already developed a little bit of tension between themselves.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" Al asked her roommate, keeping her voice upbeat, trying to foster a better relationship with him.

"Well, I have to practice today. You can come with me. I'm meeting up with Colby in an hour and a half," he told her. "Colby is Seth Rollins."

"Oh…okay. That sounds pretty cool," she replied.

"Maybe we'll be able to get you in the ring," he commented with a smirk.

"I think that sounds more like you're daring me more than anything," she replied, mirroring his smirk.

"Maybe I am."

Al raised an eyebrow. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see how that works out for you," she playfully shot back at him.

Jon kicked his sneakers off and sat up on his bed in the double-bedded room. "You'll be the one who sees."

"I'm gonna jump in the shower really quickly," she told him.

"Okay."

Al opened up one of her two large suitcases and pulled out an outfit to put on after she showered. She, then, made her way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. For whatever reason, Jon couldn't seem to concentrate on anything, aside from the fact that the woman he was rooming with was really hot. Maybe it was partially the fact that she wasn't some little pushover. Earlier, she stood up for herself. He liked that about her. He thought it made her come off as feisty. He couldn't deny that he found that to be an attractive quality. And now, not only did he think that she was hot, but she was also naked and in the shower mere feet away from him. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't get the thoughts of what she looked like naked out of his head. Maybe it was the lack of sexual gratification he'd had in the last few months. But he quickly realized his inappropriate thoughts were having a physical effect on him.

When Jon heard the shower water shut off, he tried all he could to make the bulge that had formed in his shorts go away. But he had no such luck. A few minutes later, the door opened and a towel-clad Al stepped out. He shifted to hide his physical manifestation of his attraction to her. He was just embarrassed now, even if she didn't notice it. He made such a big deal about not liking her because of who she was and what she represented to him, and here he was…hard as a rock, unable to stop thinking about what would happen if her towel fell to the floor.

"Forgot my toiletries," she told him with an innocent smile. She bent down slightly to grab the bag sticking out of her suitcase. Jon found his eyes were glued to her. The short towel revealed nearly all the flesh of her legs. It was small enough that it also revealed enough cleavage up top to assure him that his boner wasn't going to disappear anytime soon. The way her long, wet hair clung to her body even turned him on. He couldn't understand why after all of the resistance he put up, now here he was practically drooling over her. Al made her way back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind herself.

Jon took a deep breath and let it out. This was going to be a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. He didn't think that he was so attracted to her. After realizing who she was, the initial attraction had worn off, or so he thought. He thought that knowing she was a drug addict and over-privileged celebrity would be enough to make her not at all attractive to him. But, clearly, he was wrong. Jon knew that she was hot…and obviously, his penis knew, as well. He shifted on the bed and tried to do his best to not make his raging erection so obvious.

Al walked out of the bathroom. And looking at her made Jon find it even harder to resist the attraction he was feeling towards her. She had on a pair of black yoga shorts, which clung to her body. Though they weren't short enough to show off her ass cheeks, which he was both cursing and thankful for, at the same time, they were short enough to spark his imagination. She had on a black sports bra, which showed off enough cleavage to continue causing problems for him. Everything about her body was giving his dick more reasons to not consider softening up any time soon.

Jon couldn't understand why he was finding himself so turned on by her. But he couldn't seem to control his body's reaction. Jon wanted to grab her and bang the hell out of her. But he knew not to do that. That was illegal. And it certainly wouldn't help Al stay clean…or help them get along for the next three months.

"Are you okay?" Al asked.

Jon snapped out of his thoughts, only now realizing he had been blatantly staring at her. "Oh sorry. I was just thinking, and I guess my brain shut off for a minute there," he said with an uncomfortable laugh.

She smiled. "Are you sure? It seems like there's something is up with you," she curiously observed.

He smiled. She had no idea how well she hit the nail on the head with that one. Something was definitely up with him. Physically. "Me? No. I'm good."

Al gave him another suspicious look, knowing that there was definitely something going on with him. The look on his face was one of…she couldn't place her finger on exactly what. He almost looked lustful. But she knew that he wasn't a fan of hers and quickly brushed that thought out of her head. That certainly couldn't be it. But Al decided to just let it go. Clearly, he didn't want to tell her what was going on.

Jon was having trouble pulling his eyes off of Al, which was just confusing her. Then, she glanced at him and noticed exactly what it was that he was trying to hide. Al blushed and quickly turned away from him, not wanting him to know that she was the tent he was poking in his shorts. She didn't want to make it more embarrassing for the both of them. She sat on the edge of her bed and put her hair up in a neat ponytail. She had no idea why he was so turned on by her. He didn't even like her…not that that was necessary but still.

"You have a lot of tattoos," he commented, trying to make conversation, not realizing that he had already been caught.

"Yeah. I've always had a thing for them," she replied. "Do you have any?"

"Nope," he replied. "Not really something I have time to worry about, you know? They look really good on you, though."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"How many do you have?"

"Uh…at this point, I don't even know. I have this whole part of my arm covered in a few different ones. It started out as a couple of different tattoos. But then, I had it designed to kind of work together as almost one giant tattoo. I have this one that goes from my ribs to my back. I have one on each of my hip bones. I have the other side of my ribs. I have one behind my ear. I have one on this wrist," she listed off.

"Impressive. What made you get them?"

"I've always loved them. It just kind of happened, I guess. They all have meaning to them, so…I dunno."

Jon nodded slowly. He was trying to focus on anything but how hot she was. "Which one has the most meaning to you?"

"Um…this one," she said, showing him the tattoo of the ruby with a halo around it, residing on the back of her shoulder, as part of her arm piece.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?"

"It's for my mom."

"She must love having her daughter show her that much devotion."

"I mean…she's never seen it."

"Why not?"

"Well, she died when I was fourteen, and I got it when I was seventeen, so…" Al replied, uncomfortable talking about her mother with Jon.

"Oh…I'm sorry," Jon apologized.

She shrugged. "It's fine. It was a while ago."

"Yeah. But still that has to be pretty rough. So you were raised by your dad?"

"I mean, I guess you could say that."

Suddenly, Jon felt a little sympathy for her, seeing as he could relate to what it was like to lose a parent…not that his parents were ever the doting kind. But it was a still a loss, nonetheless. Maybe there really were reasons for her doing the things that she did. She had obviously dealt with at least one majorly serious situation in her life. He considered the fact that maybe he had been judging her much too harshly. He still wasn't completely sure about Al. However, parts of him were reconsidering his stance on her.

"Ready to go?" Jon asked.

"Yup," Al replied, getting up from her bed and grabbing her bag. The pair left their hotel room and went down to the car that Jon had rented, in silence. Once they approached the car, Jon unlocked it. Al got into the passenger's side, while Jon got into the driver's seat. As he drove to the gym, they remained in silence.

Once Jon pulled into the parking lot of the gym, the pair got out of the vehicle and headed inside to meet Colby. Jon found himself struggling not to check Al out. Even though she had thrown a t-shirt on over her sports bra, he couldn't help but still ogle her.

Jon held the door open for her. She smiled and walked inside. "Thanks," she said and followed behind him, as he walked ahead of her, into another room, where she quickly recognized the guy she knew to be Seth Rollins, sitting outside of a wrestling ring.

"Jon didn't mention he'd be bringing a date to the gym," he teased, walking over to the pair. Jon realized that he had completely forgotten to tell Colby about this arrangement with Phil to babysit Al.

"She's not a date," he corrected. "She's a…" He didn't know what to call her.

"She's being babysat," Al spoke up. "Hi. I'm Al," she introduced herself, outstretching her hand to the Superstar.

"Hi Al. It's great to meet you. I'm Colby," he also introduced himself, taking her hand in his and shaking it.

"Hey man," Jon greeted his friend.

"Hey." Colby turned back to Al. "You look a lot like Alessandra Kline," he spoke. "My fiancée is obsessed with her."

Al let out a laugh. "Well, tell her I appreciate that. Maybe I can meet her sometime, if I'm allowed to make friends," she replied, giving Jon a look.

Colby looked confused. "Wait. Really? That's you? Holy shit. What the hell are you doing with this asshole?"

"Gee. Thanks," Jon breathed with an eye roll.

"Jon's doing me a huge favor and helping me stay…clean," she explained.

"How the hell did that end up happening?" he asked.

"Well, Phil Brooks…you know CM Punk…is one of my best friends in the entire world. He called in a favor to help me out and get me out of my natural habitat, which is a proven danger zone for me. And here I am."

"Oh wow. Well, it's really great to meet you. How long are you gonna be around for?" Colby questioned.

"About three months or so," she replied with a shrug.

"Awesome. You'll get to meet Leighla, then. But I'm warning you, she'll freak the hell out when I tell her that you're hanging out on the road."

Al smiled. "Well, that's really sweet. I hope I get to meet her."

"Alright. Let's get into the ring," Jon interrupted their conversation. He and Colby climbed in. "You joining us?"

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself.

"Uh well, you're the only one here who isn't in this ring right now," he shot back with a sarcastic tone.

"Oh…um…okay." She hopped into the ring.

"You can wrestle?" Colby asked, in disbelief.

"Yeah. I used to help Phil practice. And he obviously had to teach me, or I'd probably be dead at this point," she explained with a laugh.

"I wanna see what you've got," Jon spoke, his voice challenging her.

She raised an eyebrow. "I told you I'm not very good."

"Come on. You can kick his ass," Colby encouraged her. He could sense a tension between the two and judging from Jon's attitude towards her, he didn't think that the Lunatic Fringe liked her very much. He was interested in watching her kick his ass a little bit, just for good measure. He wasn't sure what Jon's problem with her was.

Al let out a deep breath that she didn't realize she was holding. She finally pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it to the side. "Okay. Let's do this." Colby stepped out onto the apron, excited to watch this happen. "I also haven't been in the ring in a while. I'm pretty rusty, so please don't be a complete douchebag," she requested.

He smirked. "Alright. Let's lock up," he instructed her.

She shrugged. "Okay."

Jon and Al locked up. He quickly pulled her into a headlock. She managed to finagle her way out and pushed him off of her. He ran towards the ropes and bounced off of them, launching himself towards her. She jumped up and over him. He came back in the other direction, and she managed to slide down onto the ring, underneath him. She got up, as he headed towards her, yet again and nailed a drop kick on him, knocking him on his ass. Al quickly got up and pulled Jon up, who wasn't in pain, as this was his job. But he played it up, as he was becoming more curious to see what she could do. Al nailed a DDT on him. Jon laid there, as she got up. She bent over, resting her hands on her knees, waiting for him to get up, while she caught her breath for a moment.

Jon finally got up and grabbed Al from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist. She elbowed him in the head repeatedly, and he finally let go of her. She grabbed him by his arm and Irish-Whipped him into the ropes. As he came back at her, she nailed him with a clothesline. He was impressed with how hard she could hit, especially considering how thin she was. She was clearly a lot tougher than he had expected her to be.

He got up and picked her up, in a fireman's carry, confident she wouldn't be able to wriggle her way out of his grasp. But she shifted her body weight around, managing to catch him in a Hurricanrana. "Holy shit!" Colby yelled, impressed with the celebrity. No one expected her to have this much skill. And quite frankly, it didn't seem as if she had been out of the ring for months, as she had been. Al climbed up to the top turnbuckle and steadied herself. Jon watched her, impressed, as he was laying on the ring mat. Colby's eyes were widened and his mouth hung open. He couldn't believe she was about to pull this off.

Al took a deep breath and jumped off, nailing a picture perfect Shooting Star Press. She remained on top of Jon for a moment, surprised that she managed to not make a complete fool of herself in the ring. She, then, stood up and held her hand out to Jon. He took it, and she helped pull him up, though he didn't need it. He wasn't exactly going to ignore an opportunity to make physical contact with the woman he had been checking out for the last couple of hours.

"Don't judge too harshly. It's been quite a few month," Al spoke.

Colby climbed into the ring. "Harshly? You were fucking awesome, Al," he told her, his tone excited.

"Thanks."

"You weren't bad," Jon arrogantly spoke.

"Weren't bad? You barely got a move in," Colby shot back at him.

"I was letting her, obviously. I wanted to see what she could do."

"Uh huh. Sure. Whatever you say."

"I'll take that," she spoke up.

"Don't listen to him. You've got some serious skill. A Shooting Star Press? You can't even do that, Jon," Colby shot at his friend.

"She also weighs like a hundred pounds."

"One-ten," she corrected him.

He gave her a look. "I'm sorry. One hundred and ten pounds, excuse me."

"I'm gonna gain more weight," Al confidently spoke.

"Seriously? Like another hundred? Then, we can talk."

She rolled her eyes. "I mean probably like five or ten," she mumbled.

"You're very light. So, it doesn't hurt. Not to mention, being so skinny means it's easier for you to get on the top rope and do those flips and shit."

Al rolled her eyes. "You're such a douche," she groaned.

"You really are such a douche," Colby agreed, glaring at Jon.

"What? She weighs nothing," he defensively replied.

Colby turned to Al. "Just ignore him. He doesn't get laid very much, and it makes him a real prick."

She smiled. "I see that. How do you deal with it?"

"I kick his ass," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I like your way of solving problems," she said with a smirk.