I was sitting front row with a few of the other wrestler's girl-of-the-hour and in one case an actual wife and two real girlfriends. As people showed up we gossiped about the day and weather, just anything to stay away from the my man is better than your man taunts. Jon had at least three confirmed matches for the day and if he pissed anyone off back stage more than that. Cas walked into the ring, that would be littered with blood, glass and other fun stuff by the end of the day. And the crowd grew a little less loud some were still loud while others had shut up.

"Thanks for coming out." The crowd quieted more. "Welcome to Tournament of Death!" Cas shouted and the crowd whooped and hollered. "Enjoy the blood and guts!"

While he walked out the refs set up for the first match. They set up a table with dished and silverware and placed chairs around the table. A giant shell of an old Grandfather Clock was placed in the corner.

"What the hell? I thought this was wrestling not a food contest." Mandy one of the wives said.

Jon had told me about this match so I said, "Just wait."

All but one ref left the ring and Jon's music cued. As he sauntered from behind a makeshift curtain the crowd started the trash talk but some actually cheered for him. Of course I was one of those. He walked around the ring like a total bad ass giving trash right back to some of the regular fans. He got to wear I was at and winked. Jon would never say anything to me when he came out because as he'd put it once 'I have too many people that hate me and would take it out on you or try to hurt you'. So we worked out a code.

Jon jumped in the ring and strutted his fine self around. Brain Damage and one of his groupies, a guy that could have been Weird Al's brother, came out to cheers and boos. The match began, Brain Damage making the first move of the real fight. Watching Jon wrestle and fight in these matches was a lot like watching a horror film that you wanted to look away from but were too intrigued to do so. This match may have taken the cake. I hated when Jon acted more hurt than he was because more times than not he'd get hurt worse. As was the case today. The match went on with Jon losing more blood than the other guy.

"Come on Mox!" I shouted.

Okay fine I'll admit the belt around his throat worried me a bit but the saw to my boyfriend's head had given me a little bit of a heart attack. But the blade didn't go deep and the blade hardly touched him the next time. But I was still tempted to watch through my splayed fingers. But more and I almost turned away. Jon had a way of entertaining and terrifying me all at the same time and I was starting to hate it. The match went on with Jon looking like he was going to lose until Sami came out from nowhere giving Jon just enough time to wipe blood out of his eyes and get the pin.

Six hours and five matches later, Jon was a lot bloodier than he'd started out. But I found him laughing with a few other guys behind a makeshift wall. There must be something wrong with me, I thought, I found him sexy as hell covered in blood. I wouldn't say that about any other guy ever!

"Hey Lil Mama." Sami called.

"Hey Sam." I hugged the man most people feared outside the ring. Being with Jon I had gotten to know Sami more than most people cared too and really Sami was a lot like Jon, the bat shit crazy was mostly an act and a defense. "So you gonna ever win tonight or what?" I teased.

"Oh that's cold, woman." He picked me up and pretended to throw me at Jon, who wasn't but maybe a foot away.

Jon caught me. "Dude what have a told you about throwing my girl?" He laughed and set me on my feet.

"The fact that you have to tell him not to is just sad." Another guy chimed in.

Cas came into view and told Jon he was done for the night. "I'm glad to see you up and at 'em." He said to me.

"Yeah well someone has to keep this one," I patting Jon's chest, "from getting to crazy." I laughed at the look on Jon's face. "Just kidding we know that's already far past."

"Shut up." Jon said in a funny voice. "Come on lets go watch Sam's match then we're outta here."

After watching Sami win his match and a small post-celebration we left the park. Jon had ditched the blood stained wife beater saying it was hard to explain to the cops and drove back to the motel. We walked into the coolness of the motel room. And I pulled my sweaty tee over my head. The air felt cold against my clammy skin and I shivered. Jon just leaned against the door watching me. I pulled my shorts don't slower and the stripped off my bra and panties. Jon growled low in his throat and I smiled.

I grabbed his hand. "Come on you can't get all the blood off by yourself."

At the bathroom door he undid his jeans and dropped them and his boxers leaving them in a heap on the floor while I turned on the hot water. I looked at him and winced inwardly. If I was that bruised up I would be withering on the floor. His rib cage looked like it had gone about thirty rounds with Mike Tyson and his back was almost hamburger from the barbed wire he had to pull himself out of a few times. I took in the state of his body and decided the hotter the water the better. He was going to be a sore guy tomorrow.

We stepped under the hot spray letting in cascade over us. Jon tilted his head back under the faucet. I grabbed a small towel and put soap on it. I worked the soapy towel down his body careful of the cuts and bruises. When I got to his back he jerked away.

"Ow! Is there glass or something still there?" He turned back to face the wall.

"Or something. Hold still." There was a gash above his right kidney that had a bard from the rusted barbed wire he pulled out during a match in it. I pulled it out and handed it to him. "There. That better?"

"I'm going to buy you a sexy nurse uniform. "He joked as he tossed the barb.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. At least it isn't still bleeding."

He spun around catching me off guard. Pinning my body with his to the wall. He kissed me hard and I returned it with just as much enthusiasm. When he took a half step back I opened my eyes.

"What?" I said breathlessly.

"Are you sure you feel up to this." He asked concern in his eyes.

I said nothing. I just grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward me. He wasn't going to be easy tonight and while I loved last night I wanted fast and hard tonight. Fifteen hours in a car and the two guys at the gas station had made me restless. Then watching Jon earlier had made me restless in other ways. Tonight I needed Jon Moxley, Jon Good could rest for a while. He returned my kiss forcing my lips farther apart deepening the kiss. The water sprayed over us and I'm sure not all the steam was from it. By the time Jon carried me to the bed the water had gone cold. Somehow we had both gotten clean while having sex I didn't remember how but I didn't care either.

"How's your head?" Jon asked standing a foot from the bed.

"It's fine. Wh…" Why turned into a little scream when he threw me on the bed. "Gees warn a girl!" I laughed.

He bounced on the bed. Landing on his knees beside me. He grabbed the back of my head but a little gently and pulled me toward him. He rolled back to lean against the headboard dragging me across his body. He was searing hot and hard against my stomach and I licked my lips. I wrenched myself out of his grasp and slid down straddling his thighs. He inhaled sharply when I licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip and slid my hand down his dick. He pulsed in my hand and I was the one who moaned.

"Can't stay there long enough can you?" He challenged.

I took him in my mouth and my hand worked his balls. I swirled, nipped and licked until he moaned. When I raised up he shifted his legs pitching me forward. I took over and glided him into me. He growled low in his throat just as I moaned. As I began to ride him I wondered if I felt as good to him as he did me. He took my waist in his hands and held me still slamming into me harder and harder from underneath me. I bent forward and he caught one of my nipples in his mouth sucking, nipping and flicking it with his tongue payback for what I had done to him. He let go and flipped us his full weight dominating my body until he rose above me and took complete control. He came down hard when he orgasmic.

Breathing hard he said, "We should do that again some time."

"Oh you think?" I laughed breathlessly. "While I love feeling your body, you're smooching me."

He rolled to the side still inside of me. I moaned when he hit a sensitive spot. He looked at me one eyebrow raised. "What? Again?"

I laughed. "God no! Just an aftershock. Give me at least ten or I won't be able to walk!"

He shifted away from me. "Well lucky you I have to piss."

"So romantic." I said dripping with sarcasm.

I got out of bed to stretch and my stomach grumbled. "Hey Jon, I'm gonna go find a vending machine."

I went in search of a t-shirt. I found his bag under mine so I tossed mine to the side and unzipped it. I rummaged through it finding an UA shirt. I slipped it on, it covered to mid-thigh well but I grabbed a pair of panties out of my bag just in case. Never know who you're going to meet in a place like this. I left the door open a hair so I could get back in. I walked to the little breeze way between the office and rooms. There were several machines their humming made it hard to hear anything else so when the girl came up behind me I didn't hear her until she shouted.

"HEY! I seen you with Jon Moxley!"

"Oh fuck! Lady are you stupid?" I questioned as I leaned down to retrieve my bootee. And thought she didn't know how close she'd came to getting her face punched.

"So is he with you, here?" She followed me.

I ignored her I didn't mind Jon's fans so long as they left me alone or didn't ask every question they could think of. I continued to the room, the fan wasn't taking the hint and kept asking questions. But when I got to the door I found it closed and the TV blaring from inside. Shit!

I turned to the girl. "Yes, I'm Jon's girlfriend. Yes he's here. And no he doesn't want to sign your boobs! Now shut up and go away."

She looked a little wounded but I didn't care. I banged on the door after the third time Jon opened it. Looking a little annoyed until he saw it was me. The he looked past me a look of pure annoyance and distain covered his face. He pulled me inside and shut the door in fangirl's face.

"Hey!"

I laughed. "I was going to do that!"

"Sorry she's not a fan she's a psycho ex." He faked a shudder.

"Is that the only kind of girls you date?" I threw a candy bar at him. "If so what does that say about me!"

He laughed and opened a bottle of Gatorade. "That was before you. You're are not that crazy."

"Gee thanks, Babe."

We ate the talked some more before finally falling asleep. I woke some time later to a bang on the door. Jon grumbled and got up. He looked out the window only to say fuck and then unlocked the door. Curiosity killed the cat, I know. But I had to find out what he was talking about. I looked around Jon to see two police officers. Well this can't be good, I thought.

"You two alone in there?" one asked rudely.

I poked Jon in the ribs so he wouldn't mouth off. He said, "yes. Can I help you?" As nicely as he could while talking to a cop.

"We had a complaint come in. A young lady said you tried to get her to come in the room."

I scoffed, "Well that didn't happen. The door might have gotten slammed in her face but she was on the outside of it."

"She's my ex and it didn't end so well. But she follows the company I work in around and found out I was staying here. She kept asking my girlfriend a bunch of questions and followed her to the room. Ki got locked out and when I opened the door for her I shut it in Melisa's face. And that was it." Jon relied the whole story in four short sentences.

The cops looked at each other and then Melisa ran up shouting at them that Jon had tried to rape her and I was going to help and film the whole thing. Jon and I looked at each other dumbfounded. We couldn't say anything but Jon did move more in front of me blocking me unconsciously from her rant and temper tantrum. The cops told her to calm down or they would have to hand cuff her.

"Me?!" She squawked. "Me?! They are the criminals arrest them!"

When the cops told her they had already spoken to us and that they were going to view the video footage to figure everything out she became silent. Then she ran like her life depended on it. The cops bid us a good night then left.

Not long after we were curled back in bed but Jon couldn't sleep. So he decided we would go. He was use to very little sleep and driving to different towns so I agreed. He called to the motel desk and told them we were checking out while I found some pants and put our dirty clothes in a bag and made sure we had everything. By two am we were back on the road.