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Summary: Random Drabbles/One-shots. Might interlink, might not. Haven't really decided.
Author's Note: Basically, I'm a little blocked so trying to work on other things to get the creative juices flowing.
April 4, 2011 8:30am
Seth had just finished showering after his run. He was running the towel over his wet hair when his phone rang. Figuring it was probably one of the agents with match information for him, he quickly dropped his towel and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey man, how goes it?" The voice of his former team mate, Jimmy Jacobs unexpectedly question.
"Not bad, how about you?"
The other man heaved a sigh, "Well I heard something and figured I should call and give you a heads up."
A frown crossed his face. He'd known Jimmy long enough to know that if the man was calling him about something, it had to be important. "Shoot."
"I was talking to Drake and he told me that WWE just signed Jon Moxley."
The frowned deepened. Jon Moxley? He knew that name only because it was well known on the Indy circuit but he didn't personally know the man. They had somehow never crossed paths in their careers. Probably because the guy had a history of competing in the most violent matches you could think of.
So why would the company hire Moxley?
"Hello, you still there?"
He gave himself a shake from his thoughts. "Sorry, just trying to figure out why they'd sign him considering they're PG. No blood, gore or anything death-match related to be had."
"Listen, I ain't the cocky little prick's biggest fan but he actually does know how to wrestle. Always did. He just had a hell'of'a match with Danielson not long ago. From what I can figure, kid's just a pain freak and those matches were for kicks." Jimmy huffed, "I just figured you needed to know."
"Why would I need to know?" Seth was genuinely confused.
"Cause Mox is gonna want to come in with a bang. That means he'll be gunning for you."
He digested that, "Well thanks man. I appreciate the warning."
They talked for a few more minutes then Seth made an excuse to hang up. He didn't like being caught unprepared. That meant that he had to do some homework on the company's newest superstar. Grabbing his laptop, he booted it up and placed it on his coffee table. He sat down on the couch and pulled up You tube. Typing Jon Moxley into the search bar, he was surprised by the numerous videos that popped up.
An hour later, he had enough. Shutting the browser down and shoving the computer out of reaching distance. His eyes were wide, heart beating heavily from what he witnessed. Moxley was either a brilliant actor or he really was out of his mind. Although something deep down told him that it might have been a combination of both.
The matches were brutal, gruesome and very disturbing. But the promo's outdid them all. There was just something about the way the guy talked, swinging between calm and anger in the blink of an eye that made them truly terrifying. It was as if he was listening to the real life version of the Joker. Someone who embraced the twisted, darkness inside themselves and had no issue unleashing it on anyone in their way.
Seth really hoped that Jimmy was wrong and that Moxley would want to come in quietly. But deep down he knew better than that. You didn't put yourself through the hell that this guy had to finally make it to the big time and decide that you wanted to fly under the radar. Whenever he arrived at FCW, he was going to come after him and not stop.