Roxy: "Yeah. I know and I regret it like fuck too."

Maddie: "Then you need to calm the fuck down and stop accusing people of doing something they aren't. Especially when your not squeaky clean yourself. Guilty consciousness speaks louder then words themselves and you are making yourself look bad in this."

Roxy: "Not everyone thinks like Corbin and I do. Thank God."

Maddie: "Yes. Thank God."

Meanwhile, over at the AEW headquarters, Matt and I are sitting in the waiting area waiting to be seen by the CEO or as she calls herself, the CBO.

Matt: "Are you nervous yet?"

Jessica: "Dude, my fucking heart is in my throat. I've never spoke to either Brandi or Codey about wanting to wrestle for AEW. The last conversation I had about changing wrestling careers was with Matt Jackson and that was over in ROH. He spun a scenario that sounds a lot like this Elite Wrestling brand idea that came to be. So yeah. I'm scared shitless."

Matt: "Take a slow deep breath and let it out slow."

I start doing the breathing and actually feel my literal pulse start to calm with every exhale. I guess it really is all in my head.

Matt: "Are you better now? Feeling less like your being called into the principals office at school?"

Jessica: "Not by much but I am feeling centered more."

A sudden commotion makes me look up and I see, what appears to be a skinny as hell dude dressed in all black with skeleton bones on his gear flipping a skate board up so he can stow it in his back pack. His head is covered in a creepy skull looking hoodie and from my point of view, it looks creepy as fuck. I don't know who what or why this thing is walking my way.

I look down at my phone like it's going to morph into something and try not to laugh out loud. Skinny bones Jones kept going through my head. To my delight or further discomfort he sits right next to me and sets his gear on the floor. All I see are his black boots and bag now.

"My bad."

He takes off his hood and acknowledges he's not alone.

Jessica: "No worries dude."

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Darby Allin."

He holds out a tattoo covered hand for me to shake and I shake it.

Jessica: "Hi. I'm Jessica. Nice to meet you. What's up with the literal bones?"

Darby: "This is my gear. My ink on the other hand is not part of my gear."

Jessica: "I got that. I don't suppose skinny bone Jones is part of your act either."

Darby starts laughing.

Darby: "I'm afraid not. Do you watch AEW at all aside from wanting to wrestle here or follow the talent any?"

Jessica: "I'm a newbie to this. So I am a personal friend of Jon Moxley and I used to wrestle for ROH back in the day with The Bucks and Tyler Black. I haven't watched the show yet."

Darby: "So you have no idea who I am. Good. I like being an enigma to someone."

I look at him like he's flipped his lid. This kid can't be anymore then 27 years old and he's borrowing Jeff's gimmick and make up? No piercings though.

Jessica: "Are you even familiar with Jeff Hardys gimmick?"

Darby: "Dude, he's fucking awesome. Of course I watched him. He does all the shit I want to eventually. Minus the injuries and drugs."

He holds out his knuckles that say "Drug free" across them.

Jessica: "Let me guess. You're straight edge."

Darby: "Yeah. How did you get that off a tattoo?"

Jessica: "CM Punk another close personal friend of mine. Same knuckle tattoos only he wrote straight edge across his stomach."

Darby: "I didn't take it that far."

Jessica: "So Mr. Enigma. You never did answer what was up with the bag of bones tattoo?"

Darby: "I returned from the dead. So, this is my tribute to my Uncle."

Jessica: "You're serious or are you in character?"

Darby: "I'm serious. I lost my uncle in a drunk driving accident that almost took my life and by some Miracle or fluke I was saved. So I've been obsessed with being half dead. Hence the bones and skull face paint look."

Jessica: "Wow. That's awesome that you survived that. I'm sorry about your uncle."

Darby: "Me too. I really don't remember any of it. That's why I never speak about it out loud. But I do know that I will never get in another car with another fucking drunk ever again."

Jessica: "My name is Jessica Mendez and I am a recovering alcoholic."

Darby: "Hi Jessica. How long?"

Jessica: "3 years sober now. I lost it after a WWE injury took me out."

Darby: "I remember reading about your mental break. If you don't mind my asking what made you still go back to the WWE if it was making you that nuts?"

Jessica: "At the time, I was wrestling with my boyfriend Seth Rollins and my two sisters Roxy and Madison. I liked the family I had there and wanted to be with them. I missed not being around and made every possible excuse to make a come back. Now, I realize I wasted 4 years of my career chasing my ass like an idiot. McMahon was never going to give me creative control or creative rights to my character. I never was going to make an epic match or even an epic storyline. It was just a gimmick to keep The Shield verses D.O.D going. Then they destroyed D.O.D too."

Darby: "Divas of Destruction."

Jessica: "Yup. You're looking at one of the founding front women for that project."

Darby: "Yes. I know The Rocker well. She was an awesome in ring performer and her sisters were ass kickers. You took no ones shit and gave zero fucks and it was a huge turn on to see 3 women in power like that."

Jessica: "Thank you. I appreciate that."

Darby: "You're welcome. So what are you doing in the AEW head quarters?"

Jessica: "Praying to God that Brandi doesn't laugh and tell me to get the fuck out."

Darby: "Nah. She won't do that to you. She's seen D.O.D in action. I'm pretty sure she's impressed with you."

Jessica: "Her husband was back in WWE and so was Dustin."