I take my stance as Darby's entrance music "I Fell" starts and this video of him with different burning phoenix symbols plays as he is skateboarding dragging a body bag behind him with my image on it.

Now in real life he stands at the ramp entrance with his board and his white face paint. He had the body bag of course and stared dead at me as a rides down the ramp and into the ring. He comes to the ring and opens the body bag as two birds fly out of the bag and out of the arena.

Jessica: "A for effort. You're good."

He just dead pan stares at me. The make up making him look scary as he narrows his eyes and gives me the "Bring it bitch" motion with his hand.

I assume the position and lock up with him. Now I assume because we are damn near the same size I can get him on the mat easy. I'm surprised by the strength I am met with. He is strong as fuck and moving me back as I am moving him forward away from me. I see a cocky smirk cross his face as he gives me a nod. I attempt to sweep his legs out from under him and he goes down to his knees.

I move in for the K.O.D. for those who don't remember, its my signature move. The Kiss of Death. Basically I bend my opponent back in a very unnatural rocking horse motion where they usually submit because it hurts and I kiss their forehead.

Well, this relentless little shit bucks me off of him before I can lock the move in. It doesn't detour me any. I sit on his back and go straight into another submission similar to AJ Styles calf crusher. I hear Darby give a very audible "fuck!" and start pounding the mat. I thought he was tapping out. Instead he is trying to summon up the strength to get me off of him.

He gives another audible "fuck" as he attempts to raise his body up in a push up pose with my 115 pounds on top of his own 150.

Jessica: "Going somewhere, sunshine?"

Darby: "You fuck up my leg and your going to end up right next to me. I know now you can take a coffin drop."

Jessica: "All you've proven is you can yell "Fuck" and wriggle around a lot."

Darby: "Let up on the submissions."

Jessica: "Fight me, Mr. Dark Enigma. Big bad scary evil Darby Allin."

I laugh as he's getting pissed underneath my submission.

Darby: "You're fucking dead."

Like someone lit fire in his soul. He does some move with his good leg that catches me off guard and kicks me dead in my skull. No parts missing. I remember the impact of his kick and not much else as I kind of fall back on the mat.

Darby scrambles away from me as quickly as possible and limps off his bum calf I twisted. He sees I'm laying there as the perfect set up for his finishing move the coffin drop. He climbs the rope and falls back square on top of me. I resist the urge to yell out and he gets the pin.

"Your winner Darby Allin".

I can here his music and the real world comes back into focus as the medical team is checking if I am all right. I get up and give them the "I'm fine" signal and I stand up. Darby offers me his hand to shake and I shake it.

Darby: "Are you all right? That kick wasn't supposed to knock you out."

Jessica: "Not my first pay lay kick to the head, son. I'm good. I got my bell rang."

Darby: "Are you just being a bad ass because they are watching their hero or are you actually ok?"

Jessica: "I am actually a little drunk. But I will be physically fine. No medical issues and no concussion. Just extreme headache and I got TKOed."

Darby: "Yeah and a boxer would be getting a CT to make sure there was no damage. I'm not just being the opponent here. Sam is asking Jessica if she's ok."

Jessica: "I am fine, Sam. Relax."

Darby: "I'm helping you backstage."

Jessica: "Umm, epic victory. Why would you pick up the corpse you just buried?"

Darby: "The show is over. I still look bad ass."

Jessica: "How long was I out for? I heard your music."

Darby: "About a minute or less."

Jessica: "So Sam is helping me to the trainers room to make sure I am safe "

Darby: "Yeah. Is it so hard to believe that I actually care if your ok or not?"

Jessica: "Dude, I tried to tear your calf off the bone and break you in half."

Darby: "I'm fine now. Call it even."

Mox runs over to us when we come backstage. I must've had my arm around Darby's shoulder like I couldn't walk.

Mox: "That fucking match was insane."

Jessica: "I know right? He's a fucken tough little shit out there. That coffin drop just might have killed me if I had a full stomach or bladder."

Darby: "Thank God for small favors. I totally thought you were going to cave out there. You just kept at it. That K.O.D is no joke. I wanted no part of the full thing."

Mox: "What the fuck happened with that pay lay kick?"

Darby: "She was tweaking my good leg. I'm not a lefty. So I cut it too close. She got fucking clobbered and still walked away strong."

Jessica: "You fuck up like that with me again and I will tear off both your legs and beat you with them."

I slap him upside the head.

Darby: "Seriously with the threats? Show is over Tyson. Its time to shower and have a victory drink for you."

Jessica: "This has just begun, baby boy."

I go to kiss his cheek and he turns it around on me and his lips brush mine in a return kiss.

Mox: (fakes like he hears someone calling him) "Yeah? Be right there."

I silently roll my eyes to myself. Mox didn't need to leave us alone. It was supposed to be a kiss off not a "get at me" kiss. I had no intention of kissing this dude. So why am I parting my lips and kissing back? He just rearranged my head. This is sick on so many levels of wrong. I have to be feeling some concussion symptoms. I'm not right in the head.

There goes my fingers in his hair now. What the fuck am I doing? I pause long enough to realize I am now dangerously close to him half dressed and sweaty from wrestling both of us. I could feel serious heat between us. He had a nice body. He's a good looking dude. Just not interested in hooking up. Break the mold. No more wrestlers.

Darby: "Holy shit."

Jessica: "Yeah. That was not supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a "fuck you" not a "kiss me you fool" gesture."

Darby: "I know. But your body language says "That was fucking hot".

Jessica: "Yeah. About that I ran into your ex in the locker room."

Darby: "Amicable friends and nothing more. She's an ex for a reason."

Jessica: "Wow. I didn't even have to ask."

Darby: "I'm an open book about her. Why hide it?"

Jessica: "True. The truth has a way of always coming out anyway."

Darby: "Yup. So about that victory drink. Are you interested?"

Jessica: "Yeah. I am very interested in that victory drink. I also want this clown make up off my outfit."

Darby: "Wash as usual. It's water based."

Jessica: "OK. I'm off to the shower now."

I go to pull away and he pulls me in again and kisses me. He feels the heat and the attraction but is respecting me hitting the brakes before we do something stupid we both regret later.

Darby: "Later babe."

I shake my head. Reality is here again.

Jessica: "Shut up."

I go into the locker room to change. Meanwhile, with the guys.

Mox: "You're kidding, right?"

Darby: "She made a move. I countered it. What do you want me to say?"

Mox: "I'm not talking about the pay lay kick and you know it."

Darby: "Did you see what happened between us? She went for the kiss and I just encouraged her. She's hot. She's single and there is serious energy between us."

Mox: "Is that what you call it now? Energy between you. You kissed her like she's your fucking girlfriend, dude. She doesn't even know you like that."

Darby: "Her vibration said she was down. She didn't pull away or tell me to stop. But she did bring up Priscilla."

Mox: "Good. So she is taking caution. That's a good sign."

Darby: "Were you two together before you married Roxy?"

Mox: "We fucked around a lot. We were never romantic or sexually involved."

Darby: "She friend zoned you before you could explore that side. You wanted her to go there and she decided you were better off not going there."