I finally manage to drink myself numb and hand the rest to Amanda to finish. I get myself comfortable on the pillows and snuggle up with the blanket and proceed to fall soundly to sleep. The motion of the plane rocking me gently to sleep as we cruise. I could hear Amanda chilling with the TV. Soon enough, she snuggled up under the blanket with me and we lost about an hour.

Next thing I know, we wake up and the plane is descending to land at the airport.

Nikki: "My destiny awaits on that other side of the plane door. I can't believe I am about to move my happy ass to Las Vegas on the hope and a prayer that I win this Redemption match with Mox."

Amanda: "Well, it's too late to turn back now. So, hopefully you find a nice little place to move in to while we are here."

Nikki: "I won't know that until after I win the match. I'm counting on my first pay check to help me with a down payment other wise I'm screwed."

Amanda: "Not totally. I have money and I can help out if needed."

Nikki: "We shall see what happens. For now, we claim our baggage and head to the hotel."

Which sounded good in theory until we were greeted at the gate by a personal driver.

Nikki: "They're really going all out here. Private jet and a personal driver?"

Amanda: "Are you convinced that they believe in you yet?"

Nikki: "It's not about the fancy planes and cars. That don't impress me much. They probably set me up in some huge ass villa that is bigger then our condo at home too."

Amanda: "More then likely."

She gestures out the window to The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino as we pull into the back entrance by the All Suites entrance. I felt like a celebrity as I step out of the car with my championship belt over my shoulder and drink in the surreal scene. The driver hands me his card to call him the next time we need someone to give us a ride and show us around town. We have a total of maybe two bags each and the bell hop is all over us offering to take our stuff up to the celebrity suite. We check in and get our key cards and walk in to one of the biggest suites I've ever seen in my entire 33 years on this planet. There are two separate sleeping suites inside this villa. Two separate bathrooms. A living area with an entertainment area. A private bar. In room Jacuzzi and our own private bowling alley. I couldn't help myself. I had to do an instavideo of the place and then I saw on the table a huge welcoming gift from Cody. A dozen red and white roses with a "welcome aboard" card attached. A bottle of champagne and of course, some swag from the company.

Nikki: "Holy fuck balls."

Amanda: "Seriously? That's the first thing that comes to your mind when see this room? Holy fuck balls."

Nikki: "What else am I supposed to say? I've never been inside one of these exclusive suites before today. Is everyone seeing this?"

I pan the camera around the suite and stop at the amazing view.

Nikki: "I'm a walking contradiction y'all. The home girl in me is saying "You can't just vacate the title without a last match." the wrestler in me is doing back flips and jumping for joy at the opportunity to work with Jon Moxley and the whole AEW crew out there tonight in Vegas. The fan girl in my is squealing like a 12 year old at a One Direction concert. Alley Cat, Femme Fatal this title better not die with me tonight. The legacy must live on or all my hard work to make women relevant in this is for nothing. Our little CZW family needs to defend the Hard Core women's title. This decision hasn't been an easy one for me. Hell, I don't even want to leave Ohio, but I'm not changing the world from my living room by myself. I'm nervous as hell and probably stupid as fuck for traveling in my condition, but fuck it. I've always been the type to take risks and this whole Hard core tag team thing Mox was spinning for me sounds like a huge way to kick down some doors. So whatever happens after tonight, I got on that flight and I took that chance so I can't say "Well, what if" and live my life wondering why I missed my once in a life chance."

I end the video.

Nikki: "Now that we have that established, what the hell am I going to say to Mox? We've never met face to face until now. I didn't even think he knew who I was."

Amanda: "Obviously he knows who you are. He called you out. The cool kids usually start off a conversation with "Hi. My name is...Nice to meet you."

Nikki: "Very funny. You know what I meant."

Amanda: "Not really. I've met him before at a meet and greet. He's the most normal down to earth dude you will ever talk to. He's very shy and soft spoken when you first meet and then he warms up to you and shows you his dry sarcastic sense of humor. He's a huge sweetheart with a soul of gold. You'll love him. He's right up your alley."

Nikki: "So, you know what to expect."

Amanda: "He's the most human of human beings you will ever be around. Trust me. You're going to get along just fine."

As we are talking, my phone rings with an unknown number. I expect it to be someone from work because everyone else comes up with their name.

Nikki: "Yes my love?"

"What's up, my Hard Core Queen?"

Nikki: "It's just Nikki. No need for all the formalities outside of the ring. We just got settled in. This suite is fucking bananas. You do realize that it's just two females in here not 50 right?"

"You're the hard core queen. They take care of royalty around here."

Nikki: "They don't call it The Elite for nothing. So, what's good in Vegas tonight? I'm beat up but I can still gamble and have a good time."

"Do you even know who this is?"

The voice on the other end finally realized I was screening the call before I said anything else.

Nikki: "I know you're a guy and I know you support my career. You're obviously some how AEW related and someone gave you my number. Does it make a difference?"

"It makes a huge difference. There's some dude who has your personal phone number and you have no clue who it is."

Nikki: "You're obviously not a psycho stalker because Cody wouldn't give you my number if you were."

"True. You make a point. You're right about me being AEW related. I'm part of the talent and the main reason why you were brought to Vegas. I called you out."

Nikki: "Very funny. Mox has a very distinctive voice and you sound nothing like him."

Jon: "Have you spoke to Mox outside of the ring?"

Nikki: "Nope. We've never officially met. He requested my presence and I jumped on the plane busted up feet and all."

Jon: "How the fuck are you going to wrestle with busted feet?"

Nikki: "I can walk. They're just on fire from basically being thrown onto tacks bare footed."

Jon: "Ouch. I can relate. I've been there done that before. Hell, I did it to Kenny Omega and numerous other guys."

Nikki: "Seriously? You're still going here with the whole "Jon Moxley is on the phone" thing."

Jon: "Babe, this is Jon Moxley. I don't know how else to prove it to you. I threw Kenny Omega on tacks bare footed and he begged for more. I did it to Janal too and I had a huge debut on All or Nothing when I destroyed Kenny there too."

Nikki: "OK. I give you credit for knowing your facts. I'm starting to buy it. You're voice sounded similar when you said "Babe" and started getting dead serious with your tone."

Jon: "That's because I don't like being called a liar or told I'm not myself. It sounds insane."

Nikki: "Well, think of it from my point of view. I get a random phone call from Jon Moxley and the first thing I can think is "Who's fucking with me?"

Jon: "I can see where you're coming from and why you wouldn't be like "Hey dude. How's it going? I'm really looking forward to meeting you in person."

Nikki: "So, how is it going? Now that we know who you are for real."

Jon: "It's going well. I have nothing to complain about. I'm actually the one looking forward to meeting you. You are one ballsy chick."

Nikki: "So I've been told. Most guys either love me or hate me."