Jon: "Well, I'm one of the lovers. So, what are you and Amanda looking forward to doing here in Vegas?"

Nikki: "Yeah. What are you looking forward to doing here in Vegas?"

Amanda: "Who me?"

Nikki: "Who else would I be talking to? Jon wants to know what we want to do."

Amanda: "I want to go out and gamble and drink. I don't really have any specific plans."

Nikki: "I'd have to say I'm looking forward to that Rohdes ass kicking you promised in your promo. Other then that, we have no specific plans."

Jon: "That's what I like to hear. I can come over and play tour guide if you want. I live here in Vegas now."

Nikki: "I know you live here. I'd love for you to be our tour guide. Anything to go out and get drunk together, right?"

Jon: "I have no idea what your talking about. I don't need an excuse to go out and get drunk. All I need is a partner in crime."

Nikki: "Wifie's not much of a "go on the strip and party" type?"

Jon: "Eh, she does on occasion, but she's obligated to her WWE commitments. So, a lot of the time she's not even in the same state as I am and vise versa."

Nikki: "I see said the blind lady. So, how does that work when you get lonely and need her and she's out in bum fuck Egypt somewhere or you are?"

Jon: "Face time. We do a lot of face time together."

Nikki: "Doesn't sound like much of a relationship. It worked when you were both on WWE schedule cuz you were in the same place at the same time."

Jon: "Yeah. Well, the commitment of marriage doesn't stop because there is a little bit of distance between us and less time in between visits."

Nikki: "I understand that, but don't you have physical needs as a man that can't be taken care of on your own some times?"

Jon: "Yeah. It does happen but that's when I check the schedule on my down time and go to her. We live in the age of private planes and Ubers where I can just pop up anywhere at any time and take care of my husbandry duties with her."

Nikki: "God bless you both because I could never do it."

Jon: "Thank you. Marriage is not for everyone. So, about that tour guide thing. Do you think you two can be ready in about an hour or so?"

Nikki: "Do you mind walking around with me in mummy boots?"

Jon: "What the hell are mummy boots?"

I take a picture of my make shift boots Amanda made out of bandages that seem to be holding up very well considering all the walking I've been doing since she wrapped me the second time.

Jon: "If you are comfortable and can do it I am down."

Nikki: "Consider yourself our tour guide. We have a date."

Jon: "See you in an hour."

We hang up and I instantly strip and hit the shower. I didn't even give Amanda and opportunity to say anything. She pops her head in the bathroom.

Amanda: "Hey, what the hell is going on?"

Nikki: "Besides me taking a shower? We're meeting up with Jon Moxley in an hour and he's going to take us around the strip."

Amanda: "You do realize I'm going to have to take those off your feet and re wrap you, right?"

Nikki: "Yes."

I sit on the little bench in the shower and turn the water off so she can unwrap my, now completely soggy bandages. She shakes her head at me.

Amanda: "You forgot you were maimed or wrapped in soggy sponge like material."

Nikki: "No. I was hoping they were water proof and I could just do something human without having to stop and mess with all that."

Amanda: "Nope. Not water proof. But now I have to reconstruct them because you killed them."

Nikki: "My bad. Can I finish washing my ass now?"

Amanda: "Yes darling. Finish your shower and I'll go create your shoes again."

She walks out of the bathroom and I start laughing. She truly is the walking definition of sister from another mister. I've known Amanda about 20 years. We graduated high school together. She's my partner in crime and adventure. I think part of the reason she agreed to be my nurse is because she wanted the perks of traveling around the world with me at the different wrestling events and meeting different people. She also gets medical experience and her sports medicine practice grows with each injury she treats. Let me give you her stats encase you are wondering. She's 5 7 and athletic build like mine with long fire red hair and green eyes. She's 100 pure Irish girl all the way through where I'm your average normal white girl. Nothing special about my heritage or my boring blue eyes and blonde hair. If I didn't dye it different colors I'd be just like every other cookie cutter out there. The difference between Amanda and I is other then the obvious, I have tattoos and she doesn't. I have a butterfly on my lower back and a cross with my mother's birth day and the day she died under it on the inside of my wrist. Amanda has no ink or piercings. I have my belly button pierced.

Amanda's father passed away from the same thing my mother passed away from. They both had heart failure. Her mother is still alive where my father is still alive. Her mother is a year older then my mother and her father was the same age as my mother. I'm an only child. She has a younger sister. We share a love of music and wrestling of course.

I finish my shower and brush my teeth. I come out in my towel and stare at my suitcase like the clothes are going to jump out and sort themselves for me.

Amanda: "Tired?"

Nikki: "Eh, I'm just trying to figure out what I'm going to put on to match my stunning new shoes I have to wear until the holes are healed up. I don't see those make shift mummy shoes holding up to walking the strip though. Couldn't I just wrap them with ace bandages and wear like slides or something?"

Amanda: "Did you bring a pair of slides?"

I pull out my black Nike Slide on shoes like I am pulling out a prize for the best race or something and smile.

Nikki: "Ta-da!"

Amanda: "Good news, you can put the ace bandages on and wear slides. You stood in the shower without dying."

Nikki: "I wouldn't say that. I spent some time sitting on that little bench and just letting the water flow over my feet."

Amanda: "Congratulations. You are a human being an you have feeling in parts of you that you claim are physically dead."

Nikki: "Bite me."

I put my undergarments on and lotion up while she fits the ace bandages on my wounds. The good news is the welts on my back aren't burning as bad as they were earlier. So getting dressed feels more natural and less like torture. As soon as she got done with my feet my phone rings again.

Nikki: "What's up, Mox?"

Jon: "Hey, are you two about ready to go? I just pulled into the parking lot at the Hard Rock."

Nikki: "Well, not really. If you want to come up we are in the Playhouse Villa."

Jon: "Is that on the backside of the hotel or the front?"

Nikki: "The back by the suites."

Jon: "OK. I should be up in about 10 minutes."

Nikki: "See you then."

We hang up and Amanda looks at me like I have three heads.

Amanda: "Dude, you expect me to get dressed in 10 minutes?"

Nikki: "No. I can keep Mox entertained. Have you looked around this room?"

Amanda: "True. So, waiting around doesn't mean being idle in here."

Nikki: "Nope."

Amanda goes into the bathroom to get herself cleaned up and ready while I enjoy a few minutes to lounge on the bed before Mox knocks on the door. Just about the time I felt like I could dose off there is the "shave and a hair cut two bits" knock on the door. I get up and answer it.

Nikki: "Jon fucking Moxley."

Jon: "In the flesh. It's nice to officially meet you, Nikki."

Nikki: "Entre Vou."

I gesture for him to come inside and he comes in.

Jon: "Holy shit. This room is about the size of my house. God damn."

Nikki: "That's exactly what I said when I walked in. Except I said something about "Holy fuck balls" and they don't fool around with the Elite around here. There is a bowling alley and a bar in here. I told Cody he was wasting this room on two females. There's not a huge entourage that goes with me."

Jon: "So I guess the big mother fucker I saw at the elevator is unnecessary too."

Nikki: "No. I prefer the protection. I never complain about how many guards are around ever."

Jon: "Smart lady. So, where's your sister?"

Nikki: "She's getting ready to go. She said she doesn't feel bad about making you wait because there is plenty to do in here."

Jon: "Normally I'd be impatient, but I'd have to say she's right. I would yell at Roman because he was fucking slower then hell and don't get me stared on Rollins. He'd lay there for at least 20 minutes before he'd even get up and attempt to move anywhere. Unless we were going to Cross-fit. Then he was up with the chickens yelling at me to get moving."

Nikki: "I had mad respect for The Shield and then your asinine heel turn happened and The Monday Night Messiah happened. I got so sick of looking at Brock Lesner that I all but just quit watching WWE after you left."

Jon: "Did you listen to Chris Jericho's Talk Is Jericho when I did the Emancipation of Jon Moxley interview?"

Nikki: "Yes. So, I get it. I totally get how he just kept turning you into a clown and all you could do was throw your hands up and go "Are you just plain ignorant or are you trying to drive your company into the ground?" because it looks like he's going for the "Drive your company into the ground" angle right now. He turned Corbin into a moron with that King title. He turned Seth into an idiot. He's got this thing with dog food with Roman. I mean, seriously dude? What the actual fuck is he thinking?"

Jon: "He's thinking "This is some good shit. It's who you are. It's the epitome of your character. You have to say these lines." Meanwhile your jumping up and down like a jack rabbit going "I don't want it. I look fucking ridiculous out there. People are leaving the seats because of this. Hello?" He's not seeing the ratings drop. He's not seeing people not wanting to subscribe to any of the pay preview events. He's not seeing where the fans are unhappy with what they pay for. "It's such good shit." My God, if I had 100 bucks every time I heard that I'd have more money then Oprah."

Nikki: "Yeah and talking to you about the WWE is like trying to teach a dog to Meow. I don't know why I'm even bothering. You're not over there anymore."

Jon: "True and he's not the pain in my ass that has no cure anymore. I'm healthier. I'm happier and I'm satisfied with everything that is happening. I have a huge say in everything that happens. I have freedom to go where ever I want and wrestle without having my job threatened. I'm not black balled because I dare to disagree with something."