Stop Holding Your Tongue

The sound of weights dropped heavily – a deep thud onto the mats – caused Darcy to lift her head and look quizzically in that direction.

"You shouldn't be lifting all that weight without a spotter," Darcy scolded Moxley as he reached for his water bottle.

"You should mind your own fucking business."

"Wonnernaus," Darcy mumbled under breath, putting down her dumbbells and turning to Moxley. "You're gonna hurt yourself. No way known could I lift that off you."

"Good thing I'm not going to drop it." Moxley leant back onto the bench and put his hands into position to lift up the barbell. "Don't watch if you're going to worry."

She didn't stay to watch him hurt himself, but she did tell Matt what Moxley was doing – just in case.

Ashley was sitting in the locker room, towel drying her hair, when Darcy walked in. They exchanged a smile and exaggerated sigh before Darcy pulled up a chair and sat opposite her.

"I think Moxley's going to kill himself," she stated casually. Ashley raised her left eyebrow sceptically. "He's lifting upwards of 400 pounds."

"He's a strong guy," Ashley breathed out a laugh. "He'll be fine."

"Not with as many reps as he was doing," Darcy said, searching through her gym bag. Ashley didn't say anything in response, causing Darcy to look up at her friend expectantly. The wide smile on Ashley's face made Darcy sit up straight and ask worriedly, "What?"

"You care for him," Ashley concluded excitedly, still grinning at Darcy. The blonde huffed and drew her mouth into a thin line, glaring at the other woman. "What?"

"I have a boyfriend," Darcy said through gritted teeth, going back to searching through her bag.

"I said you care for him, not that you want to jump his bones," Ashley defended herself. "Calm down. Jesus."

"Nobody cares for Jon Moxley," Darcy deadpanned, finally standing up – body wash in hand. She disappeared into the showers, a towel and fresh change of clothes under her arm.

As she showered, she caught herself thinking back to Moxley only to immediately change her thoughts to her impending debut. She wasn't even bothered about having to wait for NXT to start airing, August was still two months away but Tom Prichard was only head trainer for another 48 hours and she was only minutes away from having her first meeting with creative.

Jon Moxley was the least important thing in her life right now. And she couldn't get him out of her mind.

"Darcy, you gotta hurry up or we're going to be late!" Ashley called out.

"For the 20 second walk to Dusty's office?" Darcy laughed over the running water. "I'm done, anyway."

Darcy dried off quickly, pulled on her black panties and put on her nicest pair of jeans and a tank top that read 'let them eat cake' – it was the only clean thing she could fine that didn't have holes cut into it. She shook her hair out with her fingers, pushing it out of her eyes when it flopped forward and walked back into the locker room. Ashley stood at the door while Darcy shoved everything into her gym bag and quickly pulled on some socks and her Doc Marten boots

The walk to Dusty Rhodes' office didn't even take the 20 seconds Darcy had predicted, but the door was open and both girls were ushered inside immediately.

Darcy was overwhelmed by everything she was being told and all the questions being asked. Everything about her few appearances in Ring of Honor had been decided entirely by Delirious. From her ring name, to her character, to what she would wear – none of it had been up to her.

The small taste of freedom Dusty was giving her was making Darcy's head spin.

"If we wanted to call you 'Honey'?" Dusty asked, causing Darcy to laugh so hard her stomach began to hurt.

"I have a huge tattoo and 9 visible piercings," she reminded him once her breath returned to her. "No one is going to believe that my name is 'Honey'."

"Irony, Miss Quinn." Canyon Ceman spoke up; his eyes subconsciously looking at all of her piercings.

"I'm going to be 100 percent honest with you, here," Darcy said, an undertone of laughter still in her voice. "If you call me Honey or anything else like that, I promise you I will turn my character into a whore and proposition every single wrestler on the roster. On air."

"What do you suggest, then, Darcy?" Dusty asked her, unable to hide his smile. She was a firecracker, she knew what she wanted. You had to in the company or you'd become chicken feed.

"Here's a wild idea, Darcy, maybe? Harley, perhaps? I'd even go for Quinn. Something that doesn't make me out to be a Diva."

"You are a Diva," Ashley reminded her, thumping Darcy's thigh with the back of her hand.

"I don't look like one; I don't act like one... Why should I be named like one?"

She sent a pointed look in the direction of NXT's Creative Director and watched as he made some notes. He told her that she would most likely just go by Darcy and she genuinely smiled at him.

Discussion soon turned to a potential storyline for the Divas with Audrey Marie as a face and Darcy her adversary. It didn't at all surprise her that Audrey would be getting the first wins or that Darcy was going to be booked as having small dog syndrome and that her bark would definitely be worse than her bite.

Darcy wasn't particularly saddened or surprised to hear their plans for her, she'd expected as much. It was never good to hear that you'd be losing matches but just knowing that she was going to wrestle in front of a real crowd made her happy.

"I think that's all for today, unless either of you had any questions?" Dusty leant backwards in his chair, looking between the two women. Neither of them had any questions and said their thank yous and goodbyes to Dusty and Canyon before making their exit.

Ashley blindsided Darcy with a tight hug, causing the blonde to tense up quickly and cringe.

"It's a fucking hug," Ashley rolled her eye, pulling away. She pushed Darcy sidewards, "I wasn't trying to suffocate you."

"A little warning would be nice."

Saraya was tying up her shoelaces and looked up when they entered the locker room to get their bags. She smiled and nodded in greeting, Ashley waved briefly and Darcy smiled tightly.

There had been some tension between the two; they were signed by the company at the same time and Darcy had become extremely jealous that Saraya had been put on FCW shows so quickly. There was the understanding that Saraya had years of wrestling experience on Darcy, but none of that could prevent Darcy's resentment.

Ashley had promised to drive Darcy back to Colby's house, so they made their way through the building towards the car park, Darcy's hands holding the cigarette packet in her pocket. She hadn't been abiding to Prichard's 300 yard rule ever since she found out he had limited time with the company. She planned on lighting up the second she stepped outside the building.

"Honestly, you're smiling too much. It's creeping me out."

"You're compliments are one of a kind, Moxley."

Ashley looked between Darcy and Moxley, basically waiting for a screaming match. It never came. Darcy put a cigarette into her mouth and pulled out her lighter, moments later she exhaled a puff of white smoke. Moxley basically followed suit, a tired smile on his face.

"Yeah, I didn't pick you as one to follow the rules," Moxley said absentmindedly, following the two girls as they walked to Ashley's car.

"Rules are no fun," Darcy told him. He made a noise to signify his agreement.

Moxley didn't stop to say goodbye when the girls reached the car, he just kept walking towards his. Darcy didn't seem to even realise as she opened the door and dropped into the passenger's seat. Dropping her cigarette butt onto the concrete and stamping it out quickly.

Ashley, however, scrunched up her face in confusion.

"You are the weirdest people I've ever met," she told Darcy honestly, getting into the car.

"I'm one person, I didn't randomly grow another body," Darcy retorted, looking at her friend pointedly.

"You and Jon. Are you guys friends or not?"

"Yes? No? Maybe? Sometimes?" Darcy offered, clearly not knowing the answer herself. "We talk."

"You guys should fuck," Ashley says offhandedly, putting the car into reverse and backing out of the parking space.

Darcy slugged the brunette across her arm, muttering that she had a boyfriend. There was no doubt in Darcy's mind that Ashley was going to bring up her thought any chance she got. She was not looking forward to it.

The drive to Colby's house ended with Ashley winking at her friend as she got out of the car. Lugging her gym bag out of the car, Darcy did not hesitate to flip the bird.

She let herself inside knowing that Leighla would not yet be home from work but that Colby had already finished his session for the day.

"It's just me!" she called out when she heard Colby moving around. "No need to get excited."

"Good day?"

"You could say that," Darcy let her bag drop onto the couch before she walked into the kitchen where Colby was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. "What about you? Rumours are flying."

"For now they're just that," he told her pointedly. She got the hint that she wasn't allowed to push any further and rolled her eyes. "Rumours are going around about you."

"You hear that I told Dusty Rhodes I'd turn my character into a prostitute if he named me 'Honey'?"

"No, but I'll be sure to tell everyone about it." Darcy couldn't help but smile at Colby and how serious he sounded. "You told Harry yet?"

"I did when I had the meeting last week. He said he'll try to make it down but he doesn't know when." Darcy's smile dropped at the thought. Harry had never been able to actually see her wrestle and she was beginning to wonder if he ever would. She quickly changed the topic and pulled out her Corn Flakes, "DeMott's coming in, what do you think?"

"Dr Tom was great to work with, but it'll be good to have a change." Colby pushed his seat back and walked into the kitchen, ruffling up Darcy's hair. "I'm sure you're happy to get rid of him."

Darcy viciously swatted his hand away and responded, "I might miss the bastard, I don't know yet. Depends how much DeMott hates me."

"Might want to work on that attitude problem you have, then." Darcy scowled at Colby, only proving his point.

"I do everything I'm told to do."

"But you argue first," Colby told her. Darcy sighed loudly and pulled herself up to sit on the bench. "If you just did what you were told without getting snarky there'd be no reason for them to hate you."

Darcy rolled her eyes and groaned, "It's how I learn. I need to know why I'm doing things. What's the point of me running the ropes for forever and a day if I don't know what I've done wrong?"

Colby laughed, "Ask DeMott. I'm sure he'll be happy to tell you as he makes you run more."

"You're going to have too much fun. You aren't allowed to be around when I speak to DeMott."

"You've got yourself a new shadow, Harlequin," Colby ruffled her hair. She knew that he was joking around with her, but that didn't stop her from shoving him when he walked by her.