Hey everyone, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of The Dirtiest Truth, despite the fact I've changed the title fifteen times. I know the first one wasn't that long but this one will be and it'll also go more in depth in Tishawna and Jon's history together, so with that being said, please read, review and keep the feedback coming so I know how I did. I'm really trying to get back into writing and I felt I needed a fresh start after so many years so I deleted some outdated fics and my bio so expect a lot of new stuff, including pairings (Niley's still my OTP, don't judge, okay?) Anyways, on with the story and the following chapters will have flashbacks pertaining to the chapter topic.

Chapter 2: A Change Is Going To Come

Undisclosed Date and Time; CZW

The rundown arena was full of gleaming faces and roaring chants as three competitors danced around the ring, scoping one another out before taking a single hit. As they began get tangled around one another, screaming explicates as they landed on a pile of broken glass. From outside the ring on opposite sides, two tall, slender, very attractive brunettes in scantily clad clothing looked on, cheering and occasionally gasping in agony at the sight. In the midst of the horrid chaos, the camera cut to the entrance where a woman's voice rang out over a microphone. She was like none other in CZW. Women or people like her didn't compete in this league. She was dressed in a black, skin tight dress, curly hair hanging to her tatted shoulders with heels supporting her long, brown legs. "What's up, motherfuckers?" The two women heads shot around at the sound of her voice, with looks of fear on their face. These same women just last week when she was just observing, getting her footing around here, made several racist jokes to her, mocking her and laughing at her.

"Yeah, I bet I was the last face you two sluts were expecting to see." She had a sadistic smirk stretched across her red, plump lips as she stepped closer, her thick hips swaying. "Oh where are my fucking manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Shawna Mac and I am your worse fucking nightmare. Well, I have some good news, ladies. Get used to this gorgeous face, because it's here to stay. I'm going to take over and personally make sure I fuck up your whole existences. But, with a little help of course and who better than the CZW Heavyweight champion himself, Mr. Jon Moxley." The crowd erupted as he came out in black trunks, cuts gracing his torso as the title draped over his shoulder. He had a smirk on his face as well, as he walked up to the woman, smacking her ass and gripping it in his strong, callous hands. "Damn, baby girl. The way you say my name is hot as fuck." The two were inches apart as their tongues slid across one another's.

"As you all had the divine pleasure of doing just a few mere moments ago, I'd like you to meet my new partner, Shawna Mac. She's fucking sexy, isn't she?" Moxley's hands trailed down her curvaceous frame as she stood there. "More tits and ass than you two skanks would ever have. You see, Shawna here is a bit of a daddy's girl. Whatever her daddy says, she does and whatever she wants, I make sure it happens. Isn't that right, angel?"

Shawna's smirk widened as she felt his tongue on the line of her jugular. "That's right, daddy." Moxley's gaze focused to the ring as his head rested on her shoulder. "The age of Moxley and Mac has begun and your lives have just been ended. You all have a lovely match now." The pair laughed as they dropped the microphones to their feet and their tongues collided in front of everyone.

Present Day

"So, tell me again who this lady is that's supposed to be his manager and the better question, why the hell does he need one?" Roman sat atop a cart as he drank a bottle of water with a pair of Beats wrapped around his neck, still dressed in his workout clothes as female coworker and his cousin Naomi stretched in front of him. "She's an old friend of his, man. She's worked here before and she was with him at CZW. From what she tells me they've been good friends a long time." Roman cut his eyes at his friend as he took another sip of his drink. "Hmm, I don't know if I like this." Naomi burst out in laughter as she playfully reached up to cup Roman's face in his hand. "D'aww, is Roman jealous that his bestie has another friend?" He laughed as he smacked her hand away. "No, goofy ass. I'm just saying, what if she ain't legit? What if she's using him to work her way back up in the company?"

Naomi stood up and looked at him, with a bit of disapproving smirk stretched across her lips. "Now, hold on. I know Tishawna and the last thing she gone do is use somebody, especially somebody as close to her as Dean is, to get something. Give her a chance, okay?" Roman mumbled a little under his breath before nodding in agreement. "Alright, I guess if I can take anyone's word for it, it's yours." Naomi smiled at him as she turned to walk away. "Good and besides, you know you're always his main chick." She burst into laughter yet again before she could even finish the sentence and Roman could slap her with the towel.

But as soon as she went to walk away, she was quickly replaced by a very familiar face and a not so very familiar face. Damn, she looked nothing like Roman had pictured. Tall, thick, long hair and the blatantly obvious one; she was a black woman! Now don't get him wrong, it wasn't like his boy Dean wasn't cool or anything, but to be friends with a woman whom looked like that for 10 years, he had to be doing something right and if he could be brutally honest, she was giving his current girlfriend a run for her money.

"Ro, my brotha', what's up?" Dean greeted Roman with a hand slap followed by a hug. The beautiful woman smiled at Roman once more before Dean introduced her. "Shit, where are my manners? Ro', this is my long time best friend and gorgeous partner in crime, Tishawna, also known as Shayla Kay, to the rest of this place. She's gonna be working alongside me. You know wrestling, talking, and fucking shit up." She just laughed as she extended a hand to Roman. "It's nice to meet you Roman. This son of a bitch here has told me so much about you." Oh she was even more like him than he suspected.

"All good, of course." Roman gave her a nod "Well, I'm glad to hear of that. Dean's mentioned you as well. He left out a few things but still all good, nonetheless." The three laughed before Tishawna felt her phone vibrating. "Oh, damn. I'm really sorry, I got to take this. I'll catch up with you later, J. It was nice meeting you, Roman." Before she left, her and Dean done a friendly handshake; the kind best friends exchange. As she walked away, talking on her phone, Roman just gave Dean a sort of blank and disapproving smirk.

"What?" Dean just laughed a little as his comrade just continued to stare on. "You know I'm mad as hell at your ass right?" Dean scoffed with sort of a smirk on his face. "C'mon, bro, what did I do?" "It was what your ass didn't do is the problem. Out of all the things you say to me every day, you forget to mention the fact that you had a friend of ten years and that she looked like that AND that you were old tag partners. I mean, dude, what kind of friend hides all of that? She is fine, bro. Look at that ass and them—Dean moved his hand in a motion for Roman to cease talking.

"First off, I just never really talk much about my past and I hadn't seen her in three years, she just showed up one night after RAW, and sort of scared me half to death. More importantly, I don't think Brianna would appreciate you talking about her 'assets' like that."

Roman shrugged as he shifted to take his phone from his pocket. "What about, ya' know?" He tilted his head, to the side, pointing to the direction that Dean's current girlfriend Renee Young was standing just moments ago. "Oh! That. Well um I'm sure she'd be fine with it. I mean, she knows that there's a possibility that I'll have to work with female coworkers. It doesn't mean shit." Roman just rolled his eyes and as he did so, he saw his best friend's sly hand, reach down by his side and grab up the protein bar he had.

"You son of a bitch, I should choke you." "I got to run, love you Ro!" Dean waved back at Roman shot him the middle finger."

"Okay, thanks for telling me. Bye bye." Tishawna removed the pink, glossy, iPhone 6 from her ear, pressing the end button and placing it back into her pocket. Everything here seemed so new and so different. There were new people, new scenery and a whole new atmosphere. She felt so out of touch but it was good to be back. For the first time in a long time, she felt as if she were home. As she went to turn around to go grab a bite to eat from catering, she was greeted by the snarky smug of no one other than Wade Barrett. Tishawna felt as if her whole body could shut down right then and there. "Hello, Tishawna. How are you, darling?" She clenched her fists and through gritted teeth, she gave him a smile. "Hi, Wade. I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm good, actually. Matter of fact, I'm quite delighted to know that you will be working here again. Tell me, love. Just how did you land this job again? Who did you have to 'persuade'?—"Hold the fuck up! If you think for one minute that I'm tricking for this damn job, you are out of your whole entire monkey ass mind. I'm here because I was asked to come back, so don't you ever get it twisted. I did more in my career than you ever have so pump your brakes, pumpkin. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a redebut to make. I'll see you around." Flustered as ever, Tishawna brushed past him with brute force. Instead of getting away, she felt his strong hands, grip her arm. Not in a harmful way, but in the way that made her knees weak. He's done it countless times. But that once, knee-weakening charm no longer worked for her.

"Hey, I'm happy to see you. Welcome back." He gave her a look as if he were meeting her for the very first time. She didn't say anything, yet opted to walk away and over to Dean, whom she was about to go out into the ring with. "Hey, what was that about?" "Long story, it's nothing important."

In The Ring

"From Cincinnati, Ohio, escorted by Shayla Rae and Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose!" Lillian's booming voice rang out of the microphone, all over the arena as the theme song hit. The crowd went wild as the trio came walking out. Dean, dressed in his regular gear came out first but when Tishawna came out, dressed in the female version of his gear with a halter shaped T-shirt with his logo, black skin tight jeans and knee high stiletto boots, the crowd erupted and people began jumping up and down. The two made their way to the ring. Dean sat down on the rope to help her in and as he did, Tishawna shook her ass to the crowd. Men in the front done their obnoxious cat calls and she just laughed. "New York, how we doin'?" Dean turned to the crowd as they erupted, with his smug look, gripping the microphone in his own unique way. "You know, for these past few weeks, you've seen me go toe to toe with the Authority. Always having to one up and outbest their little antics and most of all, survive. See, The Authority has the upper hand on me. They're a team, a system. They have their 'prize fighter' Sethy boy, the two munchkins, J&J Security, and mom and dad Helmsley, the mouthpieces. I mean, even though I am better than Seth Rollins on his best day, and I got my brother Roman, a man can only do so much. Now, even though I've been doing what I can, who better than to help me than none other than the outspoken, gorgeous Shayla Kay." She stepped into the middle of the ring, twirling her microphone around. "It feels damn good to be back here at WWE. I've been keeping a close eye on this whole situation, for almost a year to be exact. From the very day that the little snake, Seth Rollins, stabbed his brothers in the back, from watching him put Dean's head through cinder blocks, even watching him steal his former friend's WrestleMania moment.

"Now, a lot of you may not know this, but Dean and I go way back. We have a bit of a history together. Now, those who know me, know that I don't particularly get close to people and many people aren't worth trusting, but this man right here, he's not the nicest, he's not the most moral at times, but if it's one thing he can do, he can tell you like it is and he'll fight or die trying. So, I'm here to let the Authority or anyone else knows, you step to him, you step to us. We're not taking their crap anymore, this is anybody's game now, so bring it, bitches!"

Shayla dropped the microphone and her theme song cut and one by one, they exited the ring and went backstage. Once they got back there, they were greeted by cheers. After ten minutes of hugs and greetings, Tishawna made her way to the locker room, to pack up her things. She was humming to herself, a smile on her face. She felt an eerie feeling shoot through her body as she heard the steel door behind her close. Standing behind her was none other than the Samoan Superman himself standing in front of her. "We need to talk."

Well put a bow on it and call it a wrap! I hope you all enjoyed this and just to let you know, I'll be updating more frequently and getting more chapters done. Please read and review and continue to check out my other work!

Xoxo,

ChelleGambino