Hi my dolls! So, since for some odd reason, I've seem to hit a burst of inspiration for this fic, here's another chapter for you all! Things are about to start get interesting from here. You all know what to do, enjoy the chappie!
Chapter 3: One In The Same
Dealy's Pub: Cincinnati, Ohio
The pub was wall to wall thick with drunken, rowdy customers. Some were cheering at a football game on TV, some were cheering at a football game on the TV's, as beer spilled from their mugs and they fell out of stools. The jukebox in the back played the back of the room as slurred voices sang along in a derailing harmony. Among those voices was Jonathan Good. It was his 18th birthday and for once in his life, he was feeling like the man. Now, although the drinking age was 21, the owner of the bar really took a liking to Jon after he defended him and helped him fix up the place after a group of gang members vandalized and destroyed it. Indebted to him, he promised free drinks under the table for his birthday. His party entailed some of the older guys he hung out with and a couple of broads. They were having the time of their lives and he felt as if, for once in his messed up, unorthodox life, that he was happy.
But the night was still young and just getting started when he saw her step through the door for the first time. She was so gorgeous. Amidst all the people and chaos, Jon managed to lean his head up to get a better view of her. He tapped on his friend's shoulder, getting his attention so that he could see. "Whoa, who is that? She's smoking, bro." The young woman was dressed in a red minidress hugging all her curves and ass, black heels and long hair flowing. She didn't look that old, but man, was she all women. Suddenly, two men confronted her with smug looks on their faces. She just rolled her brown eyes and puffed her cigarette, ignoring the drunken idiots.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?" The girl just put the cigarette back to her lips when one of them leaned further in and gave her the creepiest smirk. They whispered something to her, then instantly, she shot up from her stool just as furious as ever. "Hey, calm down, kitten." The whole's bar attention was turned to her. Jon wasn't going to just stand there and not take action. He bolted out of his seat, walking over in the middle of the argument.
"Is there a fucking problem? I think the lady asked you to leave her alone." Tishawna looked over at the man with a nervous glare. Her manicured hands were shaking. "Hey bro, I was just trying to offer her a drink and something more, but this stuck up black bitch doesn't know any manners!" The second he spat those words at Tishawna, Jon's right hand connected with his face, laying him flat on the dirty floor. For a split second, the bar went silent before it erupted in cheer. He stepped over the unconscious body and grabbed Tishawna's hand. "You alright, princess?" She stared into the eyes of the rough and rowdy prince charming. "I'm fine. Thank you so much. You didn't have to do that." He was a nervous wreck. She was absolutely stunning. "Hey, I wasn't about to stand back and let those jackasses threaten you." She nodded shyly, still trembling. "You have to let me repay you. I'll pay for your next round of drinks. I've disturbed your evening enough as it is." Tishawna let out a sweet, yet nervous giggle. "No need for that, love. I would be thrilled, if you done me the honor of joining me and my friends." Tishawna looked over his shoulder at the table of waving people. "Are you sure?" "The best birthday present any guy could ask for." He grabbed her hand and began leading her to the back table. "It's your birthday? How old are you?" "Let's just say old enough. Besides you never ask a man his age." "I'm pretty sure that's a lady whom you never ask." "Close enough."
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Present: Locker Room
Tishawna turned to look at Roman, with a little unease at that. She didn't know what she had done but she was sure to find out. "About what? Did I do something?" Roman just chuckled softly, staring at the woman in front of him. "No, no, I just had a couple questions. You got anywhere to go after this? I know a bar down the road from here." She wasn't sure how and what to feel about the impromptu invitation but if was one thing about Tishawna, she didn't turn down free drinks.
"Alright, let's go." She smirked at him as he held the door open for her. She grabbed her duffle and her handbag and headed out the door.
Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at a fairly large establishment, bustling with customers whom most likely would be here through all hours of the night, consuming alcohol and watching ESPN. "Nice place, where is everybody? Don't y'all all go to the bar together?" Tishawna looked around, arms folded over her chest as she took a seat at a barstool. "Well I had something different in mind tonight. I just wanted to talk to you one on one." Roman flashed a smile at the now, seemingly nervous Tishawna. "Well what is it you want to talk about?" Roman turned to her and gave her a look of concern. "I just wanted to know about you. I mean, you and my bro seem to go way back and he never told me a thing about you. I'm just a little curious as to why you're back. From what I hear, the last time you worked here, it wasn't exactly fun. Just seems odd you came back-"Let me stop you right there, sweetie. No disrespect, but if you're implying that Jon helped me get this job back, then you obviously don't know me. Yes, I came back here for him. We were best friends for Christ's sake and trust me, I don't throw that term around at all. Honestly, I was sick of seeing him being paid dust in that ring. Granted, I was angry when I ventured from here but I missed it. I missed my friends, fans and everything. You remember the 5 Star Clique, right?"
Roman nodded his head, laughing. "Oh yeah, I remember. My wife was a part of that group." "Brianna was, she was only 17 at the time. Well, seeing as how we were the most African American divas WWE had employed as once, and how we were one of the most powerful factions in this company, and practically the faces of the division for two years, they hated it.
It royally pissed off Vince and Stephanie that we had this company on lock. We were selling the most merch, had the largest fan base and everything but their poor hearts couldn't handle it. They couldn't stand not having a blonde haired, blue eyed All American sweetheart as champion. We revolutionized the division. Tag team belts, Divas and Women's
Roman hit the countertop, asking for a beer for himself and a martini for Tishawna but he immediately interrupted. "Umm, what kind of lightweight bitch do you mistake me for? Gimme a shot of Jack." Roman just laughed as he stared at her. "Damn, I misread you, Ms. Shawna. You're most definitely his female counterpart, which may be a scary thing but I'm glad you're here and I'm glad we were able to talk." She nodded, sipping her drink once again. "Hey, anytime, I'm glad we could as well." The two finished up their beverages and departed into their separate ways.
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"This ain't right. I mean, why would she come back here? She unleashed hell when she left. It doesn't make sense." Nicole was sitting around a table, conversing with her fellow female colleagues. "Maybe she has a legit reason. I'm glad she's back though. It's been so long since we've seen her. I missed Shawna." She, Brie, Brianna, Nikeya, Trinity, Natalya, Paige and Victoria sat around a table in catering, sipping on drinks and discussing the unexpected return of their coworker. "I talk to her almost every day and she never once hinted to the fact that she was returning." Brianna picked up a cookie and bit down into it.
"I don't know why you all care so much. Last I heard, she was dead and besides, she's a bitch and a ho. Renee better watch her man before she snatches him." Nikeya, whom wasn't too fond of Alicia herself, turned to her. "Oh, you mean the exact same thing you done with Wade to Tishawna, who I might add, was engaged to him. Girl, shut the fuck up, okay? Because we all know the only reason you hate her is because you stole him and didn't want to admit it you lost him the same way to that Tahlia girl and on top of that, one night during sex with you, he yelled her name. So, have several seats." Everybody began snickering and laughing as an embarrassed Alicia, rolled her hazel eyes. "And as far as Jon goes, she ain't that type of girl. They knew each other long before they did. I'm sure if they were going to take it further than that, it would've a long time ago." They all nodded in agreement at her. "You're right, boo, and we should be welcoming her back and not exiling her and pretending she doesn't exist. Let's just drop this, okay?" "Agreed."
Tishawna stared down at her phone, shaking her hand and laughing at the things she read while scrolling down her TL. She had no idea what kind of feedback she would get from her return and since she was new to this whole Twitter thing, her phone hasn't stopped buzzing since last week. There were people freaking out about the reuniting of Jon Moxley and Shawna Mac, these people saying they 'shipped' them, whatever that meant. There were people who had collages and Vines made of the two. It was crazy how many people loved them from their Indy days and there was of course the infamous psycho fangirl out of every bunch who said she needed to stay away from him. She paid it no mind because she had been there once as a kid. When she was 15, she had mentally married K-Ci and JoJo. As she continued to stare at the phone, she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist and a head lean on her shoulder.
"What you doing?" A raspy voice rang out in her ear as she turned to stare at his face. "Looking at my timeline and mentions, and it is insane. I can't believe all these people loved us together." Jon laughed as he grabbed her free hand, leaning her against a wall. "I love us together too. Hey, how about after the show, we find some trouble to get into?" "Trouble? Every time we're together, it's trouble. There isn't a need to go searching for it, honey."
Jon just laughed and grabbed her ass, squeezing it. He was playing it smart, he was making sure no one was around, especially a certain interviewer. "Well, I know I'll see you tonight anyways, you can't resist me, baby." Tishawna just laughed. "Okay, we'll see." Jon straightened his gym bag on his shoulder and began walking away. "Hey, you know you always had a thing for the bad boys." As Jon uttered those words, he actually began to let it sink in as to what the hell he was actually doing. He was cheating with his best friend, except one problem; she had no clue he was taken and his girlfriend was completely unaware of what was happening. It was accidental her first night back. His conscious was clouded by whiskey and Jack Daniels along with the memories of their young, drunken, steamy hookups.
The girl could do tricks most girls could only dream of and she felt like velvet curtains, even after all these years. He was all about living for the moment anyways and not giving a damn anyways, so why not live it up? Besides, what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.
Well that is all, folks. Okay, even though Dean is dogging my girl Renee out and doing Shawna dirty, I don't know about y'all, but how many of y'all wouldn't mind being best friends with his ass? Just me? Okay. But anyways, I hope you all enjoyed it and you know what to do if you did. Let me know! I'll also be updating my musi diary soon, so if you want to laugh, be on the lookout for that.
xoxo,
ChelleGambino
