Chapter 12 - Very Familiar

The first Raw of March 2014, had the fans thinking there was dissention in the Shield as Colby left the ring in the middle of a match against another stable known to fans as the Wyatt Family; which caused Joe and Jon to basically get disassembled by the other three wrestlers in the middle of the ring.

The backstage interview with Joe and Jon boiling over because Colby left them high and dry had people wondering if the Shield would ever be the same.

By the time Tuesday rolled around and the guys got their scripts for the taping on Smackdown the Shield Summit had officially taken place and after some words, shoving, punches being thrown and Joe being put in the middle as the peace keeper between Jon and Colby all would end well by the end of Smackdown and the Shield fans would be happy once again.

Alison felt like her head was in a whirl pool with all the different storyline she had to keep up with. Michael Cole and John Bradshaw Layfield also known as JBL were teaching her the tricks of the trade when it came to reading scripts and calling matches. She was still getting to know all the wrestlers and knew it was going to take her forever to learn the History of the WWE, but she was a fast learner and since the WWE Network was up and running it helped a 1000%. Old videos and PPV's she had the entire history at her fingertips. Traveling from city to city in car rides had her hunkered down in the back of the SUV's with her brain being overloaded with videos that all the guys suggested she watch.

Alison currently was walking down the hallway waiting for Smackdown to start. She was supposed to do an interview with someone called the Undertaker. She'd watched a few videos on the man and he looked down right evil; scary as hell. She was looking for the trainers office her thumb had been bothering her and she was pretty sure she sprained it. She and Seth had been rough housing in bed that morning and she had somehow pulled her thumb a certain way and had been bothering her ever since.

Alison found the trainers office finally as she pushed the door open she saw Joe standing on one of the exam tables as his left knee was being wrapped and he was talking with someone. At first glance she thought he was in his boxer-briefs as her eyes widened before she yanked the door closed.

"Oh shit sorry!"

Joe's deep laughter could be heard rumbling in the room. "Alison!" Joe shouted through the door between chuckles.

"Please tell me you aren't standing in your underwear." Alison begged on the outside.

Joe and another deep chuckle rumbled. "No you can come in."

Alison slowly pushed the door open as she peeked in shyly. "Ooo thank God! Ya know Colby is jealous enough about our past relationship he doesn't need to see me sitting in the same room with you only in your underwear; Jesus Christ he would freak." Alison couldn't help admiring the muscle shirt and basketball shorts he had on but tucked up. His muscled thigh on display. 'Take it easy on the hormones woman' she scolded herself.

Joe chuckled. "No he would shit his pants." Joe teased as he leaned down and popped down to sit on the edge of the table as the trainer sat in a rolling chair to start taping up his ankles and feet. Alison pushed up and sat on the exam table next to Joe as she nodded her head in agreement.

A throat cleared as Alison's head snapped up. Joe smiled. "Sorry, please forgive my rudeness. Alison this is Mark Calaway. He's our resident deadman known as the Undertaker."

Alison's eyes widened. "Wow you don't seem nearly as scary in person as you do in those videos I watched of you in the ring. It's a pleasure to met you." Alison stood as she walked over and shook his hand.

Mark chuckled as he shook her offered hand. "I don't understand how I look scary in the ring. To me it's just me doing what I love." God she was an amber eyed beauty; he felt like he knew her from somewhere though. "How long have you worked for the company honey?" He asked curiously.

Alison pushed back up and took her seat next to Joe once more. "I just recently got hired to WWE. I've only been here for about 3 weeks, but I hope to have a nice long future with them. So far everyone has been excellent."

"Are you the one I'm supposed to have the interview with later?" Mark asked. Mark couldn't stop looking at the mahogany haired beauty who seemed to be fond of one of his closest wrestling buddies son. Mark had been friends with Sika Anoa'i for years. He'd known Joe since he was in diapers. Mark couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her she had a familiar laugh and her eyes and hair she had a natural glow to her that Joe seemed to bring out in her, but at the same time she really did remind him of someone he knew once upon a time.

"Yes sir." Alison stated softly as Joe gently nudged her as she swatted his arm when he mocked her. "Shut up fool." She laughed.

Joe's hand went to her side as his fingertips dug into her ribcage and he laughed as she squealed and slapped his hand away. "Don't ever forget I know where your ticklish spots are woman."

Mark chuckled at their antics and could help but wonder if there was a past story involving the two youngsters. "It's just Mark honey or even deadman."

Alison nodded. "I'll stick with Mark; I don't think I can use deadman...definitely a little on the dark side."

Joe looked over at Alison. "Hey why are you in here anyways?" Joe questioned.

Alison made a face. "Colby and I were rough housing in bed this morning and I either smashed my thumb or pulled it I'm not sure but it's been throbbing all day. He suggested I come see the trainer."

Joe could feel his Samoan temper started to rise. Colby was being careless with Alison. Even as big of a guy as Joe used to be when they rough housed he NEVER harmed her; he always made sure she felt safe.

Alison watched as the trainer rolled in front of her and took her hand in his as he gently moved her thumb around. She looked over at Joe before she reached up with her free hand and tugged on his goatee. "I know that look Leati Joseph Anoa'i. Don't worry I'm fine; he didn't do it on purpose."

Joe smirked; even when they weren't together she could still read him like a book. "He needs to learn to be more careful with you." Joe chastised.

"I'm not a China doll Joe." Alison argued back.

The trainer Mike tapped up her thumb. "It's just a sprain Ali. No worries, you should be all better in a week or so."

"See! Even Mike said I was fine. You worry entirely too much Joseph." Alison stated as she bumped her shoulder against Joe's.

"I know you're not a China doll but you're not a wrestler either and you can get hurt bad if he's not careful." Joe grumbled.

"Blah blah blah." Alison teased as she leaned over and kissed Joe's cheek. "Don't worry so much Mr. Anoa'i and thanks for the concern." Alison hopped off the exam table. "Mr. Calaway I'll see you in a bit. I'm going to go get a bite to eat with Colby." She winked at Joe before she turned and headed out and down to the locker room.

"You flirting with your stable mates girl son?" Mark asked curiously.

"No sir." Joe smirked. "I'm flirting with my ex-girlfriend."

The two shared a chuckle as Mark stood before he patted Joe on the shoulder with a closed fist. "Good Boy." He stated as he walked out of the trainer's room.

Aria was sitting on an equipment trunk getting ready to go out to the ring for Smackdown so she could start getting her action shots in. She had several different cameras all loaded with memory cards.

Electric blue eyes gleamed as they saw the Emerald eyed beauty sitting on the trunk all alone in the hallway. A smirk slide across his face as the thought of her slapping the shit out of him again got under his skin. He jogged over as he jumped up and slid along the top of the trunk and bumped into Aria.

Aria's head snapped around as she rolled her eyes when she saw it was Jon. Once again he was trying to screw with her. "You really can't help yourself can you?"

"If I could help myself I would." Jon stated in his gravelly tone as his eyes looked her up and down.

Aria's palm went to the front of Jon's face. "Stop sign and uh flow on." She stated before she pointed down the hall.

Jon chuckled. "C'mon Aria. When are you going to take pity on me and tell me how we know each other. I mean you could put us both out of our own miseries."

"Nuh uh - I do not waste my time on someone who doesn't want to waste his own time trying to remember me." Aria stated in a clipped tone. Why did he have to be so fuckin good looking?! Those blue eyes! That damn rough voice! Those auburn-blonde curls that BEGGED to be tugged on in the throes of passion.

Aria spared him one more look and a second eye roll before she hopped off the equipment trunk. "You'll never figure it out...and by the time you do I'm going to be old and shriveled up or dead from old age. Give up while you can Mox." Aria turned and head towards the gorilla position before heading out to the Smackdown ring.

Jon watched as her jean covered ass swayed back and forth down the hallway. He swore when her jean covered thigh rubbed together they were calling his name. 'Jon Good - Jon Good - Jon Mox.' Mox? Wait a minute. Jon's head snapped up. She called him Mox. Only people who knew him when he was Jon Moxley in the Indy's called him Mox.

Jon fist pumped the air as he jumped off the equipment trunk and hauled ass back to the locker room he needed to put in a call to a very old friend from his Indy days.

Joe sat in the locker room laughing his ass off as Jon called a few of his old Indy contacts. "You are really cruisin for a bruisin. You know if you try hard enough Aria just might kick your ass for you. You are really dying to find out how you know her."

Jon shook his head as he paced back and forth in the locker room while waiting on hold. "There is just something about her that seems so unforgettable."

"Yea except you forgot." Joe chuckled as Jon gave him the finger.

"Dude I know I did a lot of drugs in the Indy's but Aria is a beautiful woman. You never forget a beautiful woman. The ugly ones are a dime a dozen and you NEVER remember getting your dick wet with them; but women like Aria...That's a woman you remember forever."

"And yet you can't remember her. How much drugs did you do back then?" Joe jokingly asked.

"A truck load and then some." Jon muttered as his contact finally picked up his call from hold. "Finally DJ, This is Jon Moxley. I got your number from John Zandig. I could use your help with something..." Jon trailed off as he walked out of the locker room.

Joe's eyes snapped up as the door opened and Alison walked in. "So how was your interview with Mark?" He asked causally.

Alison smiled softly as she nodded. "It was interesting. He sure does have many opinions on the talent that is coming into their own in the company. He praised the hell out of you and Jon for that matter."

Joe noticed she didn't mention Colby's name. "Yea Mark is probably one of the coolest legends to speak to in this business besides Steve Austin. There's a few others who you can get really good interviews and advice from, but for me it's Mark, my dad and my Uncle Afa. Those three have had the biggest impact on my life."

"Mark has the cutest daughters I've seen too. Gosh their all going to be a head turners when they get older; though I'm sure with a father like him he isn't even going to let them attempt dating until they are in their thirties." Alison laughed but was serious. When she looked up Mark's stats he was 6'9 and almost 300 pounds of muscle; not to mention the tattoos that covered his arms were downright scary.

"Oh I'm sure thirty is going to be the magical number for his daughters." Joe chuckled as he patted Alison on the leg before standing up and excusing himself to the bathroom to get ready for Smackdown that night.

Alison was going over the notes she wrote with her interview with Mark. It was going to make for one hell of a article for the WWE Magazine. His fans were going to love it. He had really opened up about what he thought on all the upcoming superstars that were breaking onto the scene. She could hear Joe grumbling and cussing in the bathroom. "Okay what is wrong? I can hear you in there."

"I can't get this damn rubber band out of my hair." Joe growled. "I should've known better then to use it but I couldn't find an elastic tie so I used a rubber band and now I'm paying for it."

Alison walked into the bathroom as she slapped away his hands. "Here let me get it." She just about died when she walked in and saw Joe standing in just his black cargo pants and boots; him being shirtless was her complete downfall. She carefully maneuvered the rubber band around his long raven locks. "Jeez, it's weird to see you with hair this long."

"I just haven't had a reason to cut it." Joe stated as he watched her work her magic in the mirror. Her Forever Red perfume was clouding the bathroom and his brain.

"There, I got it! Next time just ask me for a hair tie; you know I keep a thousand of those things with me at all times." Alison chastised. She watched as Joe turned around to face her as he took the rubber band and tossed it over his shoulder. Before she knew what was happening her back was against the wall and Joe had her pinned with only a look. Smokey grey orbs pinned her amber eyes as she stared up at him.

It felt familiar.

Joe's hand came up and brushed some of her hair out of her face. Amber eyes blinked before she realized Joe leaned down and softly caught her lips with his.

It felt very familiar.

A fire stirred in Alison's belly as she couldn't stop herself from kissing Joe back. She also couldn't help the moan that spilled from her mouth into Joe's as his tongue touched hers.

Jesus Christ he missed kissing her.

The kiss sent her heart racing and pumping blood and high speeds through her veins. Alison was suddenly pulled from the passion haze as she pulled her lips from Joe when the door to the locker room opened and a few voices could be heard. She felt guilty as a frown marred her face.

Joe could see the turmoil in her eyes. "Alison..."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry Joe." She slowly moved away as she left the room and made up some excuse that she had to go ask Mark a few more questions before she left without another work.

Joe was suddenly aware that he shouldn't have done it; he shouldn't have kissed her.