There wasn't supposed to be a second part but my brother annoyingly demanded that I write the Natalya/Gwen match and he was pissed that I didn't include Roman in the first part.
I ended up using Dean's real name because I was watching Jon Moxley videos and it kinda stuck.
"Welcome to Monday Night RAW!"
I stood backstage in the viewing room with Trinity. My number one contender match was tonight against Natalya. I was pumped up and ready. We had talked about how we wanted the match to play out and what we were going to do. We wanted to make it one of the best matches of the night. Trinity and I watched as The Usos fought in a match against The Prime Time Players. Trin was engaged Jimmy so she watched every move. The Usos won and she left to go congratulate her fiancé.
I watched as the next match rolled on. I sat in my AC/DC baseball tee, slit jeans and black boots that folded down at the top. My hair was up in a bun to make waves before I went out. I had no makeup on but got plenty of compliments saying how I didn't even need it. Pretty soon I was going to go out so I got up to get dressed in my gear. I walked out of the viewing room and saw Roman Reigns talking to Seth, I walked up to them and they greeted me cheerfully.
"Hey guys, have you seen Jon?" I asked noticing that Dean wasn't around.
"Yeah, he's in the back." Seth pointed toward the parking lot. I walked out and saw Jon leaning against our rental car, his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his tan jacket, his hair was messy and his face was slightly red from the cold. I was stupid enough to forget my jacket inside. I started to walked over to him, the cold air gave me goose bumps, the soft wind blow loose pieces of hair into my face. My face instantly started to freeze, I knew I was probably red too. When I got closer Jon looked up, noticing it was me he smiled.
"What are you doing out here?" I said, shoving my own hands into my jean pockets. Jon just smiled at me as if I'd won an award for best person in the world. I chuckled softly, his smile was contagious.
"Tonight's a big night for you." He finally said. Shouldn't I be the one getting some fresh air then?
"I'm just excited to see you get this opportunity. Guess I didn't want to look like a psycho smiling to myself inside." Jon laughed. My heart warmed over, he was so kind, he always loved when I got a push or when I would go that extra mile in matches. He loved seeing great things happen for me. He had The Shield and they were dominant over WWE, I was on top of the Divas division. We would be the power couple if it were ever a storyline.
I placed my cold hand to his face, he looked at me before taking it into his own hand and holding it tightly.
"You're freezing," Jon said as he warmed my hands.
"So are you." I noted on how red his face was now, he looked like Satan himself crawled out of the depths of Hell and put on a t-shirt and jeans. Jon took off his jacket and motioned for me to turn around. I protested at first, not wanting him to be any colder but he insisted. He slipped my arms through the sleeves and pulled it shut. His jacket was probably three times my size so it hung loosely on my body, my hands barely peeked out of the sleeves. I pulled him into a kiss and he put his arms around my waist. I closed my eyes feeling his soft lips against mine. It was like kissing a snow man.
"I could warm you up," I winked then looked toward the car. Jon got the hint and unlocked it, sliding into the back with me in tow. It was still cold but not as much as outside. I swung my leg over his lap and straddled him, my hands moved into his hair and his were on my hips. I locked lips with him again and felt his tongue slid along my lips, I let him in and his tongue found mine. We stayed like that for a while before I moved my hands down to his chest. I tugged at his dark blue shirt, I wanted it off and him on top of me. Jon's hands slid up my shirt and I flinched out how cold they still were.
"Fuck baby, you're freezing." I whispered. Jon just moaned into another kiss. I felt him growing underneath me so I started to rub myself against his crotch. Jon moaned out softly as his body heated up. I rubbed my hand down his body until I reached his member, I gently stroked over it through his jeans and he let out a groan.
"Gwen," he moaned. Jon was about to take control and flip me on my back when there was a knock at the window. Seth Rollins knocked three times as he peeked through the tinted glass. It was too dark to see us unless you looked really hard. Seth eyebrows were furrowed as he searched the car, looking for any sign of us. His eyebrows shot up and after a moment he grinned nervously when he realized what we were doing. I climbed off Jon and Seth gave a small wave,
"Gwen, you're on next." He said through the window. An hour went by that fast already? Jon pushed open the backseat door and glared at Seth.
"Why is it always you?" He hissed. I laughed and got out behind Jon.
"Sorry…" Seth said in a hushed tone. I put my hand on his shoulder with a chuckle.
"Don't mind him, he gets angry when he's hungry." The three of us walked back inside until Seth stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what I meant.
Inside Natalya was warming up in her gear as TJ sat on a crate next to her. I walked to the locker room with Jon.
"Oh, here's your jacket," I said pulling off his old jacket.
"Keep it," he smiled. When he said that he meant, keep it forever. I smiled back at him before heading to get ready. I got dressed in a long sleeve cut off black shirt, the sleeves were sliced up and showed my tattoos. I put on sliced leggings that matched my shirt and a black skirt with handcuffs hooked around two belt loops on the front. I slipped into some boots and let my hair down. I put on my usual makeup and put on a thick rubber bracelet that said "Moxley" on the inside. It was my good luck charm. Jon had dog tags with "Midnight" written on them. Our indie ring names.
I stretched with Natalya as we went over the match again, I had ideas for new moves that we'd tried out and decided to display them tonight. We exchanged good lucks and she headed out first. Jon came up behind me at the gorilla position and kissed my neck.
"You're gonna do great." I turned around and put my arms around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss.
"Fuck, I love you so much." He breathed into the kiss. I smiled and kissed him once more. Someone came up and tapped Jon on the shoulder.
"Seth I swear to fucking god! If you don't sto-" Jon turned around to see Roman standing there. Jon exhaled as Roman took a step back.
"Hunter wants to talk to us about a match," Roman said. Jon turned back to me and sighed. I laughed and he kissed my cheek.
"Go kick some ass." He then left with his Shield partner. I exhaled deeply as my music hit.
I walked down the ramp, a look of evil on my face. Everyone cheered for me despite my being a heel. I got to the end of the ramp and did my usual hand stand on the apron, my legs bent over the top rope as I pulled myself over. Once I rebounded to my feet I swiftly jumped into the corner with one foot on the second rope and the other on the bottom. Natalya stood in the opposite corner and watched me. I jumped down and faced her, the bell rang and we walked in circles around the ring.
Nattie was the first to strike, locking arms then upper cutting me. I fumbled back then charged at her, I was met with a dropkick to the face. I laid on the mat with my face in my hands, hoping I wouldn't bleed. I was an easy bleeder. Any hard collisions to my head would give me a bloody nose. Thankfully I could hold them in somewhat. I stood up and she punched me in the face a few times. I grabbed her wrist twisting her arm behind her back. I dropped to the mat and flung her over me. Natalya came face first onto the surface. I got up quickly and pulled her up. I got her into the corner and stood on the second rope as I punched her a couple of times. The ref told me to get her out of the corner but I ignored him. I banged her head back onto the turnbuckle before wrapping my legs around her neck and flinging her across the ring.
Natalya got up and dodged my kick to the gut, she speared me and went for the pin. I kicked out at two and she pulled me up by the hair. I felt a little light headed from the blow to the mat but regained my strength and countered her One-handed Bulldog by throwing her to the ground on her backside. I climbed onto the tops ropes as she stood up and preformed and Flying Clothesline. I connected hard and she fell, I leaned over her and pinned her. The ref counted to two before she kicked out. I sat for a moment deciding what to do next. The crowd started chanting my ring name Rayne. I got pumped up on the energy from the crowd and decided this was the time to show off my new move.
I grabbed Natalya and lifted her onto the ropes so that she was sitting on the turnbuckle. I stepped back then ran toward her, jumping on the second rope, bouncing off and kicking her in the side of the head. I swiftly regained balance not missing a beat and charged toward her again, doing my signature handstand and wrapped my legs around her neck. I pulled her limp body from the ropes and she back collided with the mat. My knees pressed into her shoulders as the ref counted to three.
"Your winner, and the number one contender for the Divas Championship, Rayne!" Justin Roberts announced. I stood up and the ref raised my hand. The crowd cheered as I got out of the ring. I walked toward the ramp as AJ's music hit. She came out with the title over her small shoulder. She didn't say a word only stared me down. I stood watching her until they went to commercial and I made my way into the back.
My hair was sticking to my face from sweating, my makeup ran a little and I needed a shower badly. I grabbed a bottle of watched from the table by the gorilla position and chugged it down. I went to shower when I was stopped by Jon.
"I've never been more turned on," he whispered in my ear. I pushed him away.
"You're disgusting." I laughed. He smirked.
"You love it." Jon leaned and kissed me softly before I pushed him away so I could shower. Once I was fresh and clean, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to my duffle bag. I pulled out a tank top, a gray New York Girls hoodie and some skinny jeans. Despite my badass, rocker chick attitude and usual style, I loved big cities. I loved the wonder and the sounds and just the feeling of such an electric place. I dressed and put on my Vans. My hair went up in another comfortable bun and I packed up my things.
I was able to catch Jon's match once I showered, and damn did he look sexy. I loved when his hair got all disheveled and his shirt rode up a little from wrestling and he got all sweaty and goddammit. I waited for him to finish changing outside the men's locker room. I slipped into his jacket and hugged it around my body. Jon came out with his bags, he wore a spare black jacket of his and a baseball cap. We went to the car and loaded up.
Once we were at the hotel we sat on the bed talking.
"So, I was watching some of your old matches today." I said with my head in his lap.
"Oh really? Which ones?" He asked looking at me.
"One's I'd never thought I'd be turned on by." Jon rose an eyebrow. I stood up and went to my bag, pulling out a long chain. At the end of it was a dog collar. Jon laughed as he laid eyes on the familiar object.
"So there's these things called, Dog Collar matches. And if I must say, you look extremely sexy with this wrapped around your throat." I stepped closer to him. The chains usually have two collars attached but for this one, I only had one for him.
"Now, I'm not usually into the whole dominant thing but goddamn," I straddled him, wrapping the cool chain over his shoulders. The cold metal sent a chill down his spine. Jon looked at me; he was so clearly turned on by my dominance.
"Here's what we'll do, you'll wrap this around your neck and do whatever I tell you to do." I growled in his ear. Jon instantly grew harder.
"Yes, ma'am." I pushed him on his back and kissed him roughly. His hands gripped my hips. I moaned softly against his lips. I pulled away from him, standing up as he sat up.
"Get rid of the shirt." I commanded. Jon basically tore his shirt off and threw it aside. I looked him over, every inch of his body was beautiful. I leaned over and wrapped the collar around his throat, buckling it. I held the chain in my hand and pulled him closer to me. My lips crushed against his, my hand balled up into a fist full of chains just a few inches away from his throat. I held him into me as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I pulled away from him and released some chain.
"The pants have to go." I said, Jon complied and removed his jeans and boxer briefs.
"Lay down." Jon laid back onto the bed fully naked. Fuck he's gorgeous. I took off my jeans and hoodie and climbed on top of him in just underwear and a tank top. I grabbed the chain again and tugged on it. Jon sat up and I kissed him once.
"As a congratulations to myself for winning tonight, I'm gonna let you fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard, Moxley." He always got turned on when I called him by his former ring name.
"But not yet." I heard him groan and I smirked.
"If you're a good boy you'll get what you want so eagerly, but first," I kissed his neck roughly, leaving bites and bruises behind. I worked my way down his chest, leaving the same assault I did on his neck. My tongue ran over his nipple swiftly, I felt his body shudder at the sensation. I kissed down his toned abdomen to his hips bones. I bit roughly all over his skin until he was covered in dark marks. Jon moaned quietly, it was a low throaty moan, one that always made me tingle. I found my way to his hard member. Fuck. He was big. Bigger than usual. I teased the tip by gently brushing my lips against him. I placed my hands on his thighs and kissed around his cock. He writhed impatiently.
"Shh, shh, I'm in charge here." I hushed him. He lay still as I slowly kissed up his shaft. I grazed my tongue along where the kisses had been placed until I reached the tip. I swirled around, teasing him a little more before taking him fully into my mouth. I sucked slowly, not giving him the satisfaction he needed just yet. My tongue moved up and down his member like a Popsicle as I bobbed my head. I heard a soft growl come from him and I picked up my pace. I took him all in without gagging, his cock filling my mouth. Jon gripped onto the sheets, louder groans filled the room. I felt him twitch and I pulled away. Jon looked at me, a whine so clearly threatening to escape his lips but he held it back.
"Good boy," I kissed his lips, biting down hard drawing blood. I pulled away, his lip red with blood. I sat up and yanked the chain, thrusting him toward me. I kissed him again, the taste of rust settling on my lips. My hand gripped onto his unkempt sweaty hair. Jon had been so good so far.
"Do you want to fuck me baby?" I breathed in his ear. He made a throaty groan. I pulled at his hair.
"I asked a question. Do you want to fuck me Jon?" I asked again, my voice was almost a growl. Jon was so turned on,
"Yes," he finally said. He voice came out in a whimper. I yanked his hair again, pulling the chain tighter.
"I don't think you want it bad enough. Do you want me Jon?" I growled.
"Fuck yes!" He yelled out.
"Better." I pulled my tank over my head and laid next to him. I pulled on the chain and pulled him on top of him.
"Fuck me Jonathon." I commanded. Jon growled hungrily as he tore my panties off. He kissed my thighs then gripped then tightly. I yanked on the chain causing him to look up at me.
"If you leave marks on me, I'll punish you." I hissed. Jon loosened his grip ever so slightly and dove right into eating me out. I moaned loudly as his tongue flicked violently over my clit. The chain left imprints in my hand from how tightly I held it. Jon growled as he assaulted me, his mouth working wonders on my clit. I spewed profanities. His tongue made its way into me, feeling the warm, wet sensation made chills run through my body.
"Fuck Jon!" I cried out. I was close and he knew it. He worked faster, more violently if possible. Every inch had been licked and sucked and bit until I finally came. Jon lapped up my orgasm. I pulled hard on the chain causing the collar to slightly chaf his skin. I pulled until he was face to face with me. I didn't need to give an order, the look in my eyes told him exactly what I wanted him to do. I wrapped the chain around his neck and gently tugged on it. He thrust his hard member into me and I screamed out his name. His movements were fast and hard, rocking me and the bed. I felt sorry for anyone with the rooms surrounding us. I let go of the chain and dug my nails down his back, red marks formed immediately, some even broke the skin. Jon hissed at the sting of his skin being split and only thrust harder. I felt like I was going to break in half but it felt so good.
I tugged at his hair again, pulling him down to me, his lip still bleeding slightly. I roughly kissed him, our lips crashed together in a hot, panting, sweaty mess. More fucks and Jon's filled the room. Jon held my thighs around his waist, my wetness covered his member. He grunted and growled and groaned into each kiss. Our lips stayed locked as he sped up about to hit his climax. He held it off, waiting for me. I cried out and came to my second orgasm. Jon roughly rode out his until all he could do was pant. He laid on top of me, he head on my chest as he panted heavily. The chain still wrapped around his throat. Once we caught our breath I pulled him into a soft, passionate kiss. I unbuckled the collar and tossed it toward my bag. Jon laid next to me, his arm fell over my side heavily, still worn out. I noticed every mark on him. The red marks around his throat, the torn lip, the bruises all over his neck and chest and the scratches on his back. I looked at him apologetically but he smiled.
"It was all worth it." Jon kissed me deeply. I moaned into the kiss as I felt his tongue come into play again. I pushed him away, too tired for round two. Jon kissed my cheek and pulled me into his chest. We drifted off to sleep with only three hours until our flight in the morning.