Chapter 28
Zelia returned on Smackdown! the following night with Team Hell No, much the crowd's pleasure. They wouldn't like her for long though because Zelia would be valeting for the Shield after WrestleMania. The storyline would be as soon as Joe and Colby went after the tag team titles against Bryan and Glen, she would switch sides. It was a favor Zelia asked Stephanie and Vince, considering it was Paul Levesque's idea to take her off of the ring crew. Even though she couldn't get her ring crew job back, Zelia at least wanted to accompany Jon to ringside with Joe and Colby instead of their opponents. Vince and Stephanie gave Zelia whatever she wanted, not about to refuse her anything.
Because of Phillip and Paul being arrested, Mark's match at WrestleMania ended up being against Brock Lesnar. The fans seemed happy with the change, even though there was no build up, so they used Phillip's segments combined with the past feud Mark and Brock had years prior. It was better than nothing and, as always, the show had to go on. The match with the Shield against Paul Wight, Stephen Farrelly and Randy Orton had been changed because of Randy's obvious arrest. Randy was replaced by Ryan Reeves in the tag match and then he would also have a match shortly after against Mark Henry.
One thing Zelia wanted to do was make things right with Glen and Mark, so she invited them out for a lunch with her and Jon. Her boyfriend wasn't happy about it, but Zelia convinced him it was the best way to clear the air with all the tension between them. Granted, Valisa's attack had brought them temporarily together, but she could tell there was still animosity between Mark and Jon. She walked into the hotel restaurant hand-in-hand with Jon, wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans with a long short sleeved dark pink top that had a hoop neckline, her black hair left down.
"Hey guys, thanks for coming." She greeted, pulling away from Jon long enough to hug both Glen and Mark, feeling them kiss the top of her head. "Sorry we're late, someone had to finish his cigarette."
Jon smirked, shrugging and shook both Glen and Mark's hand, showing respect. He then took a seat beside Zelia, their hands once again clasping together beneath the table. They all looked over their menus, ordering drinks first and placed their orders, the silence at the table deafening. Zelia had to make this right and slid her hand out of Jon's to gently squeeze his jean covered thigh, looking over at him knowingly.
"Listen, I just wanted to say that I understand why you sparred with me that day, Mark." Jon hated formality and knew the man did as well, clearing his throat since he had Mark's undivided attention. "I know I was being a dick to Zel and you were just trying to protect her and knock some sense into me at the same time. So I just wanted to clear the air because I respect both of you for everything you've done for the business. You're legends and the last thing I need is to have bad blood with two legends in this company." It was the truth, though Jon used some of Zelia's words when she convinced him to come to this lunch.
Zelia didn't mind and smiled proudly, jade eyes sparkling. "I know I said a lot of hurtful things to you guys that night. I was disrespectful and I'm sorry for that. I was pissed off because I know you sparred with Jon on purpose and you tried to hurt him, but I just wanna put this behind us and move on. We're together now, we love each other and now it's time to just put all the bullshit behind us."
Mark cracked a small smile, pushing his black shades up on top of his nearly bald head, folding his hands on the table. "No need to apologize, Zelia. I was outta line that night and I shouldn't have stuck my nose in your business. It was my fault. You're a tough young buck though, Jon. You definitely gotta future in the WWE and I hope they do right by you."
"Thanks, that means a lot." Jon said truthfully, placing his hand on top of Zelia's on his lap, their fingers lacing together. "I do want you both to know that I do love her. I've loved Zelia for a long time and I finally got my head out of my ass thanks to Valisa. She's the one who talked sense into me, made me realize what a dick I was being. And I'll do everything in my power to make sure I never hurt her like that again and I'll make her the happiest I can."
Glen kept his mouth shut long enough and leaned forward a little, his eyes locking with Jon. "See that you don't because she means a lot to me. I know you think we had a sexual relationship and I'm tellin' you right now, we didn't. I've never thought of Zelia in that way, she's more like a little sister to me than anythin'. Mark never had sex with her either. So now that we have everythin' cleared up, let me say one thing and I want you to listen close. If you EVER hurt her again, I'll make sure my boot goes so far up your ass, you'll be chewin' on my goddamn laces. Mark's right, you got potential, but I won't hesitate to put you down if you hurt her."
Jon didn't take offense to what Glen said and nodded, squeezing Zelia's hand to let her know everything was fine. "You got it. Hell, you'll have to stand in line because, if I do hurt her again, Joe and Colby will be beating me to a pulp. And I'll gladly take the ass whooping because I know I'll deserve it."
"Satisfied, Big Red?" Zelia asked, taking a sip of her beverage, which was Sierra Mist.
"As long as you're happy, that's all I care about, Zel."
"Me too." Mark piped in, gulping down his iced tea and requested another.
The rest of the lunch was made with pleasant conversation and filled with laughter, mostly Glen and Zelia telling stories about her years in the company. Everyone parted ways after they had a nice meal, needing to get ready for the Hall of Fame ceremony later that night. It was a ceremony the WWE had that commemorated and celebrated the legends of wrestling past, so everyone had to be in formal wear. As soon as they arrived in the suite, Jon pushed Zelia against the door as his mouth devoured hers. Zelia couldn't get enough of this man, her hands caressing his shoulders and neck while their tongues tasted each other.
"W-We really don't have time for this…" Zelia stammered out breathlessly as soon as Jon's mouth left hers to seal to her neck, lulling her head back to give him further access. "We need to get ready, Jon…"
Jon growled against her soft supple skin and lifted her up, her legs going around his waist instantly as he pressed her harder into the door. "I'd much rather be naked with you in bed for the rest of the night fucking you." He rasped in her ear, his voice low. "Don't you want my cock, girl?"
Why did he have to sound so sinful and sexy when he talked dirty? It was an instant aphrodisiac. "You know I do…" She whimpered when he hit the hot spot on her neck that made her completely turn to jelly against him. Zelia had to gain control somehow and took her hands, pushing him back to where his mouth left her neck, their eyes meeting. "BUT duty calls and we have to be there. So your cock will have to wait a little longer to be buried inside of me."
Damn it, his diversion tactic didn't work, Jon thought, grumbling under his breath. "I don't wanna go." He set Zelia on her feet, shaking his head. "I HATE dressing up."
"Yeah well get over it, Moxley." Zelia smirked when his head snapped up, winking over her shoulder at him. She hadn't called him that in a while. "Now get your ass in gear or else we're not going to be ready in time."
"Would that really be such a bad thing?" Jon shot back, a seductive smirk curving his lips.
Zelia rolled her eyes with a laugh and walked into the room, closing the door. That man would be the death of her yet. Walking over, Zelia looked at her dress with a smile and knew Jon would die when he saw her all dolled up. Tiffany would be there soon to do her makeup and hair, having texted her during her lunch with Mark, Glen and Jon. She was just finishing up with Valisa then would be up to do her hair and makeup. Zelia was excited about this weekend because it would be Jon's first WrestleMania. It would be his chance to shine, which he would and it would tell everyone in the world of professional wrestling he finally arrived. He finally made it.
Tiffany arrived 20 minutes later and the transformation began. She decided to curl Zelia's hair and then pin all of it to the side in an elegant style. Zelia knew she'd have a lot of bobby pins in her hair and honestly didn't care, wanting to look her absolute best for tonight. Her long black hair hung to the side and down her shoulder in curls and the bobby pins were all hidden well so it looked like nothing was holding it to the side. Tiffany then did her makeup, which was thin black eyeliner with a dark bronze eye shadow that went well with the dress. She applied foundation to hide blemishes and a bronze gloss painted her lips. Her nails had been done the day before with Valisa and they were clear with dark teal tips that matched her dress along with her toes.
After thanking Tiffany for a job well done and paying her, Zelia finally turned to stare at the dress she chose for tonight's ceremony. It was a floor length A-line dress that featured a ruched bodice and empire waistline. It had a beautiful sparkling jewel embellished halter top neckline that showed off her bare shoulders and flowed easily so it wouldn't be hard to walk. Zelia slipped her silver heels on and finally stood up straight in the full length mirror, not believing how beautiful she looked. She was a completely different person and had changed over the past few months because of everything that transpired. Hearing a knock at the door, Zelia smirked and turned away from the mirror just as someone stepped inside, her breath stolen at the sight of Jon.
He was covered from head to toe in black, going as simple as this night would allow. The dress shirt was silk with buttons and he left the top two undone because Jon didn't want to feel suffocated by the collar. He had nicely pressed black slacks on, black dress shoes and his hair slicked back with water. When it dried, his curls would return and once again hang in his face. He had a silver band on his wrist, a silver chain around his neck and a cigarette dangling from his lips. Zelia had to learn how to breathe again at the sight of him and suddenly wanted to take him up on his offer to skip the ceremony altogether, devouring him visually.
Jon was doing the same thing to her and couldn't believe this was his Zelia. She looked exquisite, the dress hugging her curves in all the right places, especially her upper half. He walked over and took her hand, kissing the back of it because he didn't want to ruin the stunning image before him. The dark teal color of her dress really brought out her jade eyes that Jon found himself getting lost in on more than one occasion. Very softly, Jon brushed his lips against hers, his arm wrapping around her waist as his finger ran down her cheek feather lightly.
"You look beautiful, stunning, magnificent and those words still don't do you justice, Zel." Jon complimented, his voice low and raspy again, smirking when she shivered involuntarily. "Cold?"
"What do you think?" Zelia shot back, running her hands down his silk dress shirt and this time pressed her lips to his, their bodies molding together. "You don't clean up so bad yourself, Moxley."
"That's the second time you've called me that tonight. What gives?" Jon demanded with a chuckle, pulling back to take her hand as their fingers laced together and guided her out of the room. "The limo's downstairs waiting for us."
"I don't know, I just…you'll always be Moxley to me, no matter if your name has changed to Dean Ambrose." Zelia said truthfully, reaching up to stroke his face with the back of her hand. "But with me you're simply a wonderful man named Jonathan Good and I only love you, not your character."
"Ditto baby." Jon murmured, winking down at the newest WWE Diva and chuckled, both of them heading out to attend the Hall of Fame ceremony.
WrestleMania night arrived and the Shield won their match against The Big Show, Sheamus and Ryback. They proved they could hack it in the ring with the best the WWE had to offer and came out soaring on top. The WWE fans would start believing in the Shield now, they had to. Zelia couldn't have been happier as her and Valisa watched the match together, squealing when they won. They hadn't told the women if they were winning or not, so it was just as much of a surprise to them as it was the fans. Zelia didn't have time to stick around and celebrate since she had to get out with Team Hell No against Dolph Ziggler and Big E Langston.
However, once the match ended with Team Hell No once again retaining their tag team titles, she kissed both Glen and Bryan's cheek before taking off to the Shield locker room. Joe informed her that Jon had gone outside for a cigarette and pointed her in the direction. Jon was still in his Shield gear, bare from the waist down since his tactical vest and top had been ripped from his body from Paul Wight during their match. He heard heels clicking against the asphalt and turned around just in time to catch Zelia leaping at him, spinning her around in circles. Their lips instantly met and Zelia poured every ounce of feeling into it, her legs around his waist while his hands planted on her leather skirt clad backside.
"Whoa, what the hell was that for?" Jon chuckled as soon as the kiss broke, seeing the sparkle in Zelia's eyes.
"I'm so proud of you, Jon. You made it and I love you so much." Zelia kissed him again and hugged him around the neck, loving how his arms tightened around her, closing her eyes.
After WrestleMania ended, everyone got ready to leave to go to the after-party Vince and Stephanie had planned to celebrate another successful event. WrestleMania was professional wrestling's super bowl, the biggest event of the year, so the McMahon's pulled out all the stops for it. They didn't hold anything back, wanting the best ratings they could possibly get. Jon and Zelia were dressed up again and slid in the back of the limo that would take them to the after-party. As Zelia stared out the window, she couldn't help feeling completely content with her life and still found it hard to believe her and Jon found their way back to each other.
"Driver, take us back to the hotel." She ordered out of nowhere, knowing the after-party wasn't a requirement for the WWE Superstars and staff to attend.
"What are you doing?" Jon asked, raising a brow and watched as Zelia moved to straddle his lap, kissing him softly. "Joe and Valisa are waiting for us…"
"I know…" Zelia traced his lips with the tip of her tongue, smirking when Jon groaned in response. "But tonight I just want it to be us. I belong to you, you belong to me and I want to spend the rest of the night naked with you in bed." Just like he wanted to do when he tried convincing her the previous night not to go to the Hall of Fame ceremony. "Any objections?"
"You damn right you belong to me, Zelia." Jon growled, not having one problem with going back to the hotel and ravishing her beautiful body, his mouth finding her ear. "Now and forever."
For countless hours that night, Jon and Zelia made love to each other, both finally finding where they were truly meant to belong.
The End.