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Along with the rock music that blared through the speakers of the rusty, old Chevy, the old truck was filled with laughter as it drove through the busy road, it earned several glares and curious looks from other motorists and pedestrians. Jeff O'Sullivan turned his truck towards the intersection that led to their destination as he sang along with the radio. It's a fine sunny day, a perfect day for any outdoor activities and the perfect day for a family outing. He glanced at the person who sat on the passenger seat who sang just as loudly as the radio and the elderly man chuckled to himself.
"I heard that you knocked out a man last night," he reached to lower the volume of the radio as he mentioned a topic he forgot to mention earlier in the house. He blamed old age for the forgetfulness. He found the idea almost hilarious, that his own granddaughter had done something so very out of her character, but he also needed to do his role and remind her that she can't just go about Philly punching people and knocking them out.
"He was going to kiss me," came Annie's response, it was her defence for her violent act. Jeff chuckled to himself, amused.
"Was he that ugly that you'd rather knock him out than kiss him?" he joked, Annie smiled and thought to herself. She recalled the stranger from last night. She could still smell the scent of alcohol and nicotine that enveloped him along with the hint of mint and his body spray, she almost felt odd to admit to herself that she kinda liked the combination of scents. Then, she recalled his face which she really didn't had a proper look at during their encounter. Blue eyes, that's all she clearly remembered.
"No, I don't think he is," quietly, she admitted, she blushed at the confession, "he has a really nice pair of blue eyes," Jeff shook his head at her words as he laughed to himself.
"Well, I'm glad you punched the lad, you're a real O'Sullivan, no one tries to kiss an O'Sullivan woman the first time around and get away with it, they gotta work hard for it."
It was the bright, unforgiving sunlight that crept through his windows that woke Jon up. He's outdone himself this time, the effects of last night's alcohol frenzy had taken effect on his body today. Along with his headache came an unfamiliar ache on his left jaw. His sore jaw was the first thing that Jon checked as he entered the bathroom for an ice cold shower to awaken him for his long day ahead. He was welcomed by the sight of an ugly purple bruise on his left jaw. How he'd obtain it, Jon couldn't recall.
He returned to bed, damp from the shower and naked, the fatigue from last night consumed all corners of his body. Blindly with his head buried on the pillow, he reached for something on the bedside table, he attempted to find something through touch. A few seconds later and he sat up with a groan as he lit up a cigarette, the sensation it brought caused relief from the exhaustion his body felt physically but not his tireless mind. For the first time, he wasn't thinking about his endless problems …no, it's much worse than that because for the first time, Jonathan Good's mind was filled with thoughts about a particular woman. With another groan, he got his ass out of bed and began preparing for a long, tiresome day ahead.
With a pair of sunglasses which covered his eyes from the unforgiving brightness of the hot summer day, Jon drove through the familiar streets. Philly became his home over the past year, he came from the rough part of Cincinnati Ohio and found himself in Philadelphia, leaving behind his hometown to pursue a career he'd loved and dreamt of pursuing since he was merely 10. The medicine he took did very little to aid him from his hangover and Jon could only wonder to himself how many he'd drank last night. He barely remembered anything last night, the only memory he had was the image that's been plaguing his mind, her image. Who could forget such a pretty face? But Jon knew he has to get over that pretty face because there are far more important things to think about, like the fact that he's late for work for example.
"He made it, boys!" Jon was greeted with a punch in the shoulder by Sami who looked at him funny, as if Jon had forgotten to put his pants on when he left his apartment. He threw his bag on the ground and took his sunglasses off, curiously he wondered what's with the funny looks that not only Sami but everyone else seem to give him.
"How's the bruise lover boy?" chuckled one of the wrestlers, Rob, a tall, tanned, dark haired man, who pat the top of Jon's head like he's a good little boy. His action annoyed Jon and the irritated man grabbed Rob's arm whilst he twisted it.
"What the fuck is going on here?" voice raspy, Jon demanded. He needed answers to everyone's odd behaviours and he certainly needed an explanation regarding his mysterious bruise. He looked over at Sami who seemed to be the happiest out of them all. "What the hell happened to me last night, Sami?"
"Relax, I didn't do anything to you," Sami clarified as he put his hands up in the air. He'd destroy Sami if he finds out he did end up doing something to humiliate Jon, even if he treated Sami like his little brother.
"Then explain to me why the fuck are you all looking at me like that?" angry now, the impatient side of Jonathan Good took over as he looked at each and every one of his colleagues, their smug smiles disappeared, replaced with a look caution on their faces.
"A girl knocked you out, Jon," Sami informed in a whisper as he leaned over Jon's ear, to avoid further embarrassment which would've happened if he announced it out loud. "It was that pretty singer from last night."
"She didn't knocked me out, that's bullshit," quickly, he regained his composure and Jon pushed the idea away although the man beneath him shook in embarrassment. Surely she didn't, he thought and hoped. "I was drunk, I had fifteen something pints of beer, I must've passed out," he reasoned out but everyone knew that he was just creating the bullshit to feed on his shrunken ego. That bitch will pay, for sure, bitterly, Jon thought to himself.
Annie smiled as her grandfather handed her a cold can of soda from the cooler they brought along. Seated together on the camping chairs they've brought with them, they have the best view in the house as her grandfather had said, they sat right in front of the ring. She doesn't know what made her decide to come along with her grandfather and watch his favourite form of entertainment with him but Annie wanted to spend time with the old man more than ever. She opened her soda and looked around. It's almost odd that the match will be held in an outdoor campsite. Her grandfather didn't really gave her much detail about this wrestling tournament they are about to watch, she just assumed they'll be watching a wrestling show but it almost made her curious and wondered what's up with setting.
"Do you always go here in the outdoors to watch them, Gramps?" she decided to ask, she took note that the audience were increasing in numbers. Vehicles started to arrive with groups of people loaded up inside them.
"No, not all the time, it just happened that they're performing here today to, uh, accommodate their show but these people tour around, they perform in the arena too back in town sometimes," Jeff replied, Annie nodded her head in acknowledgement. "You know kid, your grandma never approved these sorts of things that I enjoy, I only got my freedom to return back to my passion right when she left me," he chuckled, Annie's smile disappeared.
"Well, I'll be here to enjoy it with you from now on, Gramps," she assured him, Jeff merely nodded his head, he hoped that she will be.
When the wrestling tournament began, Annie could only look at her grandfather with a frown on her face. There was blood almost everywhere and pure violence. She knew she should've expected it but she'd never expected the show to be so extreme. To make matters worse, her grandfather had chosen the spot right in front of the carnage. Annie shook her head as her grandfather chuckled at her initial reaction after the first blood sighting, Annie sat on her seat in pure silence as she took in the bloody violence that unfolded before her. Around the ring, the audience seemed to want more of the blood and violence, they demanded for more and booed if they don't get some.
The next match was announced to be a "Fans Bring the Weapons" match and Annie was almost relieved that her grandfather didn't brought anything to further surprise and frighten her. The audience cheered loudly when the competitors stepped into the ring. One was a bald burly man by the name of Nick Gage, he wore a Chicago Bulls jersey and it made him easily distinguishable. On the other hand, his opponent by the name Jon Moxley was a man who has a more defined athletic physique than Gage, he wore nothing but his shoes and a pair of dirty indigo blue jeans, his hair was a mass of mess on top of his head. The match was a violent one and Annie spent most of the time flinching at every blow each man received from one another. They used several of the fan's weapons to aid themselves during the match, from aluminium baking trays to a crowbar. Both men beat each other up until blood was running down their faces, Nick Gage's white Chicago Bulls jersey tainted red and Jon Moxley's bare chest covered with welts and blood.
The match was painfully slow to Annie's disappointment since she wanted nothing but to get out of the gory show, but the crowd loved it as they cheered at the competitors. At one point, one of the competitors, Jon Moxley stumbled on the ground in front of Annie and her grandfather, it gave them an extremely good view of what unfolded as Gage approached him. Jon Moxley used the metal barrier that separated the wrestlers from the audience to get up weakly, blood gushed out of his forehead to Annie's horror and she had a full view of it. Jon Moxley took his time getting up while he couched loudly, and as he turned to look at the crowd with a charismatic sparkle on blue eyes and a grin on his face, Annie was even more mortified. It didn't took very long for his vibrant blue eyes to spot her, especially because she's seated right in front of him and as Gage tore him away, Annie's face reddened when Jon Moxley winked her way.
"What's with you and men lately, Annie?" out loud grandfather asked curiously, after he witnessed Jon Moxley's actions. Annie merely watched Jon Moxley as he got beaten to pulp, and remained quiet. It's almost funny that she knocked the wrestler Jon Moxley last night and here he was, bleeding and being knocked around by his opponent yet he remained awake.
After the show, Annie was almost relieved that everything's over. While her grandfather returned to the truck with their chairs and cooler, Annie carried a bag containing their rubbish, as she searched for the rubbish bin. A part of her still felt quite shaken after she learned that the stranger from last night was a wrestler named Jon Moxley. She's certain it was him although she can't exactly recall what the stranger looked like last night but they have the same eyes, she's positive about that. Finally, she spotted a rubbish bin and quietly, she approached it.
"Fancy seeing you here," she turned at the sound of a familiar raspy voice and she instantly came face to face…face to chest with Jon Moxley, dried blood was present all over his muscular chest all the way to his face. Annie caught a whiff of his scent, a mixture of sweat, blood, nicotine and his body spray as she carefully looked up at him, her hazel eyes clashed with his intense baby blue orbs.
"Can I help you with anything?" softly, she asked as she turned back around to put her bag of trash in the bin. Jon watched her, blue eyes narrowed.
"Yes, as a matter of fact you can by starting off with an apology," he told her, he sounded smug and Annie crinkled her nose as she watched him while he ran a hand through his already messy hair, messing it some more. There was something about his raggedness that she found quite…attractive.
"An apology?" she sounded surprised it made Jon frown. She should be awarded an Oscar for her acting skills, he thought bitterly to himself. His blue eyes looked at her, unlike last night, he can look at her today with the bight sunlight that allowed him to study her face properly. There was nothing extraordinary about her, she have things that any skanks from the bar downtown would have, long dark hair, hazel eyes, plump lips, sun kissed skin, nice tits… nothing special and he wondered to himself why he'd been thinking about her all morning.
"Yes sunshine, an apology, I believe you punched my handsome face last night," cockily, he told her as he pointed at his bloody face, Annie held back the laughter that bubbled inside her. Handsome? Would she call this bloody mass of face handsome? No…not at all…even if looking at him and being so close to him was making her knees weak and her cheeks red. The honking sound of her grandfather's Chevy got Annie tearing her gaze away from his bloody face only to see that her grandfather was waiting for her, waving as he stuck his head out of the window.
"I-I should go," quickly she told him and before Jon could hold her hostage like last night, she came running towards the truck to his dismay.
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