Arms of an Angel Chapter 31, a wrestling fanfic

Finally the chapter where you learn why I picked this title for the story.

I suggest you listen to Sarah McLachlans "Angel" for this.

Chapter 31

The reception and the following dinner were great. It was a small gathering, but all the more intimate and everyone got along great.

After dinner Jon and me got up to slice up our wedding cake. It was a pretty simple 2 story cake with white marzipan on the outside and chocolate cake on the inside, picking up the theme of my wedding ring again. The marzipan Groom and Bride were too cute. I had a little Mox husband with trunks and all (my choice) and Jon had a perfectly beautiful image of me as his marzipan wife (his choice, I couldn't relate to Mrs Perfect though).

"Remember your promise!" I warned both my husband and Colby who sneaked closer and closer.

"I am innocent!" Colby raised his hands but smiled like a little kid. And that made me very, very nervous.

"I cut, you stand guard." I instructed Jon and even traded places so he was closer to Colby.

"What am I supposed to do?" Jon asked acting clueless.

"Sacrifice the cake if necessary."

Our guests snickered and laughed and Colby made several mock attempts to get to us and Jon blocked them every time.

I was more than relieved when I had cut the cake to serve Jon and I a piece and I pressed a fork in his hand.

"We did it." My face lit up because Colby hadn't managed to bath our faces in cake.

"You did it. I am Jon Moxley baby." He grabbed the plate and pushed his face in the cake, rubbing it around and laughing like a maniac.

I should have known. Someone who was not afraid of barbed wire and steel chairs, wouldn't mind presing his face in a piece of cake.

Colby clapped extaticly and high fived my husband.

"You little shits. I wanted this to end clean and not sticky."

"Too bad wife, you married a sticky son of a bitch." And he grabbed me and kissed me and I could taste the sweet cake. A little later he released me and Leighla was by my side to clean up the mess. It was okay, all things considered and the cake tasted damn fine or was it my husband?

Jon looked worse for the ware and had to leave shortly to get himself cleaned up.

The cake was offered to the other guests and we sat down again.

Jon returned, his hair slightly wet, not dripping though, and he was just wearing his dress shirt now, smoking jacket and bow tie were gone.

"Oh, I like this." I said, ruffling his damp hair.

"I am glad you do. Now give me a piece of cake wife." I grinned and pushed my piece over to him.

"You are a crazy crazy person Jon. But thank you for not keeping this promise. It was fun."

"I know that you need a little push sometimes to discover your wild side Sam. I know you, never forget that." He kissed the side of my head and ate his cake.

The time for speeches came and I got a little excited because Joe and Colby were definitely able to pull something great out of their sleeves.

Joe was the first one to tap his knife against his glass and conversations stopped.

"When Jon and me met back in 2011 I had the utmost respect for the man. I was in the business only a year back than, and when Jon joined the FCW and I learned that he is already a veteran in the squared circle I was deeply impressed. I was even more impressed when I found out about the many obstacles he had to face to come to the FCW. And what touched me the most was the fact, that he did it all on his own. I am a part of a big family. I had always someone to ask for help, for a good advice. Jon did it all on his own. In 2012 when we were put together with Colby in a three man tag team I was glad. For one because I could learn so much from both of them. They had both over 10 years of experience under their belts and I was willing to soak it all in. The other reason I was glad to be put with Jon was the fact that finally he would have two guys he could rely on, inside and outside of the ring. Because I was willing to break down his walls and become his friend no matter how hardheaded he might prove to be.

Imagine my surprise when Jon told me about a girl, back in Germany for that matter, that he called his best friend. He told me: Big guy, I appreciate what you are doing, but I already have a best friend. You can be my brother from another mother though."

Everyone laughed at that and I looked at Jon shortly and he was fighting his emotions. I squeezed his hand.

"Well, that day I became his brother and we adopted each other. But I was also intrigued about this woman back in Germany. To be honest, and now I know that Sam had to face similar prejudice with her friends, well I thought for a while, that Jon had made her up. A girl, his best friend, his trustee? Well, nah, I don't believe that. So when he invited her, I was excited.

He brought her over to a bbq and when I opened the door and saw her face get from anxious, to utter surprise, to shock I thought: Well, at least she is real. She won my heart after her second sentence, when she mentioned Three Minute Warning without knowing that Rosey is my brother. She was a cracker and you could feel the connection between Jon and Sam. So, I liked this German Girl, but I was also skeptical if the relationship could work out. A whole ocean would separate them, and Jon is someone, when he likes you, he likes to keep you close. So I wanted to support their love but I also wanted to protect my brother. And they faced some crossroads but it was Jon who told us one night in Germany that we should tell WWE that he would get a car and drive to Sam. It was in the middle of the night, I don't know how he even got the rental car at that time and he drove three hours to his girl. And when Colby and me saw him again two days later I knew that nothing would separate them again. Well Jon was a little bit surprised that Sam tried to fight him about an engagement, about moving to the USA. But when Jon has learned one thing in wrestling and rising from the independent scene to become a WWE superstar it was persistence. And he was persistent. Sam had lost this match when she opened her door to this street dog back in May 2013. She didn't know it just yet.

And she finally gave in to Jon in January. And now she is here and I know she is still a little bit scared because she left a world that she knew behind for a man she loves but also to enter a completely new life. And I want to tell both Jon and especially Sam, that Jessie and I, we are here for you. We are a part of your family and when you ever need us, call and we will be there. And I have a whole Samoan Clan behind me, so holler if you need more help. To Jonathan and Samantha, we love your dearly and we are happy for you on this day. All the best for the two of you."

"Hear, hear." Everyone said and and Jon and me looked at each other and I brushed my thump over Jon's eyes.

"Well, I thought I would never see the day where Roman says more than 4 words into a microphone."

That was Colby and again, smiles and laughs were around the table.

"Maybe it is because there is no microphone here, or Roman always kept us in the dark about his mic skills. Well Joe has featured Jon in his speech and it is my great honor, to put the spotlight on his beautiful wife.

Samantha is my best friend. I met her at the bbq Joe mentioned. She was quiet and shy when I first met her. I knew that I had to break the ice with her right away. And that night a routine was born, that Jon says he hates, but I know he secretly adores it. Whenever we meet, I would call out SAM!"

He stopped there, looking at me and I glanced at Jon, mouthed "sorry." and got up.

"COLBY!" I answered and we met in front of the table where he would gently swing me around twice.

"To this day I swear that Cesaro stole his swing from us!" Colby addressed the Swiss Superman and again everyone laughed.

I got back to my place, Jon was shaking his head, trying to hide his smile.

"Well, back to the topic. So we have our signature move. This shy girl was the woman Jon called his soul mate. Interesting. Me and my girl Leighla decided, that both of them needed a little push in the right direction and we tried to point out to them, that they finally admit their love for each other. And they did! I like to think of us as the reason you enjoy this great food tonight."

Colby looked proudly around and Jon flipped him playfully off.

"Thank you. Thank you. Well, I found out that Sam really is special and I started to understand Jon. We talked a lot on the phone, well we goofed around mostly, but we became really close.

Imagine my happiness when Sam finally realized that she couldn't get rid of Jon Good and she tapped out. Now I had my brother and my best friend together and we spent a lot of time together.

She is a rare gem and we, Leighla and myself are happy to celebrate this day with you, Jon and Sam. I want to point out what Joe already pointed out. Sam, don't be afraid of this new life. You have me and Leighla on this side of the ocean as well. We are your friends and we will be there for you and your husband when you need us. Samantha I am happy that you stepped into our lives and I don't want to loose you because you are my best friend. Thanks for taking this step and thanks for making my brother better each day, happier each day and whole. Thanks."

"Hear Hear." Again, and this time Jon brushed away a tear from my eyes. And then he got up.

"Well, this is not traditional. But this wedding isn't traditional and this marriage will not be traditional. And as you all know, give me a chance to speak and I will blow your minds. Because one thing I am really good at is talking."

"There are other things as well." I pointed out and Jon winked at me.

"Okay, here goes. Sam dropped a cup of HOT coffee on me the first time we met. And it hurt. My chest looked like I just took 10 punches from Sheamus. Or one from Ric Flair."

He smirked along with all the other wrestlers.

"Well, it hurt but hurt was a constant companion for me back then. I would wake up in the morning after a match and every bone in my body would hurt. I would pop a pill just to get up and it got better once I was on my feet. I would somehow live through the day, waiting for the evening to have my next match. Instead of a pill I would have a drink before the match just to get me through it. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE wrestling and I did do pills and drinks to do what I love. That night I had a match and for the first time in weeks I entered the match sober because somehow I had talked Sam into coming and watching me fight. So I did perform that night like I hadn't done in a long time. It felt amazing. I won and I took Sam out to dinner afterwards. McDonalds it was. I was a fancy kind of guy back then."

Jon grinned like a maniac and the others chuckled.

"He had me pay for the food by the way, he was out of Euros that night." I inserted.

"True, but I paid you back, didn't I?"

He looked at me and I made a pause, looking around and I counted with my fingers from 3 to 1 because all the wrestlers knew the answer and at one they all said: "NOPE."

They laughed and hooted and Jon pushed his hand in his pocket.

"I always thought I paid you back. What was it? 9,95 €, right? Here. Keep the change love."

He pushed 10 Euros in my hand and that warmed my heart.

"Debts are paid now, back to my story. So, we ate, we talked and it got late. Here is Jon Moxley, smooth talker, flirt and he was trying to talk this girl back into his hotel room. And what did Sam do? Told me no. NO! Okay Jon, get your act together. The girl has class and style, she isn't your normal ring rat, and maybe, just maybe she wasn't lying about the fact that she didn't know you. Imagine Jon Moxley. He had to realize that a) someone didn't know him, what the fuck?! And imagine Jon Good. Scared to be used for his wrestling career.

So I upped my A game, telling Sam that she could come back to the hotel with me, and we would talk. Just talk, because the past couple of hours were the best damn hours of my life. And I was not having sex I just TALKED to her. Imagine the sex we have now by the way."

I kicked Jon's shin and he laughed.

"So I was daring her to come with me. And she took a big risk. She didn't know me, I was bigger and stronger than her and she had seen me in the ring as Jon Moxley. In my mind this was a test. a.) Would she come with me and drop the good girl act and sleep with me? Score for me. b.) Would she not come with me and leave? Too bad because than the connection I thought I was feeling for her was not real. Loss for me. c.) She would come with me and we would spent the night talking. Big trouble for me, because hell I didn't want some kind of connection to anyone. No deep connection. Cut the soul mate crap. Guess what? This woman told me that she would come with me. That she would trust me. Hell, I didn't trust myself back then and now she would trust me? Okay Jon, uncertain waters, proceed with utmost care. So we went back to the hotel, she would drop down on the bed at one side and I would get on the bed at the other side, a good 2 feet between us. And we talked. And talked. Until at four am she fell asleep. And I realized that I was not drunk. I was not under the influence of pain killers and I was tired. And good. I didn't hurt. And I fell asleep as well, sober for the first time in month. And in the morning we woke up and the pain was back, because that won't change overnight, no matter how special the person. Sam looked at me that morning, seeing my pain and suggested the most ridiculous thing in the world. Try MSM, it works for me, she said. MSM is organic sulfur, it helps against chronic pains. I thought, yeah, yeah, you have no idea and I HAD to pop a pill just to get up and for the first time I felt guilty because Sam would look at me. Not judgmental but concerned and not with pity but with understanding.

She turned my world upside down in one night. One night! Before she left she took an hour to teach me how to skype. So we could stay in contact. I thought well, that would die down quickly. But it didn't. And back in the USA I went to a pharmacy looking for MSM. And it helped. It helped dull chronic pain for me. And it didn't make me dizzy. I was wide awake and pain free. Damn, this woman is magical. She also talked me out of alcohol. I became sober, only having a beer every couple of weeks. I was good and I was recognized by the WWE. Finally! Did I tell you that this woman is magical? Since she came into my life she changed it for the better. Every little step.

She was worth every fight, every sleepless night, every mile that I drove to get her here today. She was my savior and I will be forever loyal to her. I hope one day I can make up to her all the things that I lack. We both need to figure this marriage out as we go, but we will fight for it, and we will make each other better every day. With her at my side I am a better man. And with me at her side, she will reach the potential she often doesn't want to see. Well, I will make her see. I will make her Bo-lieve."

Now the guests cracked down.

"I mean. I will make her BE-lieve. Believe in us. Believe..."

"In the Shield." Joe and Colby said and I was now really tearing up.

"No tears Sam." Leighla said and brushed away the tears without ruining the makeup.

I got up and embraced Jon and whispered. "I love you so much. Thanks for fighting for us when I was weak." "That's what tag team partners are for." he whispered back.

"Oh and Sam, I am not done yet. Sorry baby." I sighed because it was slowly getting a bit too much for me.

"I know we said we wouldn't buy each other presents because this night with our friends and the marriage itself was our present. Well, you know I sometimes don't listen too well. And I got you something." Jon grabbed inside his trouser pocket and pulled out a keychain.

"I know Las Vegas wasn't your first choice to live at. If you could have chosen, we would be living next to Bryan and Brie in Aberdeen or in Davenport next to Colby and Leighla."

Both couples laughed. "Well, that is not for me. But I am willing to make compromises. So I got us a vacation home." I gasped. I hated fancy presents. And a second home? One he BOUGHT not rented? Oh wow.

"It is at Lake Tahoe, in the woods. It a 90 minutes flight there, and a 40 minute drive when I drive." He grinned and I stuck out my tongue.

"Well, it is secluded and pretty nice according to my friend. And I would love to take you there next chance we get. We won't make it this weekend though, the flights to Greenville suck."

"That doesn't matter." I said my voice breaking. I hugged my husband and couldn't let him go for a long while. "Thanks Jon. Thanks. I don't care what the house looks like. I appreciate the thought and it means the world to me. Thank you."

"You're welcome baby. Well, that were the speeches. Someone said that even if we don't have a traditional wedding there has to be dancing. And that someone said, that Sam and me have to do the first dance. We both don't do that fancy dance moves, so sorry to disappoint. And the song that we picked baby...I changed that. If this ever leaves this room I will all hunt you down. I picked a song that Sam and me like very much. A song that speaks to us both. It is Angel by Sarah McLachlan. May I have the first dance Samantha?" Jon held out his hand and I took it.

He escorted me to the small dance floor and the song started.

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

That song was fitting for both Jon and I. The first verse was matching me, the second verse was Jon.

It was beautiful and maybe we couldn't dance fancy but we held each other, softly swaying, my head on his shoulder.

"This feels good. We should go dancing more often." Jon whispered and my answer was me stepping on his foot. "Oh, sorry." I mumbled grinning.

"Little shit." He said endearingly and after the song ended other couples filled the dance floor and the music changed to more danceable stuff.

We got back to our seats a while later and Jon pulled his phone out. "Oh don't let the others see." I warned and he just shrugged.

"So, I have some pictures of the house on here. Help me figure it out." He pressed the phone in my hand and I scrolled through his photos. "There. That's the house. Two beds, two baths, so we can take someone with us there if we choose we want company. You are basically living in the woods and I swear when I see a bear on my front porch we will never go there again." "Can we go in winter?" Jon raised an eyebrow. "Most likely no unless you want me to hobble around."

"Ahh yes, old man and his hip." I teased. "I show you what the old man is still capable of later Sam, don't worry." "I'm looking forward to that."

"Hey newly weds, how are you?" It was Colby, obviously a little drunk and in a really good mood.

"We are fine Colby. Thanks for your beautiful speech." I replied and ruffled his already ruffled hair.

"Don't touch the mane Sammy." he warned. "Oh Pegaseth, don't be so touchy." Jon said and I had to laugh. "Where is the thoroughbred anyway?" Jon asked.

"Getting his daughter to bed." Colby replied.

"You know what I am really looking forward to? That Sam comes with us on the road now, and that after a couple of weeks we don't need to make travel arrangements anymore because she will do that for us. That is haven."

"Yeah, you just have to teach me everything I need to know." "Oh I will do that, don't worry."

AN:

There is still one more wedding chapter to come, but I am not sure that I will be able to post it before next Monday. I have to edit it, maybe I want to write it a little longer as well.

The reason why I won't be able to post it earlier is the recent WWE tour in Europe.

I will attend one event in Germany (Oberhausen! Yay.) with the Smackdown stars on Friday.

And on Saturday my girl bella315 and I (see I learned!) will go to Rotterdam together to see our boys and especially our muse DEAN! (the RAW roster).

We are totally excited and hopefully return with tons of stuff to share.

We return to Germany on Sunday so that's a good reason for not being able to post, right? And maybe, just maybe I will post chapter 32 before Thurdays, it depends :)

Talk to you all later. Stay safe, read & review and BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD!