Author's Note: Just a quick reminder: as in my other story, anything that sounds like a "fact" is taken from interviews and Q&A's with Ambrose(most from his Moxley days) that are on the internet.

Chapter Two

Jon sat at the bar nursing the last of his beer. He hadn't drunk more than one beer in about a year. Anyone who knew him knew that was a victory in and of itself. Back in his Indy wrestling days he used to practically live on alcohol and Ramen Noodles due to a lack of money. The matches he participated in didn't pay much, and he didn't have a "regular" job. Wrestling was all he ever wanted to do, so he lived on whatever money he got from it.

When he had arrived at the bar he only intended on having just one beer, but as he sat at the bar he decided he'd drink as many as he wanted. It was still fairly early Wednesday evening; roughly 8:30PM, and he wasn't due back on the road until Friday. He could drink a little bit and relax without any issues, as long as he didn't do it while on the road for work. He never realized what his night would end up turning into, though.

Drinking the last mouthful of the dark yellow liquid, he held the glass up to signal to one of the bartenders he was ready for another. "Chas, can you get that refill for me, please," Jon heard the one call to the girl standing closest to him. The girl cautiously approached him, swiped his empty glass from in front of him and quickly replaced it with a full glass before walking away from him. No greeting, no parting words. She just took the empty glass and quickly snatched the empty one. Jon thought it was rather rude of her, but he decided to let it slide and focus his attention on the new beer she had placed before him.

When the guy at the end of the bar requested a refill and Tara asked her to get it, she was nervous. Initially Chasity wasn't positive it was who she thought it was. She thought maybe she was just being silly and it was someone who looked like him, but as she approached him to refill his beer and observed him better there was definitely no mistaking it; it was most definitely Jon. Yes, his hair was substantially shorter since the last time she saw him, and he had a ton more muscle mass from working out for work now than he did then, but it was absolutely him.

She placed the new full glass in front of him and quickly snatched his empty glass without saying a word to him; she didn't even make eye contact with him. She knew not saying anything to him was rude of her, but she hadn't seen him in ten years! She had no idea what she was supposed to say to him? He hadn't even acknowledged her when she put his beer down, which told her he didn't recognize her anyway. She shook the thoughts out of her head and went to help another customer at the other end of the bar.

Jon sat with his new beer in front of him as he watched the rude bartender. She looked familiar to him, but he had no idea why. He watched her head for the exit as he quickly downed the last of the beer from the glass and pushed it away for the other bartender to grab off the bar before he stood up and followed the familiar girl out the door. He glanced around the vicinity and saw her standing against the wall, her head rested back against it as her hands rested on her slightly protruding stomach, her eyes squeezed shut.

Jon studied her further as he cautiously approached her, as she had earlier in the bar when she was giving him his refill. He didn't want to startle her, but unfortunately, his boots kicked a random piece of broken glass across the walkway, catching her attention. Her eyes shot open and locked with Jon's icy blue ones. That was when the realization hit him. He knew where he knew her from.

Chasity quickly pulled herself off the wall, her hands dropping to her sides, and clenching into slight fists. It may have been ten years, but she still had a hunch he hadn't changed much, so she knew he wouldn't hurt her; that was never his style. But to protect herself, she made the fists at her sides and decided to attempt to keep up her 'rude' charade. She glared at him. "Why did you follow me out here? What are you stalking me now," she questioned. Jon shook his head. "Then why are you out here? Go away!" Jon smirked.

"You know I don't back down that easily, Chasity," he said, emphasizing her name, so she would know he knew exactly who she was.

Chasity couldn't help the look of shock that washed over her face. She was positive he hadn't recognized her. She had no idea how to respond, so she just stayed frozen. "Didn't think I recognized you, huh? Well, I'll admit, inside I didn't, but after I studied you a little more out here, it clicked." Chasity nodded.

As soon as the shock had completely worn off, Chasity pointed toward the door they came out minutes earlier. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, Jon, but my co-worker is probably looking for me. I told her I was only coming out for five minutes for some air, so I have to get back in there," Chasity told him, walking back toward the door. Jon silently followed her back inside and retook his seat at the end of the bar. Chasity slid another beer in his direction and then headed to a back room. Jon had no idea where she went but he had an uneasy feeling. He fought it down and drank his beer, awaiting Chasity's reappearance.

Chasity changed into a slight more revealing outfit that consisted of a purple tube top and a tight, short, black leather miniskirt to do her dance routine in. She knew this outfit wouldn't fit her much longer without revealing her secret, but she figured she'd wear it one last time while she could still fit in it before she finally retired it for good. Luckily this would be the only outfit she'd need for the night; as opposed to the three she used to need. Before getting pregnant she use to do three dances, but since she got pregnant she asked her boss if she could cut it back to one routine a night. He agreed, but only under the condition she'd be his "under cover prostitute", as he'd so graciously put it. It made her feel like a common whore every night, but she agreed because she felt she didn't have any other choice; she needed the job to pay for her doctor's visits.

Checking herself over one last time in the mirror she decided she was as good as she was going to get, so she slipped her high heeled wedges back on and walked out of the dressing room to the 'stand by' area located behind the stage, out of the bar patrons view. Peaking out the curtain Chasity saw Jon semi-watching her co-worker, but it was obvious she didn't have his full and undivided attention by the fact he kept stealing glances back at the door she'd disappeared through earlier. He was obviously looking for her.

Jon couldn't concentrate on the stripper currently performing her dance on stage. He was too worried about Chasity. She'd disappeared several minutes ago and had still yet to come back. He was just about to go looking for her when he realized the girl that had been dancing was no longer on the stage. Instead he looked up and his eyes grew to the size of saucers as they bulged out of his head. Up on the stage he caught sight of Chasity doing a strip-tease dance. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and had he not been seeing it with his own eyes he wouldn't have believed it. The girl that always wore pants and long sleeve shirts to school; the girl that never wore anything even remotely revealing, that same girl, Chasity, was now stripping for money... for a living. This absolutely shocked him.

Jon had seen enough after about five minutes. No way was a friend of his, the same friend who was so classy back in high school, going to degrade herself like this. Shoving his stool away from the bar he stood up and walked through the same door he'd seen Chasity walk through earlier, anger clear in his stance. He ignored Chasity's co-worker, who was screaming at him, telling him he couldn't go back there because it was for employees only. He didn't care. If they wanted to stop him they'd have to do so physically.

Chasity finished her dance routine, grabbed her clothing and the tips thrown at her during the dance, and headed back to the dressing room, but before she could get there to redress and return to her job helping Tara behind the bar, Mr. Smith stopped her. "Ms. Gains, follow me," he summonsed her. Chasity took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She knew where he was leading her, but she followed behind him silently. What else could she do? She had no choice. She'd agreed to do this in exchange for one dance a night, and that's what she'd have to stick to.

Neither Chasity nor Mr. Smith were aware Jon had heard the older man's order to Chasity and he was silently following behind them, hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit hallway they were walking in.