Chapter 29
Wednesday morning rolled around with Jon and Jecina packing up to catch their 10 AM flight to Chicago.
After getting back from the arena last night, Jon and Jecina spent some time in bed before he pulled out his phone, showing her a few ads in various states. Montana, Colorado, Maine, New York -they both agreed that wasn't happening- and even Michigan. Jecina smiled the entire time through it, but it was all phony and it made her anxiety shoot through the roof. Jon didn't notice, thankfully, and sex was a great distraction and prevented her from going off the deep-end. He was absolutely serious about moving in together as soon as possible; the man wasn't screwing around and Jecina realized she had to tell him once they were in Chicago. She had to tell him things had to slow down and confess how she truly felt regarding trusting him. If they wound up on separate shows, Jecina already decided she would have to end their relationship because of her trust issues.
The phone ringing on the nightstand broke Jecina out of her thoughts as she reached out to grab it while Jon was smoking a cigarette on the balcony. "Hello?"
"Jecina, it's Stephanie McMahon. How are you?"
Why was one of the boss's calling them at 7 AM in the morning? "Fine, we were just getting ready to leave to head out to the airport to catch our flight home…"
"Ah well, you're gonna have to cancel those flights. I need to speak with Jon immediately, in our hotel suite. It's regarding his upcoming feud with Ambrose."
"Oh." Jecina didn't know what else to say and turned her eyes to Jon standing on the balcony. "Well, the tickets are non-refundable…"
Stephanie smiled softly, understanding where Jecina was coming from because all the talent within WWE were responsible for their own traveling. "Don't worry about it. I will cover it, just let me know how much it is to rebook your flight for a later time today and I'll write you a check for compensation. You can even come down with Jon, if you want. Just fair warning, Dean will be here too."
Great, Jecina thought bitterly, knowing Jon wouldn't be happy about this because he wanted to do more house hunting on their 2 days off. Now it would be more like 1 ½ days off by the time they arrived home. "We'll be down as soon as he's finished smoking, Stephanie."
"Good, thank you."
"What's going on, precious?"
Jecina dropped the phone on the book and sighed, rubbing her temples because she felt a tension headache coming on. "Stephanie said you need to report to her hotel suite immediately to discuss your upcoming feud with Ambrose." A hint of disdain entered her voice at the mention of the man's name. She couldn't hold it back, not after what happened between them the previous day in the hotel parking lot. "She said I could come, but…"
"You'd rather not." Jon surmised, not blaming her and walked over to pull her into his arms, kissing her forehead. "Stay here. Order some breakfast for us and tell the hotel we'll be staying for at least a couple more hours." Why the hell did Stephanie want to talk to him and Dean in her hotel room instead of at the arena?
"Stephanie said she'll cover the expense of having to rebook our flight. So make sure you grab the check from her before you leave." Jecina informed him, closing her eyes as his lips attached to her neck briefly and clung to him. "Moxley, don't start what you can't finish…"
He chuckled in a soft rasp in her ear, his voice low and gritty. "Who says I can't?"
"The boss. Stephanie will be pissed if you don't get down there since I'm sure she has her own flight to catch. Go on, we'll have plenty of time together when we're home in our bed later." Jecina had to break away from him and shoved him gently but firmly toward the door.
"You are no fun." Jon grunted with a smirk, then closed the distance between them and covered her mouth with his, his hand cupping the back of her neck. "I love you, Jina."
"I know. I love you too." It was the truth. She did love him, more than she'd ever loved any man in her life, but she wished she could trust him. "Go on before she calls again."
Watching him walk out, Jecina sat on the bed and buried her face in her hands, letting a few tears fall now that she was alone. She had to tell Jon when they got home. There was no choice anymore or else this would end up tearing her apart from the inside out.
"All right Princess, this better be good to have to rebook my fucking flight today."
"Moxley, be a little more respectful to our BOSS." Dean was already there waiting, a cup of coffee in hand and shook his head.
Stephanie was more than used to Jon's crassness and merely gestured him inside, closing the door behind her. "Believe me, Moxley, if I could've waited to tell you this until Friday for the house shows, I would have. But my Dad had a meeting with the writers and they've decided to do something different with you and Dean."
Jon groaned, not liking the sound of that. "Great, they're not splitting us up, are they?"
"Fuck." Dean growled, no longer and amused and set his coffee down. "So what does Vince want us to do?"
"Oh no, you misunderstand me, boys." Stephanie grinned, walking over to grab her own cup of coffee and sat down in the highbacked chair between the two of them. "You see, we were going to have you split up at the Extreme Rules event coming up in a couple weeks, but…my Dad wants to do it sooner. Sooner as Monday on Raw sooner."
Both Jon and Dean looked at each other and then at her, eyes wide.
"So, what we're gonna have a match at Extreme Rules then?"
"Because I am fucking DOWN with that shit!"
"We want this to be a major blowout between the two of you before you go your separate ways. We still haven't decided who is going where, not entirely, for the draft, but I will tell you for certain you two will be split up. That means one of you will be on Raw and the other will be on Smackdown!. Now, with that being said, your match at Extreme Rules is going to be the first ever Asylum match." Stephanie announced, beaming from ear to ear and felt giddy at the perplexed expressions on their faces. "Basically, Dean is going to be the one who turns on you, Jon. He's going to beat you down so badly, you need a full week off to heal from it. When you return, you're going to call him out to the ring and tell him that Shane gave you a match with ANY stipulation you wanted. It's a cage match, just so you guys know, but you have to win via pin fall or submission, kinda like a Hell in a Cell match, but there's going to be…weapons and devises to use against each other dangling from the top of the cage. It'll be open, by the way, and suspended with rope that will easily be ripped from. What do you think?"
This sounded too good to be true and Jon could feel the energy pulsating through him. The first ever Asylum match. They could make this pretty barbaric, while still clinging to the PG rating, if done right. That meant he'd have to work closely with his twin for the next couple weeks to ensure this went off without any problems. Hell, Jon didn't even mind getting a beatdown from his brother because, honestly, he would be walking out of the Asylum match the winner. The only person he knew would have a problem with this was Jecina, but she'd have to get over it. This was business and both twins were professional enough to keep it that way.
"Fuck, you know I'm in. This sounds wicked!" Jon exclaimed, rubbing his hands together excitedly and could see the trepidation on his twin's face. "Come on, Ambrose, live a little!"
Dean was well aware of Jon's history prior to coming to the WWE and turning his life upside down. The man was in some of the most barbaric, bloody matches he'd ever seen in his life. Back when he was with Liliya, they would stay up and watch the matches on YouTube – his brother, much to his chagrin, had a huge fan following that came from the Indy's to the WWE. Jon had made a name for himself even before stepping foot here while Dean had to scratch and claw for every opportunity because he came up strictly through the WWE training program.
"Good, glad to hear it. Just…nothing TOO crazy, okay?" Stephanie cautioned, already knowing there was a fine line when it came to Jon and wanted to make it clear it was to remain a safe, CLEAN match. "Now then, do you two have any questions for me?"
What Stephanie didn't know wouldn't hurt her and, with what Jon had in mind, if he wound up being fined, so be it. It would be worth it. "Nope."
Dean shook his head. "No, Stephanie. Thank you for this opportunity. We won't let you down."
It was uncanny how black and white, day and night, these two were. Usually, twins had SOME similarities, but in the 2 years Stephanie had known Jon, -going on 4 years for Dean because of the Shield days- she'd never seen a set of twins so polar opposite. She smiled at Dean, already knowing he'd put his best foot forward and do everything he could to make this work. Moxley, on the other hand, was a wild card and she was curious to see what he had in mind for this upcoming match.
"Wait a minute, what?"
"Yeah! An Asylum match, can you believe that shit?! I'm gonna officially be away from that asshole come Monday, receive a beating and then it'll give me a week off to house hunt for us while you're on the road! Isn't that great?!" Jon was hyped up, his adrenaline pumping and bounced up and down on the heels of his feet while talking to Jecina.
Stephanie and Vince, the entire WWE, had LOST THEIR MINDS! Why the HELL were they putting the twins through this, knowing their disdain for each other?! This was a catastrophe waiting to happen! He mentioned house hunting again and Jecina felt the nausea returning, more than before, and actually ran to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach. She'd just finished breakfast when Jon came strolling in with a grin on his face a mile wide and announced what the meeting was about. They were going to tear each other apart in that match. The fact Jon had to take a beating from Dean sickened her further because, in her eyes, Jon would be the better heel than Dean! However, whoever received the beating would win the Asylum match and something told her Jon wanted to win more than anything. It would be their only match together because Stephanie had plans for both men afterwards to go their separate ways. She hadn't touched based on it though.
"Precious, are you okay?" Jon sighed, knowing she was upset about the upcoming feud and match with Dean and rubbed her back gently. "Everything is gonna work out…"
"No, it's not…"
Jecina pulled back from the toilet, once she was sure everything was off her stomach and leaned back to where her head pressed against the wall. She took the towel Jon handed her, wiping her mouth off and let a few tears flow down her cheeks. How did he expect her to react? Dean was still in love with her and she already knew, after the poisonous words she spewed at him, he would try to legitimately hurt Jon. She was also referring to the house hunting bit, but THAT talk would have to wait until later. There was no way she could tell him how she truly felt, not after hearing this news.
She would not take the winds out of his sails.
"Jina, are you sure nothing is going on? Nothing else is bothering you?" Jon demanded, his electric blues full of concern as he helped her up from the floor and guided her to the sink, flushing the toilet for her. "You're not pregnant, are you?"
Jecina had just taken a drink of water from the sink and began choking, not expecting that question to come out of his mouth. "W-WHAT?! No – no I'm not pregnant!" She squawked, forest green orbs wide as saucers while staring at him through the reflection in the mirror.
"Then what the fuck is going on with you?" Jon was sick of playing this game and waiting for her to come around to tell him what was on her mind. "Something's wrong. I can feel it. You're hiding something from me, woman."
Her blood ran cold at that moment and Jecina wondered how long Jon had sensed this. "N-Nothing is wrong besides the fact my boyfriend is about to be shredded by his twin brother, who is still fucking in love with me!" She ran back to the toilet, vomiting again.
Jon snorted, folding his arms in front of his chest while staring down at her astutely. "He can be in love with you all he fucking wants. Doesn't change the fact he HAS to be professional about this, just like I do." Squatting down to be eyelevel with her, after she pulled her head out the porcelain bowl again, Jon slid a finger down her cheek. "Are you SURE nothing else is bothering you? You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm not the best communicator, but I can sense something is going on with you, precious."
Not today, not now, Jecina thought, staring into his eyes and slowly shook her head, trying to crack the barest hint of a smile. "No. Nothing is going on. I'm a little…stressed out about the house hunting, but I know we'll find the right house and the right state to move to. I just have to stop overthinking everything." The lie poured out of her mouth smoothly and it made her even more nauseous.
After she rinsed her mouth out and brushed her teeth, Jon pulled her into his arms to passionately kiss her, his hands sliding down to squeeze her backside. "When does our flight leave today?" He rumbled, not fazed by the fact she'd just tossed her cookies a few times over the meeting news with Stephanie.
"I couldn't get one until tonight at 7." Jecina answered quietly, caressing his chest with her hands and felt him slowly back her up to the bed until her knees hit the edge, her back colliding with the mattress. "Jon, I just puked…"
"You think that bothers me?" He chuckled ruefully, guiding her arms up above her head to lace their fingers together. "Are you still feeling sick?"
"No…"
"Then I'm fucking my woman and then we're getting some rest before our flight tonight."
Jecina couldn't argue with him and succumbed to the fiery desire only she experienced with Jon, clinging to him for dear life.