Street Fighter Girl

Chapter 1: Before WWE

[Suicide Bliss]   *2 weeks before*

I was getting ready for my fight against Michael Barons. I was in my clothes (pic at the top) and I just put my shoes on.

I walk to the street and watch for cops then go down the alley. I hold the custom made dog tags Jon gave me before he walked out.

I get to the fight and the ones that know me start telling the guy they're gonna die. I see Sami and we hug. We release and I take off my jacket and necklace. I gave them to Sami.

"This is a fight that will go on until no one can anymore! First! Representing Cleveland... Michael "Deranged" Barons!!" Bryan announces.

His buddies cheered.

"And his opponent! Representing Cincinnati... Suicide "Unhinged" Bliss!!" Bryan announces.

Michael and I go face to face then go to our corners.

~skip the fight~

I was a bloody mess. Michael was a bloody mess. Neither of us have given up. He slaps me and I froze. I begin shaking in anger.

"Uh-oh!" My friends yell.

"She's in Moxley mode!!" Sami yells.

I growl and go after michael. I go with left and rights then he falls back. As soon as he's on his feet and I back him into the wall and begin kneeing him then throw rights and lefts. I got him in the temple twice and he was out.

I was taken off and my friends go insane. I smirk and wipe some blood from my mouth.

"Your winner! Cincinnati's own, Suicide "Unhinged" Bliss!!" Bryan yells.

I get my jacket and dog tags then go to Bryan. He hands me my money and I smirk then walk off, counting it. 30k. I chuckle and go to my pick up truck.

I put my jacket on the passenger seats with my money and dog tags on it. I heard a tap on my window and look to see... Triple H?

I open my door and step out. I stand up and see him hold up a towel. I take it.

"Thanx." I say.

"No problem. I saw what you did... That's some really good stuff. Good amount of money." He says.

"Thanx. I made 30 thousand tonite." I say.

"What would you say if I said that I could double that?" He asks.

"What?" I ask.

"Look. I saw what you did to that guy. He was twice your size and weight. He looked like a Brock Lesnar wannabe. You were throwing out combos and wrestling moves. I can tell you do martial arts and you got the fitness body and he skill. WWE could use you." He says.

"Look... I love WWE. Been a big fan since I was a kid. And I appreciate that. But an "old friend" of mine I hadn't seen in about a year might be there and I don't want anything to do with him anymore." I say.

"Who is it?" He asks.

I hesitate then sigh.

"I don't know if he changed his name but out here... His name was Jon Moxley. His name is Jonathan Good." I say.

"Dean Ambrose... Jon's new name." He says.

I nod.

"Look... You look like a strong girl. Mentally, emotionally... And definitely physically... We need girls like you. He's in a group called The Shield. I think you'd be amazing for them. You don't have to be best friends forever with him or any of them. Just on screen. Please." He says.

He extends his hand. I stare at his hand then sigh.

"Fine." I say and shake his hand.

"Thank you." He says and I nod.

He gives me all the information, my schedule, we exchanged numbers, and then he told me I start in two weeks.

We said our goodbyes and I drove home. If I see Jonathan, I don't know what I'm gonna do. I eventually got home and went inside.

"Daddy!" I call out.

"I'm in the garage, sweetheart!" I hear.

I go out to the garage and see my dad working on my motorcycle. I smile and walk over.

"What's up, darlin?" He asks.

"Guess who just became a new WWE diva." I sing.

"No way." He says.

"Yup." I say.

He gets up and he had the biggest smile on his face and I laugh. He picks me up and spins me around as I laugh.

"My 23 year old daughter is joining the WWE!" He shouts and I laugh.

He puts me down and kisses my head.

"Let's go clean you up and you can tell me about how this happened and how much cash u made tonite." Dad says.

I nod and we go to the kitchen. I sit on the counter and start explaining as he cleaned my cuts and put ice on my bruises and forming bruises.

"Damn." He says.

"You goin all Farooq on me?" I ask and he laughs.

"Go get some rest. I'm gonna go call Hunter and explain our situation." He says.

I nod and he kisses my forehead. I kiss his cheek then go to my room. I change into sweats and a tank top then crawl into bed.

I look at the picture on my nightstand and sigh. It was me and Jon at my senior prom. He had graduated that previous year.

He was my date because I pretty much rejected everyone else or the guys bullied me. I wipe a year and tear and put it down. I saw a text from a guy I've been talking to.

I remember why I do what I do: Play guys by flirting, making out, and sex to get my mind off of Jon.

Yet, I fail every time I try. Every time, I'm with someone, there's only one face I see.

And that's the man that I gave my life and virginity to....

Jonathan Good.