A Dangerous Game •Jon Moxley•

07; Let's Share Our Secrets

"Astrid! Stop! Let me explain!" Jon shouted, following me outside. I tried opening his car door but it was locked.

"Jon..please unlock the door. Please." I begged.

"Let me explain everything to you. It'll make so much more sense." He pleaded.

When I didn't respond, he took that as a yes.

"This all started when I started living with Jacob. With Kathie always at work, we got curious and always used to sneak out." He explained. "Well one day we were walking about town and saw a flyer for a pro wrestling event happening. Took us an hour to walk there, but when we walked through those doors, I was hooked."

"But why would you want to get beat up? On purpose?" I question.

"Because it gives me an excuse to take my anger out on someone and not get in trouble. I get paid to kick ass, raise some hell. Even gained a few fans, thinking about making my own merchandise." He smiled. "It's not barbaric, I think of it as a lifestyle. I love doing it. I feel so..at peace when I'm there. It's just me and another guy. I'm in control."

"I-I just don't think I could ever watch you getting hurt.." I sighed.

"You won't have too. What happened last night was a sneak attack. Son of a bitch did it outside. Usually I'm the one delivering ass whoopings." He chuckled.

"So who else knows you do this? How long have you been doing it?" I ask.

"When I turned fifteen, the owner, Ron, gave me training lessons for free. All I had to do was help sell tickets at the events. When I was sixteen, I started working shows. So technically two years I've been here." He answered.

"I'm assuming Kathie doesn't know? At all?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I know she'd disapprove. Jacob knows, only because I tell him everything. The buddies I stay with are my co workers. Really nice folks. You met one of them before you left. If we go back in there, I'll introduce you to them. They've helped me through a lot, I'm grateful for them." He bit his lip.

"I-I don't know.." I muttered.

"If you don't feel comfortable, I'll take you back home. Won't mention it ever again. But I know you. I know there's a voice in your head telling you to go back inside. Learn more about it before you gain an opinion." He revealed.

And he was right.

I looked at him, before rising to my feet. "Let's go back in."

"Alright. Follow me, I'll take you in the backstage area so you don't have to see what's going on." He grabbed my hand and led me around back.

We went in through a propped door, and it was hectic back there. Guys running everywhere. Doctors patching up guys, music blaring, a few guys with cameras recording stuff. It was really overwhelming.

"Here, I'll take you to the hang out room. Sort of a room where you can get pumped up before a match." He says, guiding me down the hall.

As we passed a few guys, I leaned into Jon a little. Not feeling comfortable quite yet.

I felt him chuckle to himself and wrap an arm around my waist.

- - -

"Moxley is one of those guys who's all bark and no bite! At the end of the day, he's harmless." Mitch, one of the managers commented.

We were all gathered around in a circle as the show was finishing up. Jon wanted me to meet everyone, and by the end of the night, I felt like Royalty.