Deracinate

Chapter 1

Halloween.

Everyone in the company was dressed to the nines for WWE's annual Halloween costume extravaganza Vince McMahon threw every year for his employees. They also did a Christmas party too, but Halloween was always overdone because it was the McMahon family's favorite holiday. Just hours prior to attending this event, Kinsley had read over her new contract with the company and was positive the ink from her signature hadn't completely dried on the paper yet. Once the legalities finished, Stephanie McMahon-Levesque informed Kinsley of the Halloween party and directed her to wardrobe to choose a costume. Tiffany and Janet were sweet ladies in their 30's and 40's, masters at transformations. Kinsley gave them free reign after choosing a costume of black and red and sat in the chair while her makeup was done.

It took an hour and when they finished, Kinsley hardly recognized herself while staring in a full length mirror. The wig was black and red with the bangs alternating colors to make it stand out. The top was a corset with thin black straps, had a sweetheart neckline and clung to every curve of her body. It showed off part of her flat toned abdomen and had white fluff material on the hem of the neckline while the rest of it sparkled in red and black sequins. The skirt rested low on her hips, almost daringly exposing the crack of her rear and Kinsley made a mental note NOT to bend over at tonight's festivities. Half the skirt was red and the other black. To finish the outfit off, she had one black and one red thigh high stockings with 3 inch peep-toe black stilettos on her feet. Her makeup was simple deep red gloss that matched the costume and her eyes were lined thinly with black before a black sequined mask went over her eyes, diamond shapes cut out as to not obscure her vision.

"So what do I call myself?" Kinsley asked the ladies, wondering if this costume was a bit risky to wear considering the company reached out to children. Then again, the company parties weren't advertised for the world to see, so Kinsley supposed it was fine.

Tiffany chuckled, fluffing out the wigs high pigtails it was in before resting them over the WWE's newest acquisition's shoulders. "You don't recognize the character, do you?" She was the younger of the two women and had beautiful hazel eyes.

"No…should I?" Now Kinsley felt foolish, trying to jolt her brain into thinking of popular nonsense the world filled with these days. Nothing came to mind.

"Tiff, just tell her already." Janet chastised softly, squeezing Kinsley's shoulders gently. "You look beautiful, sweetie."

Tiffany rolled her eyes at her fellow co-worker and dearest friend. "Way to kill my fun, Jany."

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Tiffy?"

Kinsley stifled a laugh at their friendly bickering and returned her gaze to the full length mirror. "Please one of you tell me so I don't go to this costume party completely clueless." She wasn't above pleading at this point.

"Harley Quinn." Janet saw the confusion dawn in Kinsley's eyes and pulled out her cell phone to use the internet. "Here."

"You do know who Batman is, right?" Tiffany was almost hesitant to ask and folded her arms in front of her chest, eyeing the red and black bombshell in front of them.

Kinsley smiled, finally hearing something she was familiar with. "Yes! Yes, I watched that when I was younger. Am I a character from Batman?" If she was, Kinsley's memory was horrible because she couldn't remember anyone looking quite like…this.

It took Janet a few minutes to pull the picture up and she finally turned her phone to face Kinsley. "Harley Quinn was the estranged girlfriend of the Joker's. Her outfit is from a traditional harlequin jester from the medieval days." Tiffany explained, receiving looks of question from Janet and Kinsley, chuckling nervously. "What? I'm sort of a comic book nerd."

"I had no idea." Janet murmured, turning her attention back to Kinsley. "You better hurry, sweetie. The party should be starting any minute and there's quite a bit of traffic out. Here." She tossed a black cloak over Kinsley's shoulders and bustled the new employee down the hallway that lead to the exit.

"Perhaps she'll find her Joker tonight." Tiffany was a hopeless romantic at heart and clasped her hands together in front of her.

Janet didn't bother responding and began cleaning up the stations, wanting to go back to the hotel to curl up in bed with a book.

~!~

"So tell me again why Vinnie Mac demands all employees come to these parties?"

Joe Anoa'i –He was known worldwide as Roman Reigns – chuckled, holding a glass of champagne in one hand while sifting through the crowd trying to find his date. "Hell if I know. Not enjoying yourself, bro?"

"Fuck no. I'd rather be in my hotel buried balls deep in a woman's pussy."

"Then why did you bother dressing up? You could've come in a leather jacket, jeans and beater, but then again this isn't a wrestling ring. My bad." Joe smirked at his condescension, finally spotting a knockout beauty dressed in a Catwoman costume coming toward him with inviting eyes. "Excuse me while I go make my woman happy by dancing with her. Try not to die of boredom, man."

Sometimes it was hard having a best friend like Jonathan Good, most referring to him as either Jon Moxley or Dean Ambrose. It depended what city the WWE went to, but in the Midwest he was known as Jon Moxley – his old Independent wrestling name that was now legendary. Some titles would never escape people who touched so many lives and a man who had wrestled since the age 16 had done just that in the Independent circuit. So no matter what name he made himself in the WWE, Moxley would forever stick with him and Jon accepted that, even signing Moxley merchandise fans brought to signings. He only signed his old signature -MOX- if they specifically requested it, but otherwise it was a simple D with an A into it, the initials of the name he planned on making legendary in the WWE - Dean Ambrose.

A few weeks prior to the Halloween party, Jon had done a segment with the current face of the company, John Cena, and it gave him an idea on what costume to choose for this event. He was forced to come, so dressing up wasn't a choice. Spray-painting his hair a bright green, Jon painted his face white and splashed some red across his lips and cheeks in a psychotic smile. The scruff stayed; Jon wasn't in the mood to shave quite yet. Tiffany and Janet surprisingly had an old leather jacket in the costume closet, spray-painting it a deep purple, so that's what he wore with a green beater beneath matching the temporary color of his hair. Purple jeans, black boots and purple gloves finished his outfit off. It was half Joker and half Dean Ambrose, just the way Jon liked.

While watching his friends dance, Jon contemplated leaving when the door opened and his eyes were instantly locked on the exquisite creature stepping through. Kinsley had removed the cloak Tiffany and Janet gave her in the car before entering the huge building where the party was located. Attention was immediately directed toward Kinsley and her cheeks flushed a little, averting deep violet eyes while making her way over to the snack table. She greeted Stephanie McMahon-Levesque, who was dressed as Little Bo-Peep and her husband, Paul Levesque –He was known worldwide as Triple H- a lamb. What exactly had she gotten herself into by working for this company?

"Hey, great costume!"

"Fabulous!"

"I'm Nikki Bella and this is Brie." Two women dressed as Siamese cats greeted, one tan and the other black, but the abdomens had reverse of each other's body color. "We're the Bella Twins and you are?"

"Isn't it obvious, ladies?"

Before Kinsley could answer, a deep gritty voice spoke behind the Bella Twins and they parted to let the Joker intervene. Through the thick makeup, she noticed the pale blues this man had captivated her with and swallowed hard when his hand extended towards her. Kinsley's brain was mush and all she could do was take his hand, letting him pull her to stand by his side draping his arm over her shoulders.

"MY Harley Quinn has arrived. Excuse us." Jon turned along with the Harley Quinn woman he just rescued from incessant chatter with the Bella Twins and guided her to the dance floor. "You okay?"

"Yes, thank you…for doing that." Kinsley replied quietly, enjoying his arm around her waist and didn't bother pulling away.

She didn't even know who this was and knew it had to be a wrestler on the roster. Nobody recognized her either, thankfully, or knew her name besides the higher-ups. So that went in her favor, Kinsley hoped anyway, a soft smile gracing her face when the next song came on.

"I do believe I owe my Joker a dance for rescuing me." That was cheesy and lame, Kinsley thought, and felt her heart flutter when his deep chuckle resonated back at her.

"This Joker isn't a very good dancer…" Jon admitted, wondering who this woman was because he couldn't recall meeting anyone this attractive on the roster. Was she a new Diva?

"Then let me show you how. Don't worry, it's a slow song so all you have to do is move in a circle with me." Before he could protest, Kinsley pulled her mystery Joker on the dance floor and positioned his hands and arms where they were supposed to go. "Let me lead first and then you can take over, if you want."

"Sure…" Jon couldn't say no to her and found himself entranced by the deep purple her eyes gave off. "If I step on your feet, it's on you since I warned you ahead of time."

Kinsley didn't let that stop her and began moving with him on the dance floor, going slow, never taking her eyes from his. This song was powerful, enchanting and sent shivers throughout every part of Kinsley's body. She let the lyrics sweep her away, picking up the pace a little when Joker quickly caught on what to do. She had to call him something besides a man, so Kinsley decided Joker would have to do until she received his real identity.

"I didn't catch your name earlier." Jon couldn't believe someone managed to get him to dance and the silence between them was deafening, keeping his voice low so only Harley Quinn could hear.

"Didn't catch yours either." Kinsley replied coyly, sliding her hand up to stroke the back of his neck and felt the spray-painted curls of his hair wrap around her fingers. "You're doing well for being a first time dancer."

Jon smirked, taking a chance and twirled Harley Quinn before dipping her, pulling her back to her feet in front of him again seconds later. "I learn fast." He pulled her closer to him this time to where their chests met and Kinsley felt a wave of warmth rush through every part of her body.

"I noticed."

Normally, Jon would've told the woman to take a flying leap for trying to get him to dance, especially to a song of this caliber. He enjoyed classic rock instead of a woman who had a powerful voice that could put him to sleep. But dancing in this Harley Quinn's arms, all Jon wanted to do was claim her in every way possible and suddenly the world around them vanished. It was just her with pouty full red gloss painted lips and deep violet eyes under what he assumed was a black and red wig. How Jon longed to pull the wig from her head to see what color her hair truly was and if the carpet matched the drapes.

"Do you-?"

"Hey Joker, did I hear you talk smack to my husband about – Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt…" Catwoman immediately changed her tune and smiled, the deep jade in her eyes sparkling through the mask she wore. "Hi, I'm Maura Anoa'i."

If looks could kill, Maura would be dead on the ground and Joe would have to search for a new wife from the look Jon shot her. He was ready to make his move, to convince Harley Quinn to get out of here and go back to his place for further exploration of this connection. Maura ignored his deadly expression and kept her eyes on the vixen currently in Jon's arms.

"Are you new to the company?"

The mystery had to end sometime and Kinsley figured now was as good a time as any. "Yes." Her eyes finally moved away from Jon, arms dropping from his body to extend a hand to the woman named Maura. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. I hope-"

"KINS!"

Both women along with Jon and an approaching Joe watched none other than Renee Paquette fly over to the group, tossing her arms around Kinsley's neck in a tight embrace. Kinsley sighed a huge breath of relief, hugging Renee back with equal passion and finally pulled back to let her Aunt take a look at her. They hadn't seen each other in over 3 years, but when Renee heard of a job position opening up in the company and what her niece had gone to college for, the opportunity presented itself. Now, Renee had her beautiful niece full-time on the road with her and they had a lot of time to make up for.

"An angel is a bit overkill, Young. Don't you think?" Jon folded his arms in front of his chest, eyeing one of his best female friends in the company – if not the only. "So you know my Harley Quinn, eh?"

"Don't mind Jon. He's harmless, but has a few screws loose up there." Renee flashed a sweet smile his way and received a one finger salute to let her know what number he thought of her as. "Love you too, baby." Her attention went back to her niece. "Did you meet everyone here?"

Kinsley shook her head, trying to avoid eye contact with the Joker named Jon as much as possible. Jon…was he the Jon her mother had told her Renee had feelings for? And she had asked him to dance, acting like a common whore! Kinsley felt downright mortified and could only let Renee introduce her to the group they currently stood in front of. Joe Anoa'i and his beautiful wife and…Jonathan Good. So THIS was Dean Ambrose? The Lunatic Fringe and Unstable One she'd heard a lot about from Aunt Renee.

Leaving the party after Renee was done introducing her NIECE to everyone, including him, Jon felt like finding a gun and shooting himself repeatedly in the head with it. What the FUCK was he thinking dancing with her NIECE? How old was the girl – 18 or 19? He couldn't believe Harley Quinn ended up being Renee's niece, who was on the road for a new job as a commentator. Slapping his own straining erection against the purple jeans, Jon made a silent vow not to go near Kinsley again.

A vow he would no doubt break in time.