Notes for the reader, warnings and other such like:

Please be aware that this story will contain sex, swearing, same sex activity, consensual non consensual and other BDSM activity. There will be mild references to incest in later chapters. I will referring to rape as well - but in a relevant way not a sexual/turn on/fantasy way. If any of this offends then please do not read on.

There is, or is going to be, A LOT of Jeff Hardy and Paige bashing in this story - mild bashing of other WWE superstars will also feature.

If you are not a fan of "writer putting themselves in the story", best not to read this, as I have written myself and my girlfriend into this story as alter ego versions of ourselves.

I will probably go back and update previous chapters as I go along. I have a habit of thinking of more to add after posting chapters. So I thought it would be best to warn you so that you can go back and re-read chapters if you want to.

After much deliberation, and consultations with the girlfriend, I have decided that I will be keeping Owen Hart alive for this story. I will explain how he survived his accident on May 23rd 1999 at some point in this story.

I refer to The Shield members by their real names in this story. For those fans that aren't aware of their real names, I have noted them here for you:

Jonathan Good – Dean Ambrose

Colby Lopez – Seth Rollins

Leati Joseph "Joe" Anoa'i – Roman Reigns

The alter ego versions of me and my girlfriend:

Tammy Calloway (22 at the start of the fan fiction) – Mark Calloway's (The Undertaker) daughter, Dean Amborse is her main partner (she is his collared sub). Seth Rollins is her pet and Roman Reigns her boyfriend of sorts. Appearance: Like Vanessa Louis but with more tattoos. Ring character: Like AJ Lee personality-wise, complete head case. Nationality: American. Face claim: Vanessa Louis (model).

Kellie Alice Hart (32 at the start of the fan fiction) – Bret Hart's daughter, in a 'vanilla' relationship with Dwayne Johnson (The Rock). Roman Reigns is her collared sub, Seth Rollins is her play partner and Dean Ambrose is her occasional 'guy who gives her a good beating when she needs it'. AJ Lee becomes her pet later on in the story. Has had a relationship with Tammy Calloway in the past. Appearance: Total Goth, covered in tattoos, had black and pink dreads/falls in her hair, pierced nose, belly button, tongue, lip ring, several rings in her ears from lobes right around the cartilage. Appearence and ring character: imagine a cross between Luna Vachon and Daffney and you'll be half way there - basically crazy Goth bitch. Nationality: British-Canadian. Face claim: Nancy Harry (alternative model).

Chapter One

Kellie opened her eyes and grumbled when the bright sun hit her eyes. She rolled over away from the window and buried herself away into the blankets. That's the last time I let Tammy, Jon, Colby and Joe talk me into late night partying. I'm too old for this shit. She became aware of somebody sitting on the four poster bed and start poking her. It was her partner Dwayne Johnson. He was dressed only in plain black pyjama bottoms.

"Fuck off," she complained from under the blankets.

Dwayne grinned. All he could see was the top of her head and her pink and black dreads trailing across the pillow behind her. "Well, you shouldn't go partying if you can't handle it, you old woman."

That usually got a reaction out of her. Kellie pulled the blankets off and tried to punch him from where she was lying but she couldn't reach. Moving hurt her head. Dwayne chuckled. That million dollar smile was a massive turn on for Kellie but she was determined not to give in. It was proving very difficult.

"If you're going to be a pain in the ass, go away and be annoying somewhere else. Or at least make yourself useful and make me some coffee!" She complained. Normally she was a big tea drinker, but she didn't trust Dwayne to be able to make a decent cup of tea – Americans don't know shit about making tea, Kellie would often tease – and secondly she had a hangover so she felt she needed coffee on this occasion.

Climbing onto the bed, Dwayne straddled her and pinned her heavily tattooed arms to the mattress. "How about I make myself useful in another way".

He dipped his head down and locked her in a kiss. Pinned under the Samoan and the blankets, Kellie wasn't able to escape despite her struggles and couldn't resist him any longer. She readily returned the kiss. He slowly kissed his way along her jaw line and down her neck. Realising one of her arms, Dwayne pulled the blankets out of the way, shifting himself in order to make moving it easier. The blankets fell off the end of the bed, revealing her naked tattooed body. Kellie had chosen to sleep naked the previous night. She generally did in the summer anyway. She blamed her Canadian and British heritage for not being able to deal with the Florida heat; she was too used to the cold.

Dwayne continued his way down her body, kissing his way across her breasts. Kellie took a sharp intake of breath and whimpered gently as he began to toy with her nipples with his tongue. He continued down her inked abdomen, pausing above her womanhood. She was horny as hell now and he knew it. A wicked grin crossed his face and he pushed himself up onto his knees.

"I could just leave you in this state now," he stated.

Kellie scowled. "Not if you value your life."

Despite her small stature, Kellie was like a Terrier type dog when she got into a bad mood. She sat up and ran her hand across the front of his pyjama bottoms, feeling the growing erection underneath. Dwayne let out a low growl. She added "if you leave me lying here, horny and unsatisfied, you'll just end up leaving yourself in the same state. It's not like you can pretend you're not turned on right now." She gently squeezed his bulge to make her point.

Pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, they locked lips again, only there was more intensity to it this time. Lying her down back down on the bed, Dwayne shed his pyjama bottoms, revealing his now fully erect manhood. Kellie, propped up on her elbows, smiled mischievously. Crawling back over her Dwayne rested his full weight on his forearms and looked down at his lover as she lay back down fully and shifted her legs so that he could manoeuvre himself between them.

Kellie wrapped her legs around him. Dwayne didn't rush himself. He thrust slowly into her, making a sensual moan escape from her lips. He could feel her finger nails cutting into his back. There would be more scratches and cuts for him to explain away but, at that moment, the two of them were too caught up in each other to care. When the climax of their love making came, they lay in each other's arms for a while.

"I still want my coffee," Kellie murmured.

Dwayne chuckled and got up to make it, not bothering to put any clothes on. It was only the two of them in his Miami home so he wasn't worried about wandering around the house naked. Kellie retrieved the blankets from the floor and pulled them over herself after propping herself up on her pillows. The air conditioning was beginning to make her feel a little cold but it felt good on her head. At least her headache wasn't as bad. Part of her wished they could have morning sex more often. She enjoyed it. But with Dwayne being here, there and everywhere making movies, or promoting them, and her being a trainer/mentor for WWE now she had retired from active wrestling due to injury, it wasn't very often they got to spend quality time together.

Despite this, Kellie considered herself extremely lucky to be in the position she was in. Dwayne was the best thing that had happened to her in a long time - apart from his cousin, Joe, of course. Even though they had known each other for a number of years as a result of both working for the WWE, it was only fairly recently that they had finally admitted how they felt about each other and became a couple. It had been May 2nd 2011 they had got together; not a difficult date for Kellie to remember as it was his birthday.

Kellie's father, Bret "Hitman" Hart, had been rather reluctant to see his daughter dating a wrestler again. Her brief relationship with Jeff Hardy had been a complete disaster and Bret didn't want his 'little girl' getting hurt again. But when he saw how happy they were together, he had relented and given them his blessing. Kellie had also argued that, technically, Dwayne wasn't exactly a full time wrestler anymore but an actor.

Dwayne treated her like a princess. He understood her. He had become that reason for Kellie to finally decide to settle down – for the most part. Although he wasn't into the BDSM lifestyle himself, Dwayne accepted that it was part of who she was. He knew that Kellie couldn't ever live a strictly vanilla lifestyle. He didn't have a problem with her going to fetish clubs and having a collared sub. Dwayne trusted Joe, what with them being family, so it wasn't an issue to him. At the end of the day, it was him that Kellie came home to and wanted to live with.

Kellie was jolted by her musing Dwayne returning with her coffee. Grabbing his discarded pyjama bottoms and pulling them back on, Dwayne said, "I'm about to make breakfast. You need to eat. I know what you're like."

"I'll have my coffee and a shower first, then I'll eat," Kellie promised.

Dwayne seemed to ponder something then his face split into that smile again. "Maybe I'll join you for that shower."

Kellie put her coffee down and forced herself to get out of bed. "How about we have that shower now? My coffee's way to hot to drink right now anyway."

The coffee, and breakfast, were to end up being forgotten about...