A/N: This is my first story so please read and review, but be gentle. Lol. I take constructive criticism well, though. I do have quite a bit of this story written, but I will only post one chapter at a time (though I promise not to be really long between updates). The first few are going to be flashbacks and then the story will pick up after that. Some chapter will be fairly short and some will be fairly long, basically it depends on where the story is and where a good stopping point is between chapters. My facts are not accurate and I know that. But this is fiction so I can tell it how I want to. Nothing in this story follows an actual current storyline, but could closely resemble one. I know in real life that all the matches are choreographed and the "fights" are not always real, but in my stories some of the "fights" are real and some of the matches are not choreographed. Also in my stories I will be using wrestling names, not real ones unless the wrestling name isn't really a "name." For example: ODB will be called Jess, but Alex Shelley will be referred to as Alex.

Disclaimer: I only own the OCs. Anyone you do not recognize is probably made up. Any resemblance of OCs or events to other people, stories, or events is strictly coincidence. I do not plagiarize and I will not tolerate it. Please don't use my story, ideas, or OCs without my permission. I am not responsible for lack of air due to excessive laughing; wet keyboards due to crying; or outbursts due to sudden, unexpected changes or emotions in the story.

So…sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride!

(Kaylei's POV unless otherwise stated. Italics indicate flashbacks.Bold italics indicate thoughts.)

I knew they were right. I never should have followed a guy half way across the country. And I never should have let him convince me to give up my dream. I knew I made a huge mistake. One that could cost me everything. My friends. My family. My life. But I was young and stupid. And I thought I was in love.

But today all that changes. I'm taking my life back into my own hands. I'm leaving the man I thought I loved. I'm going to find my dream again. And I'm going to find my one true love. I just hope it's not too late to get my life back.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am a curvy, 5'9" hellcat, with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I was born in 1983 in Detroit, Michigan to a wonderful woman who put up with an abusive husband. Ok, so he wasn't abusive all the time. He could be very loving when we were in public or when he wasn't drunk. The times he was drunk, Mom would send me to one of our neighbors' house. Of course, I didn't have a problem with that. Our neighbors next door (the Shelley's) had a son my age, Alex; and our neighbors across the street (the Sabin's) also had a son my age, Chris. The three of us grew up together and were in the same classes in school. We were inseparable. When one of us got in trouble, you could bet that the other two were involved somehow.

One day (when we were ten) we were hanging out at the local arcade. When we got back to my house there were fire trucks and police cars everywhere. I tried to run to the front door, but Alex's mom (Diane) caught me. My mom had finally had enough of my father's abuse and burned the house down. They were both in it. Mom had been good friends with Diane since they had been in high school. So Mom had asked her and her husband to be my godparents. Since I had no other living family, I ended up moving in with Alex. I later found out that Mom had been diagnosed with a brain tumor a few days before the fire. She had less than 6 months to live. She couldn't bear with the fact that not only would I have to watch her suffer, but she also knew that when she died my father would turn to abusing me. She had decided to kill both herself and my father. The day she decided to burn down the house, she and Diane had moved all my stuff to Alex's so I wouldn't lose everything. As time went on, I forgave Mom for leaving me alone and I decided that if I had been in her shoes, I probably would have done the same thing.

When Chris, Alex, and I graduated we joined a wrestling school run by Scott D'Amore. We wrestled in various indy feds until we got contracts with TNA wrestling in 2004. That's when I met him. Aaron Grady. And that's when everything changed. When I lost my life.

My name is Kaylei Alyssa Jackson. And this is my story…