Author's Note: This idea came to me based on a previous story I wrote on here years ago as well as a TV show I came across on NBC last year. I am a new fan of Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins so my characterization is based on imagination and research. I do not own the WWE or the characters of Ambrose and Rollins and any other trademarked WWE "characters" that will appear in this story. This is fiction and not meant to be taken seriously or offend anyone, most especially Jon Good or Colby Lopez. Thanks, guys...

They say that every day is a different life. For me, that is more than just a philosophy, more than just some resolution style hope in an effort to become a better human being. Every day really is a different life…literally.

My name is Daveny Camille Lunde. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia on February 15, 1986. I have an older brother named Barrett and a younger brother named Brock. My mother is Erin. My father, Martin, is a legend.

The name Martin Lunde may not ring a bell…unless you are a die hard pro wrestling fan. You know, wrestling. As in WWE, TNA, ECW, WCW, ROH…NWA. Ric Flair, The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Hulk Hogan, John Cena. Sound familiar now? I thought so. Martin Lunde is his real name. His stage name is Arn Anderson, proud member of the legendary Anderson dynasty and proud affiliate of one of the most infamous stables (no pun intended) in the sport, The Four Horsemen. The truth is, in the land of kayfabe, the Anderson's never were a real family. It was a concocted story in the name of entertainment and storyline. And it worked. They have been legendary for years. My father is a Hall of Famer.

I know who I am. I look in the mirror and I see the reflection staring back. 5 foot 8 inches tall. 120 pounds. Long brunette hair, hazel eyes flecked with green. I am not a gym buff but I take care of myself. I played around in the ring a few times but my father frowned upon it. He did not want me to follow in his footsteps. Neither did my mom. So I didn't train to be a wrestler. I guess in the end, that is not what I wanted either.

I had a happy childhood. My parents are still together. I love them and my brothers. My dad has a lot of money. Charlotte, North Carolina is the place where he calls home, even though he spends tons of time on the road with the WWE as a mentor to the talent. So much for retirement, huh? He works behind the scenes and the guys and gals really look up to him. He cares about people. He cares about wrestling. I know all about my dad's storied career. I know about his injuries and health problems. In "real time", that is one of the few things still clear to me.

That is all I know for certain.

This is one side of the coin…

Every morning, like all of you, I wake up. The alarm clock goes off and thus begins my day. I wake up and a beautiful man named Colby Lopez is beside me. He is my boyfriend of the past four years. He is tall, dark, and handsome. He is a hard worker, a man's man, a talented dreamer from the most humble of beginnings. He is a professional wrestler. He just got signed to the WWE. And that was his goal. I can remember every day of the last four years with him. I remember the first time I ever saw him, the first words we ever spoke to each other. I remember the first date, the first kiss…the first time we made love…and every other time thereafter. I have been by Colby's side every day. I watched him work his ass off. I have been there for the good, the bad, and the ugly. There have been some tears but mostly happiness. He is a wonderful man, a dream guy and he's all mine. When he smiles at me, when he touches me, I feel like the luckiest, most special woman in the world.

I work for the WWE, too. I have a strong Southern accent…I'm talking Gone With The Wind. Vince McMahon likes that. And Vince is the boss. What he says goes without question so when he told me he wanted me to start announcing matches, that was my new job. I love the travel. I love dressing up real pretty and standing in front of thousands of people. I love the hair and the makeup and the attention, knowing that millions more are watching me on television. I love making my daddy proud.

I wake up, I work, I spend time with my family, I spend time with Colby. My days are long but beautiful. At night I lay next to him and he holds me. We make love and I fall asleep in his arms. I hold him tight, tighter than most because I know that when my eyes open, tomorrow is a new day and when the morning comes, he will be gone.

This is the other side of the coin…

Every morning, like all of you, I wake up. The alarm clock goes off and thus begins my day. If he bothered to come home from a wild night of partying, I wake up and a sexy man named Jonathan Good is beside me. He is my boyfriend of the past four years. He is tall, toned, and handsome. He is a hard worker, a man's man, rough around the edges, the product of the most troubled of environments. He is a professional wrestler. He has been an Indy wrestler for years and he has owned every promotion he ever worked for. If you Google the name Jon Moxley, the name he wrestles under, you will see why. He just signed with the WWE/NXT/FCW territory. It is the development that breeds the next set of big Superstars for the WWE. I guess every guy that dons a pair of trunks has the ultimate goal to make it to the WWE. It is the wrestling promised land, the pinnacle of the sports entertainment industry. Jon wanted it, even if he says he doesn't. He's not too cool for the WWE and besides, check cashing is his favorite past time, right along with wrestling, boozing, and womanizing.

I can remember every day of the last four years with him. I remember the first time I ever saw him, the first words we ever spoke to each other. I remember the first date, the first kiss…the first time we made love…and every other time thereafter. I have been by Jon's side every day...as much as any one human being can "be" with Jon. I watched him work his ass off. I have been there for the good, the bad, and the ugly. There have been some awesome times but mostly heartache. Despite his flaws, and there are many, I am madly, deeply in love with him. Every day, every moment is a fight against booze, against drugs, against the many demons of his past, against a violent and fierce temper, against the passion of wrestling that consumes him to ensure that he is all mine. When he grins at me, when he touches me, I feel like the luckiest, most special woman in the world. When things between us are great, they are awesome. When it's bad, it is beyond any nightmare you could ever imagine.

I work as a waitress in a hole in the wall dive that sells beer and greasy bar food. It beats my last gig…I used to be a stripper. I guess I sort of lost my way for a while. Every second of every minute is a struggle…to get my life together, to keep my head above water…just to survive. I hate it. I hate our shitty apartment. I hate that I still crave the influence of drugs that almost destroyed my life. I hate Tampa, Florida. I hate the ring rats that throw themselves at my man. I hate my job. I hate the bad choices I have made. I hate the fact that I have disappointed my parents time and time again and that I barely have a relationship with my family.

I wake up, I work, I vow this is the day I will not relapse, I fight with Jon, I make up with Jon. My days are long and exhausting. At night I lay next to him and he holds me. We make love and I fall asleep in his arms. I hold him tight, tighter than most because I know that when my eyes open, tomorrow is a new day and when the morning comes, he will be gone.

This is my life. Some kind of fucked up parallel universe. It flows like clockwork. I lead two lives. One day is spent with Colby. When that day ends, no matter what happens, I know that when I awake the next day, I will be with Jon. And so forth and so forth. I don't know why this happens. I can't even remember when or how it started. For the past four, years, I have clear and consistent memories with both men, of both lives. And those two worlds never collide, never mix. Each existence is a complete stranger to the other.

It's like I am two different people. The problem is, I don't know which one is real.