A/n: I don't own anyone from WWE.
I am writing this about Batista & OC. I am going to protray Batista in a bad light, but I like him as a wrestler. The chapters will have strong sexual content, if you don't like it then don't read it.
I don't understand what happened. We were in love and we got married. I was married to one of the WWE's hottest and most talented wrestlers. We had the storybook relationship and never fought; I got my dream wedding and it was perfect. The honeymoon was amazing, but when we all came home that's when I found out who the real Dave Batista was; a real animal.
I was a costume designer for the WWE when I first met Dave. He was sweet, kind, caring, and quiet; he treated me like a princess. He had taken me away from Phil (CM Punk) because he didn't like how Phil treated me. We started dating on Oct 3, 2007 and were married on Aug 14, 2009. I had the most expensive and nicest stuff I could find for my wedding and we bought the nicest house we could in south Florida. I had it all, until the honeymoon ended.
I had quit my job at the WWE to be Dave's wife, a wrestler's wife; I wasn't sure what that meant, but I'm sure it didn't include nightly rants and fights. He would be home for 5 days and I was dreading it. I had already shopped for Christmas and everything was ready like he wanted it. I did everything Dave ever asked for; I really did love him. I believed that he loved me; I just hoped that he loved me. I wanted him to love me as much as he did wrestling and even drinking.
Present Day:
I had just finished wrapping all the presents and gotten all the decorations up. Christmas was in 2 days and Dave was coming home tonight. We celebrated with his girls last weekend, so it was just going to be us. I was excited to see Dave; I kept hoping that the problems were because he was recovering from an injury; he had just won the heavyweight championship. I already had dinner ready and was just waiting for him to come home. I was dressed like he liked, fixed the food he had asked for, and had everything done so that we could have some time for us that night.
I was sitting in the living room when I heard the garage door open; I knew he was home. I had missed him and I wanted to see him. I walked into the kitchen and waited patiently until he walked in the house. I smiled when I saw him walk in from the garage.
"Dave." I said and he gave me a small smile as he walked over and kissed me. I knew there was still love somewhere.
"You better have dinner ready." He said and I nodded.
I got everything served while he put his stuff down. I set everything down and waited until he sat down. I was praying for a nice night with sex and no fights. I was hoping that it would be a good night.
A/n: This is just the intro... let me know if you think I should continue.