A/N: First Christian fan fiction! I'm actually really proud of this, and I wanted it to be a little bit more mature than the other ones. So let's hope this all goes well! Please enjoy!

The Good Wrestler's Wife

"With all the women in the world there is no doubt that strongest woman of them all, are the wives of wrestlers. They allow themselves to sit back and watch as their husbands risk their lives, in either life or death situations and they are helpless as they watch backstage or at home. Sometimes they can't help but wonder what might happen to the one they love. The wives of wrestlers don't get the respect they deserve, you don't see them starting a clothing line, or creating a new perfume. You only see them in the tabloids when they are on the front page, tabloids speaking about how they got divorced, or abused, or maybe they were the one to cheat on their husband, because all the time away from the man they married, all that potential danger they see their husbands in. All the anxiety that they feel daily, only the good ones are able to keep their marriage. There is no one else stronger than a wrestler's wife."

She had been making these plans for months to surprise her husband, though she was still a newlywed, she continued to have that honeymoon glow day after day. Naturally she was a happy person, though it was easy for her to be happy. She had nothing to complain about in her life. She had a husband who she was dedicated to and he quite the same. She would always remember how she met her husband.

It was when she was working at a small office in Ohio, the office was quiet and no one had come to spend their time, for her the only thing she could do was practice what she taught. Stretching and relaxing her muscles, resting in the smell of incense the mood was lightened. It wasn't till then she heard a crash from outside on the pavement. Though she wasn't going to allow that disturb her peace, she continued to relax. The crash opened up in her practice room and she felt the cold rush of air slap her body cold.

"If there was a doctor here we could really use your help!?"

She took it as a challenge from her boring morning, lab coat slipped back over her arms; she quickly rubbed the incense off her. A group of men, no doubt one of them most likely tore a muscle doing, well whatever men did. They scrambled against the door almost dropping her poor patient, the men were just fumbling around, some clearly worried. Her patient was on the table clutching his thigh, it could easily be a hamstring injury. Though she had to make sure, she didn't have the equipment to make an official diagnosis.

All she could do was make him as comfortable before his pals could take him to the hospital. She went to work quickly, working to relax her patient and anything that could possibly be straining. Hair blown away from her face, it was a blonde that had originally caught her eye. He was so attentive as she worked, though he himself was clearly the most guilty looking out of the group, so maybe he was the cause of it. Jumping around, this man was impatient like a child, though he seemed like he was the most cheerful one, dazzling one could say. No doubt a potential charmer to the ladies. Maybe they already swooned for him in the streets and in malls, though she wouldn't be so abrupt to ask as him. He caught her stare and he smirked. Instinctively burying her face under her hair she blushed severely.

Yes, no doubt a charmer she thought as she continued her work.

Taking the time to notice the groans the continued from her patient she went to look at his face for conformation to see if what she was doing was relieving any pain. Though as he turned to look at the doctor his face relaxed, bringing his lips up into a curve, he smiled at her. She slightly froze in her spot as he continued to smile. Her face flourished, and grew bright red. She slightly shook her head to clear her mind, and she decided to soon speak to the man in her care. He spoke before she did.

"Continue treating me like that doctor and I might have to buy you dinner first before we can continue."

Oh boy he was going to be the cocky one. Though she fell for it. Hard.

"Your name?"

"Patients, call me Dr. Munday or Miss Munday."

"Well Dr. Munday, what do I have to do to learn your first name?"

It was instant, it was fast. He was persistent enough, her life was so boring, she needed this, she deserved it after all this good she has done.

Leaning in close she got right next to him, and whispered in his ear.

"It's on my business card, now do me the pleasure of telling me yours?" She smiled slightly.

"Barri Griffith."

Such a charmer for a silly name though. She had also caught his welsh accent. Melting slightly as he spoke with his accent in his, she continued to stretch out the muscles in his leg and he continued to groan.

"With all this pain I'm feeling you better be good!" Barri clenched his teeth.

"Trust me, I am better than good I am the best you will ever meet."

The blonde beside him chuckled slightly. She blushed severely again.

Slowly setting him up, she realized how gigantic he was, his face was stern and he grimaced. Must be a body builder she thought.

She had never met anyone as persistent as he was. Along with being tall, dark and handsome not to mention he was huge, and strong. At first sight she thought he was a body builder. Though she could excuse herself for thinking that, when he told her what he did for a living. It took two weeks of dating to find out that he was a wrestler. A WWE wrestler, she felt strange because she already worked for the TNA developmental roster, she felt as if she was cheating, though she wasn't officially signed as a doctor for them. She did have quite a few of them as her patients though.

She couldn't realize the relationship she was starting with Barri. He had told her his wrestling name. Mason Ryan. A brute force and a brick wall of a wrestler. He was dominant in the ring, though he would pick her up as if she was a feather. First time feeling secure with someone and that accent was melting.

It was a year before she began to follow him in his travels.

Completely in love with each other, she couldn't have been happier

She had been spending two wonderful years as a WWE doctor, and with her own boyfriend as a WWE wrestler it had it benefits of traveling together. She wouldn't feel the anxiety of separation. She knew the injuries that he would and could possible get. She knew how to help him. The other wrestlers would joke around in the back as they watch "The Doctor" treat him. "Don't you think that she would make a great wife?" She would always return to him bouncy and bubbly, and he would just speak to her with that accent of his. "You are vibrant."

With her plane touching down in Egypt she couldn't have had a warmer glow on her face. Her boyfriend of two years would be standing on the other side of that plane door. Ready to take her in his arms, she had been clutching that airplane seat handle for thirteen hours. She got out of that plane and the first thing he did was to get down on one knee and propose to her.

This was where she was now. August Munday Griffith, a newly wed to Barri Griffith for over a year. He had told her that what she had was a natural glow, and the moment he proposed to her glow only grew more as each day had passed

She had the biggest family and with each of her experiences it grew more. She had a respectable job, and a dedicated husband who was so in love with her. The others spotted a perfect couple, in her mind they were made to support each other. A wrestler and his doctor wife even though they were young they were perfect, traveling and sleeping together.

She knew she wouldn't be anywhere else. They knew they could make it together, She had heard the news of wrestlers divorcing, because they had missed their wives. Or they had gone and cheated on him, sometimes the wrestler would be the one to cheat. Though with herself traveling alongside her husband nothing would ruin her chances of the perfect marriage.

She was taking tips from the other wrestling girlfriends and buddies about how to please her husband. Little surprises that would work in trying to maintain her marriage. Make him happy with the little things; surprise him one day with his favorite beer and food after a long day's work. It was easy enough for her to be able to do that, so why not try it out?

She told her husband that she would work late, and that she wouldn't be home till late after dark in the home they shared. When the day came that Raw was in Tampa that Monday and she got off early and arrived in her Tampa home drinks and food in hands.

Her husband's favorite beer and wings in hand, she stepped into her Tampa home. He must have been sleeping though; he would always be so tired after work. Taking the time to notice their wedding picture, it was turned over. She took it in her hands and lightly wiped away the dust and placed in its upright position. She was such a beautiful bride in white.

Pushing away their bedroom door, she watched as woven blankets were strewn across the floor. She smelled the sour smell of sex in her bedroom. Human flesh, groping, gyrating, moving around, sweat, noise, and everything. In her own bedroom, the bed she shared with her husband. In the bed they shared, another woman was screwing her husband right in front of her eyes.

They didn't notice till the beer bottles clanked on the floor.

Heads turning around and popping up, he covered himself. The woman herself just smirked as she watched August in the doorway. August remained quiet as they frantically covered themselves, Barri especially. The woman took her time putting on the remainder of her clothes. August wasn't the type of woman to cuss or say obscene things to anyone or anything. So she did the next thing possible that she could do. Break every possible thing that reminded her of them together in a silent rampage.

The wedding picture. Broken.

Pictures. Gone.

The roses he gave her. The vase was broken and smashed on the ground. The flowers were dying anyway.

Barri was at least trying to stop her as she silently rampaged through the house.

"Auggie will you stop this please!"

She was ignoring the fact that he was screaming her name in that Welsh accent she loved. She was silently crying. Barri gripped her arms tightly, pulling her to face him.

"Can you please talk to me?! I want to speak to you!"

"You have no right to speak to me! When I just watched as you apparently having the best time of your as you fucked another woman! You are my husband!"

Barri continued to keep his grip on Auggie's arms. She was getting panicked. Kicking and screaming, she wasn't going to try to put up a fight with the steel wall that was her husband.

She was the perfect wife, she did everything right. She was the one trying her best to keep her marriage together. Though she thought that he was trying his best as well.

She was jerking around in his grip, she wasn't going to try to fight him, she just needed to get away to think and settle things down.

"Please Barri! Just let me go! I will not fight you! I just need to get away right now."

Barri was quickly seeing how hysterical she was getting, and relased her grip. His wife, brushed the imaginary dirt off her clothes wiped her face, and left.

She took the car, no not the car she drove, but the nice one they had. It's the least thing he could do for her. She hesitated in the drive way and watched the inside of the house. She continued backing down the driveway. Barri stood in the doorway, barely clothed, still screaming obscenities. The woman just stood in the doorway as if she did the perfect crime. The look on her face said it all.

She left.

She didn't know how far she drove down that road, with all that anxiety in her heart and her mind it wasn't safe for her to drive. She pulled over and sat there. She needed help.

"Can you please help me; I don't know what I'm doing! I'm panicked and it's hard to breathe! Can you please come and get me; I just don't know what to do anymore!"

Her sobbing continued thought the phone call as she told the caller where she was at, breathing heavily she curled up in her car chair, and continued to cry.

It was if over those small moments her body gained callouses, her hands were gripped tightly to form fists, she refused to allow herself to relax. She would rather be anywhere than in the home she shared, if she was taken to the arena she would stay as long as she could. He would be able to find her though, always in the area. Always working. She would have to make a quick getaway if he did find her.

She worried the bright headlights she saw were his, she refused to look and covered her face with her eyes. The car door was pulled open and the late Tampa air still chilled her. She shuddered.

A soft hand, graced her shoulder and the side of her face.

"Auggie, I don't expect you to tell me what happened to you, but I do expect you to allow me to take care of you till you can speak to me."

She knew the man that was speaking to her, one of her greatest friends. The perky little blonde that was there when she first met Barri. The first person to catch her eye, though she knew she would get to know that man one day.

"Let the captain take care of you right now."

She was always trying to find the perfect word to describe him, though there was already something she always wanted to find something better, but as she sat in that car there was no other word that she could come up with. Only one word, he was full of Charisma.

A/N: I really hope you like this and enjoy this story as much as I have been making it. Please review and tell me what you think! -DxI