A/N: I actually started this story quite a long time ago, but never actually finished it. Well, a couple of months ago... a friend of mine and special lil helper (you know who u are!) kept suggesting that I try and see what I could do with the story and maybe attempt to finish it. I thought about it and thought about it. It actually sounded possible. I had a few ideas in mind, but didn't exactly know how to put them to use. It kept nagging and nagging at me. That is until late one night while I was sitting at home watching "The Ladder Match" DVD. I just so happened to come across the match that the late Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio had at SummerSlam 2005 for the custody of Rey's son, Dominick. That started me in the right direction. That same night, I also happened to watch Chris Benoit's DVD, Hard Knocks, for the first time in quite some time. As soon as I had the foundation I just started rollin' with it. However, with Chris Benoit and his family being characters in the story, I was VERY hesitant about posting due to the events of June 2007.

My name is Jolie Coulthard. Coulthard is my married name. I was born Jolie Elizabeth Benoit on June 15th, 1980, in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. I was obviously quite a surprise to my parents, Michael and Margaret. They had just moved to Edmonton from Montreal with my older brother and sister. My brother was thirteen, my sister was eleven. Hence the reason for me coming along being a surprise. Most of you know my older brother, Chris. He is known to World Wrestling Entertainment, or WWE, fans as "The Crippler" or "The Rabid Wolverine".

Watching my brother going through everything he went through to break into the wrestling industry is something that I remember as quite a struggle for him both physically and mentally. I was very young when he started traveling to Calgary to learn how to wrestle. He was trained to wrestle in what is affectionately, and quite often, referred to as "The Dungeon" by the legendary promoter and trainer, Stu Hart, and the Hart Family. From there, he started working for Stu's wrestling promotion, Stampede Wrestling. Then he was given the opportunity to go to Mexico and Japan to wrestle. While in Japan, he wrestled as Pegasus Kid and Wild Pegasus. As he was wrestling in Japan, he also wrestled for World Championship Wrestling, or WCW. Chris wrestled in Japan and WCW until 1994, when he went to Extreme Championship Wrestling, or ECW.

From 1994 until 1995 he wrestled for Paul Heyman and ECW. In 1995, he went back to WCW, and Eric Bischoff. He spent from 1995 until 2000 working for Bischoff, until he, along with his two best friends, Dean Malenko and Eddie Guerrero, and Perry Saturn, all decided to leave to come to Vince McMahon and WWE. WWE has been his "home away from home" ever since.

How does this all pertain to me? Well, other than Chris being my older brother, it would seem that in all actuality, it really doesn't. How wrong you would be in assuming that. How very wrong, indeed. You see, through Chris, both my sister, Lana, and I have met a lot of the people Chris has become close to over the years. Eddie, Dean, and Perry being among them. As a matter of fact, you could say that the wrestling industry has become just as much a normal part of my life as it has Chris's.

How you ask? Well, to be honest, you could say that the wrestling industry has inadvertently given me a lot of what I have in my life at this moment.

Eight years ago, I was backstage at show with Chris when I met a man that I instantly fell head over heels for. Being young and naïve, I truly and whole-heartedly believed that this was the man I was meant to be with for the rest of my life. I was twenty-two-years-old. What twenty-two-year-old knows any better? We started seeing each other. That in itself wasn't the easiest. For starters, he happened to be older than me. Quite a bit older than me. Ten years older to be exact.

The gap in age between him and I didn't bother either of us. At least to my knowledge. However, that wasn't our biggest problem. Our biggest hurdle to climb was the fact that at that time, I was still living, working, and going to college in Edmonton, while he was living and working here in the states. As it so happens, he was working for his father.

After about six months of being together, things had gotten pretty serious between us. We'd managed to find a way to make our relationship work for the both of us. That is when I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't believe it. I was scared to death, but at the same time, it also felt like a very natural progression to our relationship. Especially with the way he said he felt about me, and the plans that we were making for the future. There was never a doubt in my mind that he was the one for me.

Nothing in his demeanor or attitude could've prepared me for what happened when I told him that I was pregnant. His face went as white as a ghost. That was when he told me that he didn't want anything to do with the baby, or for that matter, he wanted nothing more to do with me. That was completely and totally mind-boggling to me. I couldn't understand why he would react that way.

The thought never crossed my mind that maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought I did until that moment. If someone would've asked me before telling him I was pregnant, I would've said that I knew him inside and out. The man that was standing in front of me, without missing a beat or even thinking twice about what he was saying, wasn't the man I had known and fallen so hard for.

Please let me know what you think! I will post more if there's a good response to the story.