First thing is first. This posting is dedicated to the many women like myself. It takes a strong, hard loving woman, and a rampaging bitch at times, to be the lady love of a superstar.

Next. Big disclaimer here. I own nothing but the heart of my wrestler, and a few of the experiences in this piece of intellectual property.

Before we get started, I'm sure some of you are wondering why this has been posted on a fan FICTION website. It's an easy question, so I'll answer it before it's asked. Reason one, quite simply put, this is where the marks and ring rats hang out. Reason two, because elements of the following tales will be fictionalized to protect the innocent, and sometimes, the guilty.

Moving right along, this work of semi-fiction, a collection of strange, but true tales of the experiences of professional wrestlers, and the women who love them, should stand as a lesson to those who would fancy themselves one of us. To those who dream of the so-called "utopia" known as life with the grappler who has their heart in a submission hold. Trust me, you darling, naïve, and sometimes creepily obsessive ladies, it's not what you think. It's far from easy, it's not daily confessions of "tru luv", and it's certainly not without it's speed bumps. Large, gossip fueled, scantily clad speed bumps.

If you're still with me at this point, and you wish to get a glimpse into the not so glamorous lives of wrestling wives (and girlfriends)? Then, buckle your seatbelts bitches, this is gonna be anything but boring, and definitely not what you expected.