So I wrote this where you are in the charters head, through memories. Anything in italic is flashback, memories. I placed this when the charters started at NXT. I also used their real names.

Hope you enjoy let me know what you think.

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The stories contained herein are based upon real people but are a work of fiction for the sole purpose of entertainment. Any story written and presented is the fictional work of the individual writer/author, is not deemed to be fact and any similarity to fact is purely coincidental.

"Taylor sat at a long table, he could hear voices outside the door. He could hear the sound of all the daily activities taking place. "Taylor," William Regal stepped in with a security guard. Taylor didn't stand to greet him, just ran his finger against the edge of the table. "I think you know," Taylor had always found William's voice soothing. Maybe that is why he was asked to do this. Or maybe because William knew his family, had watched him grow up. "This is a lot of stress, and I think you feel it more." Williams words were not really reaching Taylor, he just sat waiting for it to end.

"Ready for this," William asked Taylor.

"Yes sir," Taylor smiled, "thank you."

"We are doing drills today, just see where everyone is," William walked with Taylor to the ring. "Today is about what you can do." Taylor nodded, he would have a level of advantage. He had grown up in wrestling. "Oh Joe," William waved over another tall dark haired man. "Do you know Taylor?" At first glance thry looked a lot alike. Tall built long dark hair. Taylor had heard about Joe Anoa'i, his family had a long wrestling history.

"No," Joe stuck his hand out. "First day too?"

"Yeah," Taylor smiled.

"Oh," William put his hand on Joe's back, "come meet Paul." Taylor watched as William took Joe to meet Paul Levesque. Taylor stood in the middle of the room alone. People seemed to gravitate to Joe. It was clear there were big plans for him.

William watched him, knowing he wasn't reaching him. "Maybe take this time," William watched Taylor face hoping for something. All he got was a smile. A smile that sent chills through him. It was fake and forced, and really right now Taylor had nothing to smile about.

Normally this was not part of William's job. But he had asked to do it. Maybe hoping Taylor would open up talk to him. That maybe he could get through to him. He had work with his father, watched he and his brother grow up. This job carried a lot of stress, and maybe more for those who were second generation. "Can I call someone?"

"No," Taylor finally looked up from the table, "I will clean my locker out."

"We," William's eyes moved toward a box on the floor. Taylor stood walking toward it, he scooped it up.

"I really do appreciate everything," Taylor turned to William sticking his hand out. That smile never leaving his face. William shook his hand.

"I will check up on you in a couple of days." William patted his arm, he nodded toward the security guard.

William watched them walk out. He fall into his seat. There was a heaviness about this whole thing that wouldn't leave him.

….

"Yeah, sure," Taylor hesitated at the front door, "of course. Thank you for the call." Taylor closed the door hoping to make as little noise as possible. "I know you are home." His father voice called from the kitchen. Taylor walked in, his father stood hands on the counter, their cordless phone sitting next to him. "Unreal," his father's voice was full of anger, "what an embarrassment!" Taylor stood silent. "This family has been in this business for years. Your uncle was a horseman. I put my name on the line, in hopes you would have a future."

"I am sorry dad," Taylor kept his eyes down.

"Sorry," his father huffed, "you are sorry. Blew everything for some chick." His father step away from the counter.

"It is not what," Taylor tried to explain.

"She has a no contact order against you. And so does that Anoa'i kid." His father's hands flew as he talked. "Christ, of all people to piss off. Vince has a hard on for that kid." Taylor balled his fist, "I don't believe this!" His father hands went to his hair. "First you fuck up college and now this."

"They just wwwant me to take a break," Taylor closed his eyes.

"Don't start that stuttering shit," his father spat. "Fighting over a girl, some ring rat."

"She is nnnot like that," Taylor voiced raised.

"No, no of course not," his father laughed. Taylor looked up his whole body tensed. His ears rang his body seemed to be on fire. "Christ I hope you got a blow job out of it." Taylor didn't even remember picking up the frying pan. He didn't remember the first hit, or the second, the sicking ping sound the pan made as it bounced off his father's head. He didn't feel the blood hit his face, or hear his father's screams, they were drown out by his own. His stopped dropping the pan. He crawled off his father's back. "Dad," his voice was shaking, "dad," he called one more time. He looked around him, the frying pan dripped with blood. "Dad," Taylor pulled himself to his feet, realizing his hands were covered in blood. He stepped over his father who leaded face down in a pool of blood. Taylor picked the pan up placing it in the sink. "I'm sorry." Taylor said over his shoulder as he washed his hands.

…

"I can come over," Joe unlocked his locker.

"No," her voice was so sad.

"Babe, you didn't do anything wrong," he reassured her.

"I just feel bad, I mean," she stopped. He knew she was crying. It killed him, she cared too much for everyone else.

"Hey," he could hear her wiping her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," he could hear her smile.

"Why don't we go to Disney or visit your family, or mine this weekend. Just go away," he offered.

"Don't you have shows," she asked, his offer sounded so nice. To be away caught their breath, get some space.

"I can make it work," Joe answered. He just wanted to be alone with her. "We just need to get through today."

"Yeah, Joe thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Staying with me through all of this. Keeping me from going crazy."

"Abby," Joe smiled, "you did nothing wrong. You didn't bring this on. He just," Joe stopped, he didn't know what word he was looking for. There were no words for what they had been through. He was just glad it was over.

"You think he will leave us alone," he wanted to say yes, he knew she needed to hear that.

"Yeah," he hoped he sounded believable.

…..

Colby laid on the mat, Joe came flopping down next to him. "I saw them walk him out," Colby informed Joe. Joe didn't say anything, he wasn't happy it had come to this.

"Abby is a mess, I am going to see if I can't get away this weekend," Joe looked around the room. Windham stood by a weight machine, he looked up making eye contact with Joe.

"He say anything," Colby asked.

"No, what is there to say," Joe looked away.

"Taylor always seemed creepy to me," Colby sat up. Everyone attention turned to William Regal. He walked in with security and a police officer. They cleared a path as people stepped aside. They stopped in front of Windham. "What is that about," Colby stood.

"Don't know," Joe watched as they seemed to lead Windham away. He watched them rush him out. A knot grew in Joe's stomach.

"You don't think Taylor did something, like," Colby looked at Joe. The color was gone from his face. "I mean he wouldn't hurt himself?" William walked back in. Joe hoped he would be making an announcement. He seemed fixed on him.

"Joe," William stopped, "we need you to come with us."