Chapter One

Sitting in the bar, I saw Drew Galloway at the bar doing Jack Daniels shots. I knew he'd had a bad night at Raw. The Authority liked to treat him like shit. I felt bad for the guy. He was stuck in a shitty situation. He was contractually bound to the WWE and they treated him like a joke. Getting up, I walked over to the bar and sat next to him.

"Bartender, I'll have what he's having and another round for him," I said.

"Thanks for the drink, Lass," he said as he downed the shot. "I've seen ya around the wrestlers."

"Yeah. I like wrestling, so I hang around different promotions."

"So what's yer name, Lass? Or should I just keep callin' ya Lass?"

"Kelly," I replied giving him one of my many aliases. "And I know you're Drew Galloway, also known as Drew McIntyre."

"You've done yer homework."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not a mark or a ring rat. I've just always been drawn to wrestling."

Drew laughed. His smile lit up the room.

"I find ya very interesting, Kelly. Yer definitely not like other girls who come up ta me knowing who I am."

"Well, I also think the WWE is stupid and are wasting their contract with you. They could do so much more with you. I've seen your older stuff, from the UK. You're way too good for what they're doing with you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. If only the McMahons agreed with ya."

"Vince did. Otherwise you wouldn't have been The Chosen One."

At that moment my cell phone started vibrating. I cursed under my breath.

"I have to go… I'm sorry Drew."

"Is it yer boyfriend?"

"No," I said grabbing my things. "I don't have one."

I put two hundred dollar bills on the bar for the tab.

"I'll see you around, Drew."

"See ya around, Kelly."

Two weeks later:

I was backstage at Raw, somewhere that I didn't usually go, but Dean Ambrose asked me to hang out with him for the night. After seeing what was going on, I barged into the Authority's office and jumped Stephanie. My last draw was the intentional injuries she was having inflicted on Daniel Bryan every time he set foot in the arena.

"HOW COULD YOU?! YOU'RE RUNNING THIS FUCKING COMPANY INTO THE GROUND!" I shouted at her. "YOU STUPID BITCH! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE DOING HERE! HE NEVER SHOULD'VE TRUSTED YOU WITH THIS!"

It took a few minutes for security to get me off of her. When they did, her anger and rage turned to pure hatred.

"You!" she exclaimed as she came over and slapped me in the face.

I spit in her face.

"Get her out of here! I want her arrested!"

As they were leading me to the squad car, Dean saw me being led away.

"Maxi, what the fuck happened?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll talk to you later. I'll be out in a few hours tops."

Dean looked at me confused as they put me into the car.

Drew's POV:

"Dean, did ya just call that lass Maxi?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?"

"I met her in a bar a few weeks ago. She told me her name was Kelly."

"Dude, we've all met her in different places. Some of us have seen her on the indies too. Every time we've seen her she's given us a different name. We've given up on trying to get her real name out of her. Most of us have finally come to the realization if she's changing her name at least once a week there's got to be something or someone she's hiding from so we don't push it."

"And ya don't try ta help her?"

"She doesn't ask. Don't worry about that girl. She's one tough bitch, trust me."

"What the hell happened here?"

"She got into some kind of fight with Stephanie. I didn't see everything, but I heard shouting and saw her spit in Stephanie's face. Stephanie's pressing charges."

"Should someone go bail her out?"

"How? We don't even actually know her name."

The girl from the bar became even more interesting to me.

Rosie's POV:

After having to show some girl in lockup not to fuck with me, I stretched out on the bench in the holding cell. I didn't bother asking for my one phone call. I knew who was going to bail me out and I knew he'd be around soon.

A few hours after I was put into the holding cell I felt the energy around me change. He was at the precinct or just outside. Minutes later I heard his hoarse voice.

"Where is she?"

Within ten minutes one of the cops came down to the holding cell to get me.

"You must be one of the luckiest girls in the world. The WWE is not pressing charges," the cop said to me.

I smirked at him and as I was being led out, I froze the water pipes in the cell. The girl who was fucking with me when I was first brought in would have no access to the toilet, sink, or water fountain while she was in there.

He was standing by the front desk and main entrance to the precinct when we got upstairs. After signing for my things, I was given back my belongings and he all but dragged me out of the precinct into a limo waiting at the curb.

"What were you thinking, Rosemary? You had no right to be there or to start a fight with Stephanie."

I rolled my eyes. I knew this was for show. I knew he'd prefer me over Stephanie any day.

"I wasn't planning on starting anything. I have a lot of friends who are wrestlers and one of them asked me to hang out. I couldn't figure out a good enough excuse to ditch him so I went. It wasn't until I saw the princess trying to kill one of your most popular Superstars that I went after her."

"You need to stay away from her. You know how she feels about you."

"I don't care. I'm usually not even in the same state as the WWE so I'm not around, but really, do you want to be fighting with me for kicking her ass or kicking her ass for trying to kill the one Superstar almost every fan is behind?"

He stayed quiet for a minute.

"Where are you staying?"

I gave him my hotel info. He told the driver to drop me off. When we got there he stopped me before we got out of the limo.

"I pay you very well to stay out of things. Keep that in mind."

"Actually, you pay me very well to stay hidden. And believe me, nobody knows who I really am. Nobody gets the same name out of me twice."