Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction except for my OC, Olivia, although I wouldn't mind owning those wrestlers tehe. All brands that are used in this story belong to their respective owners. And now I present to you, my very first crappy chapter of Love Within Three.

~Love Within Three~

~Chapter One~

Isn't it funny how 9 people can make somebody's life a living hell in a matter of moments. That's what I'm dealing with right now, 9 jackasses trying to convince me that their way of life in the WWE is the "right way." Well I only have 2 words for them: Fuck you.

Two months earlier

"Hey mom, um I don't know how to explain this but… uh I miss you I guess, I know that… that you don't want to talk to me after everything with um Jerry. But mom, all I want to tell you is that I do love you and I never meant for anything to happen the way it did. Um call me back… I guess. Uh bye."

I shut off my phone and I continue to walk down the hallways, passing by crew members and wrestlers who give me odd looks. I know that my mom will never talk to me again, but hey its worth a try to get in contact with her. My phone start to buzz as I text my best friend Jessie telling her about my trip here. Knowing me and how easily I injure myself, my foot connects with a wall and a sting runs up my body

"Fuck that hurt."

Turning my attention away from my phone, I look up at the door and see the sign "Vincent K. McMahon."

"Guess who finally made it here without asking for help. Yippee me." If you couldn't tell already, every word that comes out of my mouth is filled of sarcasm.

Anyways back to my fucked up family. My mother was a very persistent woman and didn't take shit from anyone, and I admired her because of it, but a bunch of problems started occurring because of that trait and I soon found my mother repulsing. It was just for anything- if she didn't properly fold the clothes or turn on the dishwasher to the correct setting- I despised her for everything, and she made it clear that she hated me too. I was going to move out of the house, but my little brother, Jerry, got diagnosed with Cancer; so I stayed, well I was forced to. My mom made me look over our dog and that was my only job- to be a babysitter. Yes I know it wasn't the best job, but hey, my mom still paid me money to watch our fucking dumb German Shepherd, Dozer. Dozer was my only friend in the house. But hey, I guess that's what I get for being a jackass to my family when Jerry died. Yes, surprise surprise- Jerry died, but my mother blames it on me, when it was the fucking dumbass doctor that killed him. I just hate how everybody accuses me if anything goes wrong because of my bad past, yes I dabbled with drugs and did shit I wasn't supposed to, but I haven't used them in five years and my record has been clean with the cops since then, so what's the big deal? But that's why I'm here, in the WWE, to prove that I can be just as tough as anybody else even though I don't look like it. My name is Olivia Mazzeo and my mission is to make the Divas Division great again, and you can believe that.

WOAH! So that was chapter one of my very crappy fanfiction (that's what I'm going to call it now) Did you guys see what I did there with the whole believe that thing. mwahaha I'm evil. I could not wait to post this chapter, so that's why I'm publishing this at 3 in the morning. Next chapter Olivia is going to meet three SHIELDed off men. HAHA get it. Okay bye my viewers!