Author's notes: This is essentially a thing I started writing years ago. I recently found the opening I had written. For some reason, the idea gripped me again so I have decided to come back to it. It's marked as complete at 2 chapters for now. But that's not to say I may not return to it in the future.

Original characters:

Kellie Hart: retired wrestler, member of the Hart family. Father is Bret Hart. 41 years old. Domme, owns 2 submissives.

Morgan Andrews: active wrestler, trans man, disowned by family. Got into wrestling as a way to help cope with what happened (always wanted to wrestle anyway). Ended up becoming friends with the Hart family, who helped him to both train as a wrestler and to fully transition. 31 years old. Submissive.

Morgan woke with a start. Today was the day – the day where his ownership was to be contested. Jeff Hardy, his current owner, had not been happy when Jonathan Good had called into question his ability to take care of submissives. It had now gone as far as going to court and Jon wanted to take ownership of Morgan. Despite hating Jeff for his poor treatment of him, Morgan loathed Jon too. He seemed like an arrogant bastard, too used to getting his own way.

Pulling himself out of bed, Morgan showered and set about making himself look presentable. Jeff had chosen what he was going to wear – a loose fitting long sleeved shirt and black trousers. Morgan knew why he had chosen this particular outfit – it was because he didn't want anyone to see just how thin Morgan had gotten. He attempted to make his short black hair look tidy but eventually gave up, pushing his glasses into a more comfortable position on his face.

Jon was pacing up and down the court room corridor. He hadn't been looking forward to this day but his concern for Morgan had gotten the better of him. Despite Jeff's best attempts to hide it, Morgan was blatantly undernourished. The collar he was making him wear was too tight and cutting into his skin.

"For fuck sake Jon! Will you just relax already!" Kellie said, sounding exasperated.

"How can I relax?" he asked. "What if I don't win today? What then?"

Getting up from her seat, Kellie stood in front of him and straightened the tie on his expensive black suit. She too was dressed in black – loose fitting trousers, vest top and waist coat; her bright pink hair pinned up on top of her head in a bun. A few strands had escaped and framed her face.

"You have no reason to worry. It's obvious to everyone what he's doing to him." Kellie sighed and added, "I just wish I'd been able to contest ownership myself."

That was the only downside to the law – or the plus side, depending on how you looked at it. All Dominants were only allowed to own two submissives at any one time. Kellie already owned two – Brian "Crush" Adams and Leati Ano'i - Joe to his friends and Roman Reigns to the WWE fans. The two of them were currently at home waiting for her.

The main doors opened and in walked Jeff and Morgan. Jeff scowled at Jon and Kellie as he walked by. Morgan at Kellie as if he was saying "help me!"

Morgan was free. Free from Jeff's neglect and abuse. But it meant he was going to Jon. Morgan wasn't sure which situation was worse.

"I don't want to go," Morgan stated, pouting and crossing his arms across his chest, like a small child.

"You have to, he owns you now," Kellie replied. "Do you think I would have helped Jon fight for you if I didn't think he was good enough for you?"

Morgan remembered Kellie's protests when she had found out Jeff was going to 'buy' Morgan four years before when he turned eighteen. Jeff couldn't look after a house plant let alone a submissive, Kellie had said. It turned out she had been correct and Morgan had suffered as a result. Morgan saw Jon approach and he swallowed hard. Morgan wanted to believe his friend but he was scared. Jon paused for a moment and then moved to remove his old collar. Morgan flinched at his closeness but allowed him to remove it. The collar had been far too tight and it had caused sores.

"Before I collar you, I want to get those sores looked at… if you're happy for me to do so," Jon said, wanting to take things slowly.

Morgan hesitated but then nodded. It made sense to let his sores heal before putting another collar on his neck. With some persuasion, Morgan agreed to leave the court house with Jon and get into Kellie's waiting car. The first stop was a nearby clinic to give Morgan a full health check, all paid for by Kellie. The doctor said the sores would heal relatively quickly as long as they were kept clean and Morgan took a short course of antibiotics. The main issue was Morgan's weight. He was very underweight.

The doctor made a referral to a nutritionist for Morgan, so that he could start gaining weight safely, along with doing some light exercise to build his muscle mass again and generally build his strength up. The offer of a referral to a therapist was also given, which was taken.

Jon knew he was going to have a lot of work ahead of him. Morgan didn't trust him. Jon didn't blame him. He had zero reason to trust Jon after what he had been through. He could only hope that, with time, Morgan would learn to trust him.

Kellie was completely exhausted when she finally returned home late that night. It had been a long and stressful day but at least Morgan was now safe. He was away from Jeff, that was the main thing. She near on collapsed onto the sofa and kicked off her shoes. Her feet were hurting; she wasn't used to wearing any kind of formal shoes. The house was quiet. No doubt her submissives were already in bed. They had their orders to go to bed without her if she wasn't back by a certain time. She didn't need them making themselves exhausted.

Dragging herself upstairs to her bedroom, Kellie stripped and stepped into the shower in the ensuite, putting the water up as hot as she could take. She would've preferred a back and shoulder rub, but that was likely out of the question. Drying herself, and changing into a vest and pyjama bottoms, she crawled up the middle of bed and slid under the nest of blankets. The bed was already comfortably warm, having had both Brian and Joe in it for some time. As she settled in, Kellie felt Brian wrap an arm around her waist as he snuggled up into a spooning position with her. He sleepily placed a kiss on her shoulder. She felt herself relax. After being together for so many years, the two of them knew each other inside out. Just his mere presence was able to make Kellie feel relaxed and safe. They had an equal relationship, despite the fact that she 'owned' him. Some thought their dynamic was rather odd, but it worked for them.

Waking the next morning, Kellie found herself alone in the bed. In a weird sort of way, she didn't mind. After the previous day, all Kellie wanted was some peace and rest. Kellie could feel her body aching and she had a headache coming on. Stress had a habit of doing that – leaving her so wound up that it would show itself in physical ways. She heard the bedroom door click open but she didn't feel like moving immediately.

"How you doing?" Brian's voice asked gently, as he slid back under the sheets to spoon up against her again.

Kellie took a moment to respond. "Killer headache…."

"Thought as much… brought you some pain killers…." Kellie allowed herself a smile as he placed a gentle kiss on the exposed skin at the base of her neck.

The smell of coffee and baked goods caught her nose; Kellie noticed that she was starting to feel really hungry. When was the last time she'd actually eaten? Joe was likely making breakfast – it was his favourite time of the day, especially when the three of them were able to spend it together. Joe spent a lot of time on the road as an active member of the WWE roster, so it was difficult for the three of them to be together at the same time. Both Kellie and Brian were retired from wrestling; and they had enough money in the bank to live comfortably. The three of them spent a leisurely morning together.