Hello, my loves! That's right! I've started a new series! This one will take you back in time to the late 2000s and will go up through the current timeframe eventually. This will focus on the relationship between a young female wrestler and Drew McIntyre early in his WWE career. Their relationship will be tested over and over. And I won't lie, there will be some heartbreak involved along the way. But what good is a love story with smooth sailing, right? I hope you enjoy it and leave some feedback in the Reviews!

PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn and that is all.

Chapter 1

September 2007

Louisville, Kentucky

My name is Kayla Dawn Chapman. Please, just call me Dawn. My Mama thought it would be cute to name me after her favorite character from Days Of Our Lives. I'm a simple smalltown girl. I love my country music. I was always a dancer and cheerleader growing up. I danced because Mama wanted me to. I never considered myself a frou-frou, girly girl. But just because I come from a small town in North Carolina, that doesn't mean I don't have big dreams.

Anyway, I am 18 years old, I'm 5'4", and I am a professional wrestler. No, seriously. That's what I do. It has been my passion since childhood. I watched it for as long as I can remember. Sting has always been my favorite but growing up in the middle of the Monday Night Wars, I was drawn to the WWF during the Attitude Era. The Rock, Stone Cold, and Undertaker were great. But my guy was always Bret "The Hitman" Hart! The Montreal Screwjob happened on my 9th birthday, and I was devastated when Bret jumped ship to WCW. And to see what happened to him at the hands of Goldberg…well, the least said about that, the better.

I have been training in a pro wrestling school near my small North Carolina hometown since I was 15, and I started working the local indy wrestling scene at 16. No better place to start a pro wrestling career than the Charlotte area! But I saw myself going past my local promotions and into the big world of the now WWE. I knew it was a long shot, but Mama didn't raise no quitter. I had my goal in sight and no amount of taunting, bullying or sexual harassment was gonna keep me from my dream.

My wrestling persona is Crimson Vixen. Why, you ask? Do you not see this mop of curly red hair on top of my head? And the cherry red ring gear? Pretty hot, huh? But this untamable mop of hair got me a lot of attention in high school. A bunch of testosteroned up horny high school boys dying to know if "the curtains match the drapes". For fuck's sake! And it's the same bullshit everywhere I go.

Even when I started at wrestling school, all the boys in the locker room wouldn't take me seriously. Being a female in the business sucks sometimes. At first, they didn't think a junior varsity cheerleader with a tiny frame should even dare to dream about this. But I fucking showed them! I worked my ass off in classes and applied every correction and criticism my trainers gave me.

I built my reputation and earned their respect one match at a time and I am damn proud of what I've accomplished. North Carolina Pro Wrestling, or NCPW, and its owner, Tracy Hawks, trusted me and loved my work ethic so much, they made me their first ever Women's Champion at the age of 17. All you doubters and haters in high school that were busy drinking underage and knocking up your girlfriends, take that and shove it up your asses!

It was June and I had finished high school, graduating a year early with honors (so much for the dumb cheerleader stereotype, bitches). I was working a house show the following weekend. I had just finished my match as the defending NCPW Women's Champion against my arch nemesis, Dark Lotus, when a guy came up to me after I finished showering and came out to watch the other matches. I love doing this as studying others is how I get better. I learn different moves and approaches to ring psychology.

Anyway, the guy introduced himself as Danny Davis. I'm no dummy! I know who Danny Davis is. He helps run Ohio Valley Wrestling, a farm system for WWE, with Al Snow. He told me that they have had their eye on me for some time. He asked me if I would be interested in signing a developmental deal with WWE and start under the OVW brand. My heart practically jumped out of my chest, but I kept my cool demeanor, I told him, "Allow me to speak to Tracy before we talk business. I don't want to burn any bridges in this business."

Tracy enthusiastically gave me his blessing. He had always been a father figure to me. I haven't had contact with my Dad since I was 14. My Mama and wrestling are the centers of my life. But Tracy filled that surrogate father role perfectly. He was tough on me, but it was related to me by the other wrestlers that he was the hardest on those he saw the most potential in. He pulled me into a big bear fatherly hug and said, "Go give them hell, baby girl. And don't look back. Don't you ever look back!"

Later that week, I packed up all my belongings into my Jeep Grand Cherokee. I hugged Mama tightly as she bawled so hard, her tears soaked through my George Strait t-shirt. She smiled through her tears as I got into the Jeep. I told her, "Mama, one of these days, as soon as I'm a big star in WWE, I will buy us a huge house and I'm finally moving you to Florida, just like you always dreamed."

Leaving her behind was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. But nothing was stopping me from my blind ambition. I arrived in Louisville and moved into a tiny apartment that a lot of the OVW wrestlers lived in since it was near the training facility. The first month there was hard as hell! Learning this new style was not something I was used to.

When they told me they want to pair me with Nic Nemeth and have us act like the bratty "frat guy" and "sorority girl" heel types, I hated the idea and only being used as a valet on camera pissed me off. Not that I minded being teamed with Nic. His experience already being up on the main roster as Kerwin White's caddie (EW!) and as part of Spirit Squad is invaluable to me and Nic is free with his advice on everything.

Plus, he is a total sweetheart, and we developed a very close brother sister type relationship very quickly. He became very protective of me when the other younger guys on the roster wanted nothing more than a quick fuck from the new girl. Especially goddamn Ryan Reeves. Ew! Pig bitch! Nic let them all know, in no uncertain terms, that I was off limits for them. A part of me wonders if he might have a thing for me, but I always laugh it off and brush that thought to the side.

But I was told by both Danny and Al that this was how it needed to be. I can continue my actual wrestling training during the day, but that they loved my charisma as a valet for the TV product. So, here it is, over two months later. I'm settled into my new routine here in Louisville. Serena Deeb and I have struck up a fast friendship and she is either at my apartment in the same complex, or I'm at hers when we're not at the training facility.

So, here we are. All of us at the OVW training facility stretching, working out, and talking while waiting for the trainers. We had caught wind that John Lauranitis had signed some new talent on the recent European trip and a couple of the guys were reporting here today. There have also been rumors about some of us being reassigned to FCW, or Florida Championship Wrestling, another WWE developmental territory. This one was named after the famous territory ran by Eddie Graham back in the day. Secretly, I want to be there! It was one step closer to getting my Mama to where she always wanted to be.

Anyway, Serena and I have been joined by the other female on the roster, Milena Roucka. I liked her fine, but there was just something about her I didn't trust and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I'm in my straddle split pancaking forward as Serena counts off for me. She stops counting to tease me, "Oh, look at the Major Brothers over there checking out your split. Any chance of your legs being spread for either of them later?"

As she and Milena laugh, I roll my eyes and huff, "Like I have time for that right now. And the bleach blonde look is totally not my type."

Milena looks shrewd, "I don't know, Dawn. Brett is really cute. I think his said his real name is Matt Cardona. And he is definitely smashing on you!"

I look over to see Brett Major admiring my upturned ass. I shrug, "Well, he can smash all he wants but it's not gonna be me." I have a resolve in my mind, and it does not involve me becoming a notch on some wrestler's bedpost. I know how their depraved, horny minds work. Getting a reputation for fucking and sucking off every guy in the locker room is not how I plan to get anywhere in this business!

I raise up, still in my split and turn it into a right one. There is a scuttlebutt around me that is hard to make out. But from what I can tell, the new Euro boys have arrived. I overhear their names as my back is turned in my stretch: Stu Sanders and Drew Galloway. I'm snickering already at the idea of them getting stuck in a tag team called "Stu & Drew" with stereotyped European heel characters.

I feel this presence approach me, accompanied by a shadow that looms large overhead. Serena and Milena have stopped talking and move away from me. I think nothing of it until I hear…that gruff, sexy voice say, "Well, hello there. What's yer name?"

That accent…it sounds Scottish. It sounds yummy as fuck! I look up and my eyes travel up one tall drink of fine scotch! Holy shitballs! Is this guy tall! He has to be close to 6'4 or 6'5. Then my eyes meet his, and I feel like I'm about to cum all over myself right on the spot! Those blue eyes! They look like I could easily get lost in them. They seem so sweet and yet like they spell big time trouble for me at the same time. I stand up and nervously lick my lips and try not to fumble and stutter my words out of lust, "Hi! I'm Dawn. Dawn Chapman. My ring name is Crimson Vixen."

Why the hell did I offer up all of that?! He asked a simple question, dumbass! And now…he's smirking at me. Oh, fuck me hard, he has dimples! Why am I feeling like I can't breathe all of a sudden? And is it always this hot in here? Can someone turn the fan on? He reaches out his hand and says in that fucking hot ass accent, "I'm Drew. Drew Galloway. Nice ta meet ya, mo ghraidh." There is a sweetness to him that has me melting like butter. And what does that mean? Mo ghraidh?

I reach out to shake his hand, and the touch is almost electric. I don't know if he felt that spark, but I sure as hell did. My dream guy literally just landed right off the boat (or plane) from Scotland, and I have a feeling my whole life is about to change. Yeah, remember that resolve I just talked about? You know. The one about not dating a fellow wrestler? I believe that is getting kicked to the curb, along with my underwear. Yep, Dawn. You're definitely in trouble!