I decided to rewrite this in first person, because I believe it will flow better. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter.
Warning: This chapter involves flash backs of attempted murder and may be disturbing for anyone under the age of 18.
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Brittany's POV

I loved him, I loved Mathew Ambrose. We met in the square circle, he was funny, cute, sensitive, and caring....or so I thought.

I even turned down a chance at dating a friend, but Mathew was quicker. His cousin Dean Ambrose or as everyone in CZW called him Jon Moxley for his gritty devil may care attitude with blood thirsty tactics in the ring, and quite the ladies man I may add. It all started going down hill when my grandmother died. Dean comforted me, while Mathew watched on. I should have left, but I staid because I thought it was love. That was five years ago. Five fucking years I wish to forget.

My name is Brittany Samantha Darkblade. I am 24 years old and I am a NXT woman wrestler with my twin sister Kayla Ann Darkblade. We are the undefeated both in single and tag competition. We are the Stable Dark Blade Twins. Yeah I know sounds like the Bella twins. I have a beautiful 2 year old son who, keeps me fighting.

Mathew may have left his mark on me, physically and mentality. The only good thing out of our relationship even though it was rape, would be Carter Jun Darkblade.

I lay in my bed wrapped up in my Egyptian cotton bed sheets. Thinking of what tomorrow would bring. As I sleep I have the same nightmare that has reared its head for the past two fucking years. The night I almost died....

Flashback

I came home from the doctors, I hadn't been feeling to well and Mathew didn't want his personal fuck toy/  punching bag giving him any illness that could cause him not to wrestle. I was already in NXT working with my twin, Dean, and Seth Rollins.

My heart began to pound as Mathew walked in, he smelled of beer and cheap perfume. I knew he had been cheating on me, but I didn't want to believe.

He walked in and wrapped his arms around me "So?" he asked

I turned and looked at him "I'm not sick." I said

"That's good, so what's wrong?" he asked.

I took a shaky breath and answered "Mathew, I'm pregnant." I said.

His face went to shock then to a look of pure rage as he back handed me into the wall "You whore!" he said.

My head hit the wall and I saw stars "Mathew, your the father. I have been faithful to you." I sobbed.

He grabbed me by the throat and held me against the wall, his buck knife in his hand blade out. He looked me in the eyes "Its his isn't it. Its my cousin Dean's?" he demanded

"What? No Mathew I haven't seen Dean since ROH." I sobbed.

Then it happened. He stabbed me, he did this five more times before he left me to die. I laid in a pool of my own blood and death took me....

I awoke with a start, I looked at the clock on my night stand 4:30 am. That same fucking dream, in it I died. That's what would have happened if my half sister Tiffany Hardy did't show up with my Step-brothers Matt and Jeff.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom with a change of my work out clothes. CJ was already at my parents so I didn't have to worry about taking him to the gym with me and leaving him in the child care room.

I took a shower. The hot spray of the shower head soothing me, but it could never wash away the scars left on my body that were now mixed with those from my CZW and ROH days. When I finished my shower I dried off, brushed my hair and dressed into my black Nike sports top with matching shorts over my black lace low rise panties.

I tied my hair back into a braided bun and walked into my room again. I grabbed my socks which were black, and my black and blue Nike work out shoes. I grabbed my chain wallet which was black and had the deception logo on it from transformers.

(I have this wallet in real life too, it's just missing the chain.)

I then walked over to my tote bag that I used for a gym bag.

(Sorry major Decepticon fan here.)

I put my change of clean clothes in it all of which reping the Decepticons. I know, but transformers is the shit especially G1 from the 80s gods Starscream and Prowl.

(Pants)

(Shirt just imagine the blue as black)

(Hat)

(Belt)

(Shoes, yes they are custom)

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my keychain, watch, and necklaces all gifts from Dean and Seth before Mathew controlled my life. I never parted with them they were that treasured especially the ring Seth got me.

(Ring)

(Watch)

(Keychain)

(Tag necklace is from Dean)

I put the watch, necklace, and ring on and walked over to my other bag for my 'lady' things.

(Purse)

I walked over and grabbed my decepticon covered iPhone and black ear buds.

(Earbuds)

(iPhone cover, yes it's Starscream!)

I turned the lamp on and the big light off and left the room and headed down stairs. My mother and son were already on the plane to Atlanta, while I was here in Orlando for NXT. The local cross fit gym was open 24 hours. So I knew I would make good time.

I got into my beat down 1986 Ford F-150 which had three stickers on it two on the window and one on the bumper

(Bumper)

(Middle of the back window.)

(Front mid top windshield)

I got in and put my bags in the floor board on the passenger side. I sat behind the wheel and closed the door. I buckled my seat belt and put the key into the ignition. I knew Kayla would be there with her boyfriend a friend from our youth. I turned the key and the massive big block 302 with the Ebrock carburetor roared to life. I put ole Rusty into reverse and pulled out of the drive. When I was on the street, I put Rusty in drive and left the apartment building I shared with my sister when she wasn't with that sexy Samoan Roman. I admit, after that day three years ago. I was a changed woman. Little did I know fate would bring me back together with my little Autobot loving puppy.....