Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with the WWE, If I did I would have sold out a while ago and paid off some tuition! Maggie Danials and Grayson are mine however. MINE!! (insert evil laughter here)

A/N: hey there, this isn't you typical wrestling fic. At least I don't think it is. It's more about a woman who is behind the scenes then on the front lines with every one else. Its been something that been in my head for awhile and screaming to get out. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think please! ~audacious -------

My name is Maggie Danials. I'm 26, never married, rarely date, and have the sense God gave a lemming on the edge of a cliff when it comes to men. My past contains various stories that should have run on daytime television. At age 22, a fresh graduate out of the University of Minnesota with no job and piles of debt, I lost my parents and only sister in a traffic accident when a good ol' boy decided he was good enough to drive and his friends didn't argue with him. I also gained my 1-year-old nephew in the process. I don't know who his father is, and not to speak ill of the dead, I don't think my sister did either. I adopted Grayson and he officially became my son one week to the day when we buried the ones we loved.

As soon as I was able I went out and got the first job I could find, working at a travel agency. I started out as secretary, excuse me an "office assistant" and worked my way up to the top. Many of my fellow cubical-mates may pass around that I slept my way to the top, but I am pleased to announce that I always kept my legs together and my mouth shut. The agency is rather like being back in high school, with the cliques, rumors and snobbery that any has-been or still-is nerd can remember. Lately I've been wondering what else there is. I am bound and determined to find something else and soon. With the insurance and legal settlement that Grayson and I inherited, I could quit today and not work for a couple of months. Our house is paid for, bills caught up with and the kid definitely doesn't have to worry about paying for college when that time comes. The thought of all that free time and a job search scares the hell out of me, so until a miracle happens I'll sit at my desk and pretend to be perky as I set people up with fabulous vacations, all the time secretly wishing they get food poisoning on the ship. Am I bitter? Nah. Just blunt.

Grayson is now 5 and a crazy little kid that everyone loves. He is also the main reason I rarely date, since he has gotten quite good at playing a little terror scaring away any testosterone laden man in a 5-block area. He's a good kid to have around. Which leads me to the other man in my life that keeps the "future husbands" at bay. A 6'4 300 lbs give or take a few cheeseburgers, giant by the name of Brock Lesner. Freshman Chemistry Partners at The U, Best Friends for Life. It might have been that "A" I helped him get so he could stay on the wrestling squad, who knows? All I know is that he is my self-appointed, lifetime- guaranteed bodyguard and shoulder to cry on. We don't talk as much as we should, but when you are the super hero to thousands of kids everywhere, mine included, that is understandable. Grayson calls him Uncle Brock, and attaches himself like a half-starved leech to Brock's leg when he visits and can't be pried off until we get to the airport. They are two peas in a pod and completely inseparable. Brock even lets him win when they wrestle, a fact Grayson proudly likes to declare. Brock has our best interests at heart, but how much I didn't know until he showed up one day and changed our lives.