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Prologue

Do any of you have a cousin you were close to at one point? I don't just mean any cousin, I mean the kind that's older than you and seems to think they know everything? Does anyone have one like that? Ok if you, when is the last time you two went somewhere and he or she was making all the decisions? What if he or she didn't give you a say in anything? What happens if a decision he or she makes…puts you in danger?

Hi, my name is Meaghan Laree Johnson. I'm currently twenty years old, living alone in San Francisco, and working as a diva and a tattoo artist. My older brother, Maven, works for the WWF and always came to visit me since I was on Smackdown. Well…one day he was in town and he brought our cousin, Dwayne, or The Rock, along with him.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my cousin to death, but the man definitely walks around like he owns the place and knows everything. I never understood why girls liked him. As children, we were all very close. He defended me through everything, including when my brother picked fights with me. Now…I felt like I really didn't know him at all. The last time I had seen him I was eighteen, and instead of acknowledging me at my grad party, he spent his time getting numbers.

"Hey girlie, how are you doing?" he asked me as he walked into my living room.

I stood up from my couch and wrapped my arms around him tightly. "I'm good just tired from my day job."

"Wow, I can't believe how much you've grown." He said as he ran his hands through my long hair. "I think we need to keep this one indoors tonight Mav,"

My brother laughed, "She's grown now Rocky, and she knows how to watch her back right sis?"

I smiled, "Thank you big brother, and what did you mean by keeping me indoors tonight?"

Dwayne smiled, "Well little cuz, we were going to ask you if you wanted to come and be at ringside with us tonight. It's the Royal Rumble."

I sighed as I sat down, "I don't know if I can."

"Why not?" Maven asked, "You'll have a seat at the announce table."

I smiled at that thought, "That's nice but I have to work at the tattoo shop tomorrow morning."

"Awe, come on sis, all you do is work. You need to get out there and have some fun."

I rolled my eyes and raked my hand through my hair, "Guys,"

"Please?" Maven asked, giving me those puppy dog eyes.

"Don't beg her Maven; clearly she's too good to come watch us wrestle."

I glared at Dwayne, "Excuse me but who asked for your opinion?"

He shrugged, "No one had to ask me sweetness…I'm The Rock, the People's champ so therefore I have all grounds to state how I feel."

"Yea well you're in my house and what I say goes, so shut your mouth and know your damn role,"

Maven's mouth fell open, "Wow she used your own stuff against you."

"Yes she did, she's growing up so fast." He said.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine I'll go, but you two have to promise me that you'll keep me safe. I don't want to end up hurt."

"You won't get hurt. Besides I hear that the guy that would hurt you isn't returning for another month." Maven said.

"And that person is?"

"The Undertaker, he's been gone for a few weeks now." Maven replied.

I nodded, "Well that's good, now you two wait here so I can go change."

"But the show doesn't start for another four hours." Dwayne said.

I turned around with a smile, "I know…that's all the time you boys will need to find me a new dress."

Maven shook his head and I turned around to keep climbing the steps. Little did I know that this night was about mark the start of the worst few months of my life.