Disclaimer: I do not own any wrestler in the WWE, and have just entered negotiations into owning Brock Lesner. I'll let you know how that goes. But I do own however Maggie, Grayson, and Anna AN ok so I lied about the monster chapter and did break it up. But hey! This way you get two for the price of one. Am I right?! And may I just say that this past Smackdown made me chant with the crowd! Lol sooo goood. ~audacious

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We found our seats, Gray got the window seat of course, and the first class section was filling up as a slightly over weight, middle-aged man with a very bad toupee and wearing an equally bad suit sat across the isle from me.

"So" he said leaning over the aisle, "Is this your first flight?"

"Ummm no it isn't"

"Really? I haven't seen you on this flight before."

"I fly other places."

Luckily the flight attendant came and distracted him for a moment, so I leaned over and checked Grayson's seat belt and shoved our bags further under the seat and then looked out the window as the plane started to move along the runway.

"OK Grayson, hang on here we go!"

Grayson eyes grew big as the plane went faster and faster and then lifted off the ground

"Wow. Cool."

I laughed, "Fun isn't it?"

Soon we got to cruising altitude, and Gray pulled out his books and started to read them. I'm not quite sure if he can totally read all of them yet, but he had me read them to him enough that I think most of it is memorizing. Since Grayson was distracted I pulled out my briefcase and started to flip through papers, getting the Smackdown lodging and transportation set for the next month.

I got a lot of work done in that hour until the creepy guy next to me decided that he hadn't talk for too long and he started up a conversation.

"So, you come here often?" and then he laughed like it was the greatest joke in the world.

I gave a half-hearted smile and didn't comment.

He tried again, "So what's a good lookin' broad like you doin' in an airplane like this?"

I gave him the look, "I'm on a business trip, and I'm trying to get some work done." hoping that would give him the hint to shut up. I leaned over the aisle and motioned for him to do the same. He grinned big like he was going to score big, "and if you ever call me a broad again, I'll make you cry and beg for your mommy. You got that?"

He pulled back and looked at me, "Yeah I got that, you like things rough do ya? It's usually the good lookin' ones that are all crazy like that. My name is Roy Smith, here's my card." which he tossed into my briefcase "So ah, you got a place to stay for the night? I got me a suite at the Saratoga Carriage House, I wouldn't mind the company."

My God wouldn't this guy quit? "Actually I do, with my boyfriend, so you can just take that 2-bit suite and shove it."

"Aw honey, c'mon you need a real man." He leaned over and ran a finger down my arm,

"Not some sniveling boy who can't give you want you need."

I shivered in disgust at his touch, and quick as a flash grabbed his hand, tightening my grip around his fingers, listening to his knuckles pop one by one. Brock taught me this move; you can make a grown man cry with just enough pressure,

"If I squeeze any harder, you're not going to have much a of a social life Mr. Smith. So why don't you just crawl back into your cave, and don't talk. And when we land, and you still think you can be a bigger man then my boyfriend, come and find me." I released his hand in disgust and he gasped as the blood started to pump back into his battered fingers.

Thankfully he was quiet until we landed smoothly. "Hmm, when he sees Brock this will get interesting," I thought as we pulled into the gate area. Gray had fallen asleep half way through the flight so I woke him up and packed up his books into his bag.

"I'm tired still. Can you carry me Mom?"

"No I cant sweetie, I have to carry our bags, maybe Brock will carry you when we find him, ok?

"All right"

Mr. Smith spoke up from in front of us, "I can carry something."

"Drop Dead." I said not even looking at him I saw the flight attendant smile at us as we walked past her,

"I have been wanting to do that ever since we took off," she said looking at his back as he walked away.

I laughed, "That one was on the house."

Gray took my hand as we walked into the terminal, his eyes big from all the excitement. I saw Mr. Smith slowly follow us, no doubt to see who this sniveling boyfriend of mine was.

Grayson spotted Brock first, "Uncle Brock!" he yelled pulling his hand out of mind and racing towards him. Grayson jumped into his arms and Brock gave him a big hug.

"Hey kid how you doin?" he shifted Gray to his other arm and looked at me. His look is enough to make a girl weak in the knees, "So you made it in one piece." and he wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me in for a kiss.

"ewww gross" Grayson said making a face

Laughing I pulled away, "What Gray? You don't like this?" and putting my hands behind his neck, I pulled Brock's head down and met his lips with my own kiss.

"Moom."

Brock laughed and ran his tongue along my bottom lip, making me shiver as I pulled away.

"I missed you," he said still holding me, and then turning to Grayson, "I missed you too!" and Grayson grinned sleepily putting his head on Brocks shoulder

Smiling at the picture those two made I said, "We better go to the baggage claim and get our suitcases. Do you mind carrying him?"

"Nah he is light."

We got to the baggage claim and I spotted Mr. Smith lurking nearby, "Mr. Smith!" I called, "Was there something you wanted to say to my boyfriend?"

Mr. Smith turned white and he started to stutter, and then quickly ran away.

"What was that all about?" Brock asked looking at him run away

I leaned against him, "Guy giving me a rough time on the plane. Said I needed a real man. So I told him that as soon as I got done with you, I'd give him a call."

"Oh you did, did you?"

"Hmm hmm." I said and trailed a finger up his chest, "I used the finger maneuver you taught me."

"And what did he do?"

I grinned, "Exactly what you said he would do."

Laughing Brock grabbed our bags from the stack and we headed outside into the warm sunshine.

"So other then the creepy guy, how was the flight?" Brock asked

"Pretty good, I was able to get a lot of work done. Thanks for the limo and switching us up to first class."

"First Class? I didn't do that. The limo was all me, but I didn't switch you to first class."

"You didn't? Honest? Well who did then?"

"I don't know, maybe it was a computer glitch."

"Hmm. That doesn't normally happen."

"Well anyway, here is our car."

"Another Limo?"

"Yeah Vince doesn't like us driving if we don't have to, so you'll probably be booking a lot of these."

" Well that would explain it all those request forms."

We piled into the limo; Gray was still sleeping as we pulled silently into the traffic lane.

"Well I don't think I'll get tired of this." I said smiling feeling the leather seats. "Ok so once we get to the arena what's going to happen?"

"Well, Vince said he wanted to see you, and then I'll probably show you around and introduce you to people. I got my workouts done already so we can just take it easy until tonight's taping."

"Do you usually workout so early?"

"No, I couldn't sleep I was to keyed up about you and Gray getting here," he said smiling at me while taking my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I squeezed back and leaned against him with my head on his shoulder. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Brock was waking me up as we pulled into the parking lot.

"C'mon baby, we're here."

Yawning I looked out the window, "wow how long did I sleep?"

"Only about 15 min. Are you not feeling good?"

"What? No, I'm fine. I just feel really run down, I haven't been sleeping well." I didn't want to worry Brock, but lying to him isn't high on my priority list.

"Why not?"

"High anxiety dreams." changing the subject quickly I asked, "Do you think you can carry him?" Pointing at Grayson who was sprawled on the opposite seat. "And would you mind looking after him while I talk with Vince?"

Brock, who still looked worried, said, "Hey yeah, we can go to my dressing room it should be pretty quiet there at this time."

We got out and carried our bags to Brock's dressing room, passing rows of storage units, and electrical cords.

"Here's Vince's' Office," Brock said pointing, "My dressing room is just down the hall on the left. My name is on the door. We'll wait for you down there."

"Ok," I said giving him a quick kiss, "There is a blanket and pillow in Gray's bag and some toys if he wakes up."

"Ok, we'll be fine," Brock said with a smile, "Get in there don't let the big guy keep you waiting."

I winked at him and knocked on Vince's door

"Come in!" came a brisk call

"Hi Vince," I said opening the door, "Brock said you wanted to see me." Vince was standing at his desk and a man covered in tattoos was seated on the couch

"Aw Maggie girl here you are! How was the flight? Was it comfortable?"

"Was it you who switched our reservations?"

"Well actually I told your secretary to do it, but yes I was behind it."

"Well thank you very much. Grayson had an excellent time. So good in fact he is fast asleep." I paused looking at the man on the couch, "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"Oh Hell no, Maggie, this is Mark Callaway also known as The Undertaker. Mark this is Maggie Danials our new Travel Coordinator for Smackdown. You can see her if you need anything new or to switch it around. She will be traveling with her son, Grayson."

"Hi Mark," I said, "A pleasure to meet you, I almost didn't recognize you with out the bike."

He laughed, "Yeah its double parked outside so I probably should get goin, it was nice to meet you darlin' I'll see you around. Vince"

"Mark"

Mark shut the door behind him

Vince looked at me as he sat at his desk. "So Maggie, I suppose first up for our meeting is to find you an office."

"Well I actually don't need much, just an outlet to plug my laptop in."

"OK we can do that. Second, while you are on tour with us the athletes will know to come to you with any problems with their lodging or travel. So you'll need to be available at all times."

"That is no problem I have my cell phone with me everywhere, so I'm easy to get a hold of"

"Excellent, Third, when we have VIPs come through you will need to make sure everything is in order. This is especially important around Wrestlemainia. Some of them are very demanding, but I want you to know that I will back you up on your decisions."

I smiled, "I wont take any crap from anybody."

"You'll fit in great around here then," Vince said laughing, "Another thing, is when the athletes have family come to the shows, you can set it up their reservations but please make it clear that the WWE will not foot the total bill. We have a certain limit that applies to everybody. It used to be we would cover everything and then there was an unfortunate incident involving a mini bar, and believe me, those were some mighty expensive peanuts."

Laughing, "I understand completely."

"Great," Vince had a big smile on his face, "Well I suppose you would like a tour around the arena?"

"Well actually, Brock all ready volunteered if you don't mind."

"Not at all. Do you know where his dressing room is?"

"Yeah he pointed it out." I started to gather my things and head toward the door.

"And Maggie?"

"Yeah Vince?"

"Welcome to the WWE."

"Thanks." And I shut the door behind me.