Disclaimer As of yet negotiations for my ownership of Brock have been
deadlock, so the WWE still owns him and everybody else. I got Maggie and
Grayson!
AN OK this picks up a couple of weeks ago when the ring collapsed - just a time line for ya'll (
**
At exactly 5:47 my alarm and phone started ringing at the same time, "What a sick joke," I muttered reaching across the wide bed to hit the alarm clock and grab the phone. "Maggie" I said answering it
"Brock." He said
"Have I ever told you that you have either the worst or the best timing?"
"You've told me both actually," he said laughing, "How was your nap?"
"Pretty good in fact. Its amazing how a king size bed can help a girl sleep."
"King size? How did you swing that one?"
"Ah. They screwed up our room, and gave us a single smoking room, when I requested a double non-smoking. So to make me happy they put us in a suite."
"Make you happy?"
I laughed, "I let them know that making me unhappy, is not a very good idea. So they were willing to bite the bullet. That and they didn't have any other rooms," I said quickly
"Ah yes, the truth comes out," Brock said laughing "Well hey, I gotta go and run some stuff over with The Show I just wanted to let you know that we were done with our meeting so you can come over whenever you want."
"All righty, I'll have to go rouse Gray, he actually took another nap."
"Gee, must be rough to be 5."
"Yeah he is just a victim."
"OK baby, I'll see you guys in a little bit."
"Bye sweetie."
I put the phone down and stared at the ceiling, smiling, thinking about Brock. If someone ever told me that I would be here 5 years ago, I would go tell them to have their head examined and jump in all 10,000 of Minnesota's lakes. Everything about him just makes my heart flutter, and makes me all giddy. "You got it bad girl," I said softly not really caring. The door into my bedroom slowly creaked open, and Grayson came tiptoeing in, "Momma?" he said softly
I played possum watching him through the corner of my eye. He crawled up on the far side of the bed, and wiggled towards me,
"ARRGGH!!" I yelled jumping up and pulling him under the covers, he shrieked and then lay there giggling pushing the blankets up with his legs and arms making a tent and then watching it fall down on him. Rolling over and lying on my side looking at him made me smile, how the hell did I wind up with such a great kid? Grayson was wearing his mask and cape, I figured he was going to wear it tonight and there wasn't anything I could do to stop him.
"What's up kiddo?"
"I'm up."
"I see that. You ready to go see Brock?"
"Uh huh! Can we see Mark too?"
"I think he'll see us first. He's pretty tall."
Grayson grinned, "Didja see him give me a ride on his shoulders?! I was taller then Uncle Brock. It was cool."
"Yes I did see that" I stretched and sat on the edge of the bed, "OK kid let's get up and go."
Gray rolled off the bed, and hit the floor with a loud thump with a loud "OW!" and then he giggled
"You ok?" I asked rolling over to where he was on the floor, he was still giggling, "I'm going to take that as you are A-OK. Go put your shoes on, I need to get changed."
"Otay!" and he ran off and shut the door behind him. Getting up I stretched again, and quickly went to the bathroom, washed my face and pulled my suit back on; straightened my hair in the mirror. "It's a hopeless cause" looking at my mop of hair. I grabbed my phone off the dresser, put it in my laptop bag and headed out to the main room where Grayson was attempting to tie his shoes.
"Hurricane has Velcro." He announced looking rather discouraged at his bows.
"Its ok punkin, you're getting a lot better at it." I bet over and grabbed a foot starting to tie, "Did you know that Brock couldn't tie his shoes in college? He went every where with the laces flopping" That and half the time he was wearing his pajamas and slippers to class, I thought with a grin
Grayson eyes got wide, "Really?"
"Yup, I had to teach him too," I grabbed the other foot, "Ask him sometime. OK We're ready! Got your coat?"
"I have my cape."
I sighed, "Yes but if you have to become Citizen Grayson won't you need a coat if its cold? You can't wear a cape."
Thankfully, he took me for my word and ran to get his coat.
*
We got to the arena without incident, and plenty of stares. Apparently a masked 5-year-old causes excitement. Don't ask me why.
Mark spotted us first, walking down the hallway he looked at Grayson in his outfit and then at me. I just smiled, rolled my eyes and shrugged.
"Hurricane!" He said bending down picking Gray up and throwing him in the air catching him, "Aren't you supposed to be on Raw?"
Grayson laughed, liking the fact he fooled Mark, he lifted his mask up, "SEE! Its me!"
"Well that is somethin'. You had me fooled completely. Hey darlin'" he said turning to me, "Brock said to tell you he's over by the gorilla. Can you find your way?"
"Yeah I can manage I think, C'mon Gray"
Mark put him on the ground as Gray grabbed my hand.
"Momma can I stay with Mark?" Gray asked
"Yeah that's no problem, darlin', I'd be glad to."
"You sure?" I asked watching Mark nod and grin and Grayson who was hopping around his cape flying around him, "OK Thanks Mark." I bent down and straightened Grayson's mask, "Now listen here kid, you behave yourself. And no candy."
Grayson smiled really big, "Otay!" and grabbed Marks hand. Grayson skipped happily along with him starting his endless chatter.
"I'll bring him to the gorilla before my match," Mark called over his shoulder
"Sounds fine, I'll be there."
I wandered over to the gorilla where it was a wave of activity. Brock was doing some stretches in a far corner away from the hubbub, behind some crates.
"You know," I said walking up to him, "That hurts me just watching you."
Laughing as he straightened up he said, "Hey Mags I need some help with this one." He was sitting on the floor with his leg spread, stretching his hamstrings I was guessing.
"What do you need?"
"Here sit on the ground facing me," he said as I did it, "And then like this," he put my legs over his, pulling me towards him with his hands on my waist, "And like this" he took my hands and wrapped them around his neck.
"So," I said putting my forehead against his, "Is this an actually stretch?"
He grinned, "Its not exactly a stretch, its more like a maneuver."
"A Maneuver? What are you, a tank commander?" I said laughing
Brock laughed and then planted a kiss on the tip of my nose, "So where is Gray?"
"He is off on a quest with Mark."
"Oh really?" he said arching an eye brow, "So you're un-chaperoned."
I grinned and said softly, "Yeah whatcha gonna do about it Lesner?"
"Well I was thinking something like this," his voice was low and deep as his lips met mine soft at first and then harder, more demanding. My hands roamed down his bare chest, around his ribs, and up his back tracing the sculpted muscle and tattoo. Brock groaned when my tongue ran across his lips, opening up for me. His hands ran down my back, cradling my butt and pulling me even closer to him. "And then something like this," he said lacing his fingers in my hair and leaving a trail of kisses along my jaw and down my throat as I let out a soft moan.
"Don't think I ever saw a stretch like that before," Mark said peering over the edge of the crates
"Jesus!" I yelled jerking back
"Shut up Mark," Brock growled looking up at him, "And go to hell"
Mark started laughing
"You know I was wrong about something hon, you don't have the worst timing, Mark does." I said feeling a slow blush creep up my neck hearing Mark roar even louder. "Thanks for giving us a warning there Dead Man."
"Hey I called your names." Mark said with his hands in the air, "It ain't my fault."
"Right," I said getting up slowly brushing my self off, looking around to see if there were any more witnesses, luckily there weren't.
"Hey darlin'," Mark leaned over barely containing his grin, "You got some whisker burn there."
"Shaddup" causing Mark to start laughing again, "Hon you gonna get up?" I asked looking down at Brock who was still on the floor.
Brock made a face, "Don't think that's such a good idea right now. Better give me a second or two."
Mark leaned against the wall, laughing to hard to stand straight, tears where rolling down his cheeks, "Stop," he howled, "I don't think I can take anymore."
I put my hand to my face hiding my grin, "You ummm- might wanna be careful in your match tonight. The Show might take that as a compliment."
Brock groaned and leaned against the wall, "You are not helping"
Mark slid down to the floor and sat there clutching his stomach, "Oh Lordy I needed that."
"Hey Mark I know you are really enjoying yourself here, but where's my kid?" I asked
"Huh? Oh Grayson, he's in the little boys room," he said motioning with his thumb to a door behind us as it opened.
"Well speak of the devil, there you are."
Grayson popped into the hallway, "Hi Mom! Where's Uncle Brock?"
"He's having some umm- quiet time before his match" Mark snickered as I gave him a look. "Why don't we take a walk around." Grayson slid his hand into mine
"Mark, do you wanna come with?" Grayson asked
"Nah kiddo I gotta sit this one out, I'm out there in a little bit."
"Good Luck Mark, be safe and don't do anything stupid." I said
"Thanks darlin'. I'll see you two afterwards."
*
Grayson and I wandered around for a little while, watched Mark in his match, and the rest of the matches that night, until it was time for Brock's match. We went back to the gorilla, where Brock was just getting ready to go out.
"Good luck Uncle Brock," Grayson said running over and hugging his leg.
"You ok?" I asked my eyes searching his
He grinned, "Ya I'm good. Just promise me a repeat performance later."
"Only if you win," I said laughing softly giving him a quick kiss, "Break a leg"
"Thanks" He walked over to the curtain as his music started, before he ducked through he turned and winked, and then was gone.
I sighed as my stomach turned in knots, "How does he manage this? I think I'm getting an ulcer all ready." I said to no one in particular
"What's that darlin'?" Mark came up from behind us, his hair still damp from his shower and a towel around his neck.
"Nothing just muttering to myself."
"So how is our boy doin'? He able to get things under control?'
"Yes he was. Thanks for askin'"
We stood there in silence watching the match on the monitors back stage; Grayson was leaning against Mark's legs watching intently.
"This is really taking a lot out of him isn't?" I said to Mark
"Oh yeah. They are both good, Brock's a little stronger in the stamina, and The Show in the brute strength. It's a great match up."
"How does your wife handle this? I mean honestly, I'm so on edge I feel like I'm gonna be sick."
"Sara got it real bad at first, but she's kinda mellowed out since. She still gets nervous, but it don't make her sick. Don't worry darlin'" he patted my shoulder, "you'll get used to it after awhile."
I winced as The Show slammed Brock into the mat, and then did it again. "I suppose you're right."
"What the hell are they doin'?" Mark growled surprised at what he was seeing. The Show was pulling Brock up the turnbuckles; he got as far as the second rope before Brock started his punches and then climbed to the top setting up the fall.
I gripped Marks arm, "Please tell me I'm not watching this"
"Darlin' I was just gonna say the same"
We both watched horrified as 800 lbs of wrestler sailed gracefully through the air and hit the mat in a sickening thud. As they hit the ring posts collapsed and fell in with the platform collapsing with a huge crashing noise. All activity backstage stopped and the noise level dropped to zero; the crowd was on their feet not believing what they had just witnessed.
"Momma?" Grayson tugged at my hand, "What happened? Why isn't he getting up?"
"I don't know baby."
"I wanna go help him." Grayson wriggled out of my grasp and ran for the entrance
"No little man, you stay put." Mark exclaimed running quickly to intercept him "You gotta help your momma first."
All I could do was stand there, frozen, watching the monitor waiting for him to move. Medical personal were running to the ring with stretchers
"Holy Shit." Was all I could say as I felt panic rise up realizing my dreams were coming to reality.
AN OK this picks up a couple of weeks ago when the ring collapsed - just a time line for ya'll (
**
At exactly 5:47 my alarm and phone started ringing at the same time, "What a sick joke," I muttered reaching across the wide bed to hit the alarm clock and grab the phone. "Maggie" I said answering it
"Brock." He said
"Have I ever told you that you have either the worst or the best timing?"
"You've told me both actually," he said laughing, "How was your nap?"
"Pretty good in fact. Its amazing how a king size bed can help a girl sleep."
"King size? How did you swing that one?"
"Ah. They screwed up our room, and gave us a single smoking room, when I requested a double non-smoking. So to make me happy they put us in a suite."
"Make you happy?"
I laughed, "I let them know that making me unhappy, is not a very good idea. So they were willing to bite the bullet. That and they didn't have any other rooms," I said quickly
"Ah yes, the truth comes out," Brock said laughing "Well hey, I gotta go and run some stuff over with The Show I just wanted to let you know that we were done with our meeting so you can come over whenever you want."
"All righty, I'll have to go rouse Gray, he actually took another nap."
"Gee, must be rough to be 5."
"Yeah he is just a victim."
"OK baby, I'll see you guys in a little bit."
"Bye sweetie."
I put the phone down and stared at the ceiling, smiling, thinking about Brock. If someone ever told me that I would be here 5 years ago, I would go tell them to have their head examined and jump in all 10,000 of Minnesota's lakes. Everything about him just makes my heart flutter, and makes me all giddy. "You got it bad girl," I said softly not really caring. The door into my bedroom slowly creaked open, and Grayson came tiptoeing in, "Momma?" he said softly
I played possum watching him through the corner of my eye. He crawled up on the far side of the bed, and wiggled towards me,
"ARRGGH!!" I yelled jumping up and pulling him under the covers, he shrieked and then lay there giggling pushing the blankets up with his legs and arms making a tent and then watching it fall down on him. Rolling over and lying on my side looking at him made me smile, how the hell did I wind up with such a great kid? Grayson was wearing his mask and cape, I figured he was going to wear it tonight and there wasn't anything I could do to stop him.
"What's up kiddo?"
"I'm up."
"I see that. You ready to go see Brock?"
"Uh huh! Can we see Mark too?"
"I think he'll see us first. He's pretty tall."
Grayson grinned, "Didja see him give me a ride on his shoulders?! I was taller then Uncle Brock. It was cool."
"Yes I did see that" I stretched and sat on the edge of the bed, "OK kid let's get up and go."
Gray rolled off the bed, and hit the floor with a loud thump with a loud "OW!" and then he giggled
"You ok?" I asked rolling over to where he was on the floor, he was still giggling, "I'm going to take that as you are A-OK. Go put your shoes on, I need to get changed."
"Otay!" and he ran off and shut the door behind him. Getting up I stretched again, and quickly went to the bathroom, washed my face and pulled my suit back on; straightened my hair in the mirror. "It's a hopeless cause" looking at my mop of hair. I grabbed my phone off the dresser, put it in my laptop bag and headed out to the main room where Grayson was attempting to tie his shoes.
"Hurricane has Velcro." He announced looking rather discouraged at his bows.
"Its ok punkin, you're getting a lot better at it." I bet over and grabbed a foot starting to tie, "Did you know that Brock couldn't tie his shoes in college? He went every where with the laces flopping" That and half the time he was wearing his pajamas and slippers to class, I thought with a grin
Grayson eyes got wide, "Really?"
"Yup, I had to teach him too," I grabbed the other foot, "Ask him sometime. OK We're ready! Got your coat?"
"I have my cape."
I sighed, "Yes but if you have to become Citizen Grayson won't you need a coat if its cold? You can't wear a cape."
Thankfully, he took me for my word and ran to get his coat.
*
We got to the arena without incident, and plenty of stares. Apparently a masked 5-year-old causes excitement. Don't ask me why.
Mark spotted us first, walking down the hallway he looked at Grayson in his outfit and then at me. I just smiled, rolled my eyes and shrugged.
"Hurricane!" He said bending down picking Gray up and throwing him in the air catching him, "Aren't you supposed to be on Raw?"
Grayson laughed, liking the fact he fooled Mark, he lifted his mask up, "SEE! Its me!"
"Well that is somethin'. You had me fooled completely. Hey darlin'" he said turning to me, "Brock said to tell you he's over by the gorilla. Can you find your way?"
"Yeah I can manage I think, C'mon Gray"
Mark put him on the ground as Gray grabbed my hand.
"Momma can I stay with Mark?" Gray asked
"Yeah that's no problem, darlin', I'd be glad to."
"You sure?" I asked watching Mark nod and grin and Grayson who was hopping around his cape flying around him, "OK Thanks Mark." I bent down and straightened Grayson's mask, "Now listen here kid, you behave yourself. And no candy."
Grayson smiled really big, "Otay!" and grabbed Marks hand. Grayson skipped happily along with him starting his endless chatter.
"I'll bring him to the gorilla before my match," Mark called over his shoulder
"Sounds fine, I'll be there."
I wandered over to the gorilla where it was a wave of activity. Brock was doing some stretches in a far corner away from the hubbub, behind some crates.
"You know," I said walking up to him, "That hurts me just watching you."
Laughing as he straightened up he said, "Hey Mags I need some help with this one." He was sitting on the floor with his leg spread, stretching his hamstrings I was guessing.
"What do you need?"
"Here sit on the ground facing me," he said as I did it, "And then like this," he put my legs over his, pulling me towards him with his hands on my waist, "And like this" he took my hands and wrapped them around his neck.
"So," I said putting my forehead against his, "Is this an actually stretch?"
He grinned, "Its not exactly a stretch, its more like a maneuver."
"A Maneuver? What are you, a tank commander?" I said laughing
Brock laughed and then planted a kiss on the tip of my nose, "So where is Gray?"
"He is off on a quest with Mark."
"Oh really?" he said arching an eye brow, "So you're un-chaperoned."
I grinned and said softly, "Yeah whatcha gonna do about it Lesner?"
"Well I was thinking something like this," his voice was low and deep as his lips met mine soft at first and then harder, more demanding. My hands roamed down his bare chest, around his ribs, and up his back tracing the sculpted muscle and tattoo. Brock groaned when my tongue ran across his lips, opening up for me. His hands ran down my back, cradling my butt and pulling me even closer to him. "And then something like this," he said lacing his fingers in my hair and leaving a trail of kisses along my jaw and down my throat as I let out a soft moan.
"Don't think I ever saw a stretch like that before," Mark said peering over the edge of the crates
"Jesus!" I yelled jerking back
"Shut up Mark," Brock growled looking up at him, "And go to hell"
Mark started laughing
"You know I was wrong about something hon, you don't have the worst timing, Mark does." I said feeling a slow blush creep up my neck hearing Mark roar even louder. "Thanks for giving us a warning there Dead Man."
"Hey I called your names." Mark said with his hands in the air, "It ain't my fault."
"Right," I said getting up slowly brushing my self off, looking around to see if there were any more witnesses, luckily there weren't.
"Hey darlin'," Mark leaned over barely containing his grin, "You got some whisker burn there."
"Shaddup" causing Mark to start laughing again, "Hon you gonna get up?" I asked looking down at Brock who was still on the floor.
Brock made a face, "Don't think that's such a good idea right now. Better give me a second or two."
Mark leaned against the wall, laughing to hard to stand straight, tears where rolling down his cheeks, "Stop," he howled, "I don't think I can take anymore."
I put my hand to my face hiding my grin, "You ummm- might wanna be careful in your match tonight. The Show might take that as a compliment."
Brock groaned and leaned against the wall, "You are not helping"
Mark slid down to the floor and sat there clutching his stomach, "Oh Lordy I needed that."
"Hey Mark I know you are really enjoying yourself here, but where's my kid?" I asked
"Huh? Oh Grayson, he's in the little boys room," he said motioning with his thumb to a door behind us as it opened.
"Well speak of the devil, there you are."
Grayson popped into the hallway, "Hi Mom! Where's Uncle Brock?"
"He's having some umm- quiet time before his match" Mark snickered as I gave him a look. "Why don't we take a walk around." Grayson slid his hand into mine
"Mark, do you wanna come with?" Grayson asked
"Nah kiddo I gotta sit this one out, I'm out there in a little bit."
"Good Luck Mark, be safe and don't do anything stupid." I said
"Thanks darlin'. I'll see you two afterwards."
*
Grayson and I wandered around for a little while, watched Mark in his match, and the rest of the matches that night, until it was time for Brock's match. We went back to the gorilla, where Brock was just getting ready to go out.
"Good luck Uncle Brock," Grayson said running over and hugging his leg.
"You ok?" I asked my eyes searching his
He grinned, "Ya I'm good. Just promise me a repeat performance later."
"Only if you win," I said laughing softly giving him a quick kiss, "Break a leg"
"Thanks" He walked over to the curtain as his music started, before he ducked through he turned and winked, and then was gone.
I sighed as my stomach turned in knots, "How does he manage this? I think I'm getting an ulcer all ready." I said to no one in particular
"What's that darlin'?" Mark came up from behind us, his hair still damp from his shower and a towel around his neck.
"Nothing just muttering to myself."
"So how is our boy doin'? He able to get things under control?'
"Yes he was. Thanks for askin'"
We stood there in silence watching the match on the monitors back stage; Grayson was leaning against Mark's legs watching intently.
"This is really taking a lot out of him isn't?" I said to Mark
"Oh yeah. They are both good, Brock's a little stronger in the stamina, and The Show in the brute strength. It's a great match up."
"How does your wife handle this? I mean honestly, I'm so on edge I feel like I'm gonna be sick."
"Sara got it real bad at first, but she's kinda mellowed out since. She still gets nervous, but it don't make her sick. Don't worry darlin'" he patted my shoulder, "you'll get used to it after awhile."
I winced as The Show slammed Brock into the mat, and then did it again. "I suppose you're right."
"What the hell are they doin'?" Mark growled surprised at what he was seeing. The Show was pulling Brock up the turnbuckles; he got as far as the second rope before Brock started his punches and then climbed to the top setting up the fall.
I gripped Marks arm, "Please tell me I'm not watching this"
"Darlin' I was just gonna say the same"
We both watched horrified as 800 lbs of wrestler sailed gracefully through the air and hit the mat in a sickening thud. As they hit the ring posts collapsed and fell in with the platform collapsing with a huge crashing noise. All activity backstage stopped and the noise level dropped to zero; the crowd was on their feet not believing what they had just witnessed.
"Momma?" Grayson tugged at my hand, "What happened? Why isn't he getting up?"
"I don't know baby."
"I wanna go help him." Grayson wriggled out of my grasp and ran for the entrance
"No little man, you stay put." Mark exclaimed running quickly to intercept him "You gotta help your momma first."
All I could do was stand there, frozen, watching the monitor waiting for him to move. Medical personal were running to the ring with stretchers
"Holy Shit." Was all I could say as I felt panic rise up realizing my dreams were coming to reality.