1999, WCW
        'Green Oriental-patterned shirt, black pleather pants, platform go-go boots.  A   little dab of makeup to go with the green eyes and the dark auburn hair.  And finished!' she thought to herself.
    As Maire O'Finnigan-Gruner was looking in the mirror, her husband of two years, Pete (also known as Billy Kidman.) came up behind her.
    "I hope you aren't going to the ring wearing that skin-tight shirt and those pants."  he said to her.
    "And what if I am?  I don't see this as being any business of yours what I do." Maire said to him.
    "It IS my business.  You are my wife, and the mother of my daughter, not some street walker.  Wear mommy clothes for crying out loud!" Pete said, rather angered that his wife would dare to stick up for herself.
    "And just what do you mean by that?  Just because I am a wife and mother doesn't mean I can't still be sexy." Maire replied.
    "Not as long as you are my wife, you can't be sexy!  What if someone tries to..... I am only thinking of your safety." he said.
    Maire sighed. "I don't have time for this discussion.  It's time for Ciara to make her appearance. After all, Bret has a match coming up against Chris Benoit.  And I have to be there to screw Benoit out of his victory.  Ciao." she said as she walked into the back to find her managee, Bret "Hitman" Hart.
    "Ah, Maire, there you are." Bret said, smiling.  Maire was like a little sister to him. "Hey, why so down, sweetie?"
    "Pete's being a control freak again." she said.
    "Oh." Bret said. That's all she needed to say.  Bret knew how much of a control freak Peter could be.  It seemed to get worse after Maire had their daughter, Cayli.
    "Well, nevermind that right now, because our entrance is coming up." she said, as they walked down the hallway, going over what is to happen in the match.

Post-Match, Backstage.
    "Good job, Maire.  See you in the next town." Bret said.
    "I hope to, but I have to call my mom in Boston to see how the little one is doing." Maire said to Bret.
    "Okay.  Tell her Uncle Bret says hello." Bret said, as he went off to his locker room.
    Maire smiled and walked to her locker room.  She picked up her cellphone and dialed her mother in Boston.
    "Hello, Mum.  How's Cayli doing?" Maire said.
    "She's fine, little one.  But you don't sound so fine.  Is everything all right?" her mom asked.
    "Pete's just being a control freak again.  Sometimes I wonder, Mom.  Is he scared of something or is he just doing it to be a jerk." Maire said to her mom.
    "I don't know, love.  But if you feel like it isn't working out, don't be afraid to take Cayli and leave.  You could stay here for a while." Mum said.
    "I don't know if I want to do that.  It may scar Cayli." she said.
    "It will scar her more if things continue to get tense." her mom said.
    Suddenly, there was a knock at the dressing room door.
    "I have to go, Mom.  Someone's at the door.  Give Cayli kisses for me, and tell her that Uncle Bret says hi." Maire said.
    "Will do, Goodnight, hon." her mom said, as she hung up.