Professional At All Times

Normal For Awhile

CASSIE POV

I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I try to get up, but the pain was too much. I lay back down and close my eyes. I was hurting everywhere. "Cassie time to get up and take your medicine." I hear my father call. I roll onto my right side and sat up. I looked out the sliding class door and saw land and rolling hills. I jump up and run to the kitchen. I lean against a counter breathless. Suddenly my legs started to hurt.

"Ow!!! Okay I need to sit." I walk, more like limp, over to a chair, at the breakfast bar.

"Well Cassie the reason why your legs hurt is because of that match, which by the way whenever you heal, you'll be the number one contender for the Divas belt." my dad said walking and setting a plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes. "The doctor said you'll be out for at least a month."

"Ah okay. Question... where am I?"

"Brock's house. You were out for at least three days."

"Ah. Why are we staying at Brock's house?"

"Well you'll be staying here, but not me. I have to be back out on the road soon, but the WWE is giving Brock a month and a half off. You'll be coming back with Brock. So you'll have about two more weeks before you wrestle again."

"Okay sounds good." I say taking a bite of my food. My father's phone started to ring. He talks for a few before hanging up.

"Well looks like I have to go now. Sorry Cass. I'll come see you when I can." he grabs his bag, kisses my forehead and then walks out of the house.

I started to eat again, when I saw horses running in a pasture. I missed my ranch back in Ocala. "Enjoying breakfast?" I see Brock come from the right.

"Yeah. It's really good."

"Nice to know I still know how to cook."

"Wait you cooked this?"

"Yeah. My mom taught me how to cook when I was younger. So yeah."

"Nice. My dad taught me how to cook."

"Nice."

"So what do you want to do today?"

"Well you can't be doing much for the next few days. We wouldn't want to ruin your new knees."

"Wait new knees?"

"Yeah when you landed, you popped your knee caps out of place, but they wouldn't go back into place. So the doc said that they would have to replace both knees." he says as he takes a sip of black coffee.

"Damn. That match was a hard one."

"Well now you've learned your lesson. No more matches like that again. If you ever do, I'll give you more pain than that." he smiles slyly.

"What's that sly smile for there Mr. Lesnar?"

"Oh wouldn't you like to know... I'll give you a hint." he presses his lips to mine and rested his hands on my hips. He backs me up to the island. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me, setting me on the island.

"Okay now relax beastie."

"Sorry." he blushes and backs off. He returns to his coffee and turns his back on me.

"So who won that WrestleMania match two years ago?" I pipped up.

"I did. I got my prize too." he turns around and looks at me.

"What prize did you get?"

He sat his coffee mug down and looked at me. He walked over and rested his hands on my thighs. "You." he kisses my lips one last time before picking my up bridal style and carrying me to the bedroom I was in earlier. "Did you sleep well?" he asks setting me down.

"I did. Who's bed is this?"

"Mine. It was like you knew whenever I was in bed. You would drape your arm on my stomach and then you would either rest your head in the crook of my neck or on my chest." he says getting in and laying down next to me. He turns on the TV and turned on The Waling Dead.

"You like this show?"

"Nothing else on? Why do you?"

"A little. I never really watched it."

"Well then get comfortable." he wraps an arm around me and brings me close to him. I wrap am arm around his torso and lay my head on his chest. It was ten in the morning when we started, but it was nine at night when it as done. We got ready for bed and went to bed.

**Six Weeks Later**

I grab my duffel bag and walk in behind Brock onto the private jet. I sat next to him and looked down at our hands. They were intertwined since we got into the truck about thirty minutes ago. I smiled and leaned back. Tonight was my first night back to WWE. I was fully healed up and stronger than ever. Tonight I was going to take back my title.

I was still promised my match against Nikki for the belt. I was going to take it from her one way or another. "Cass... what's wrong? You usually never space out."

"Yeah I'm fine. Just thinking about tonight."

"Okay. Don't worry about it. Everything will be alright. If anything we'll have a new Divas Champion tonight." he kisses my forehead and led me to the bedroom on the jet. We lay down and went to sleep.

**Dream**

I circled a knocked out Nikki as I prepared for a suplex. All of a sudden the ring caught on fire and there in the nearest corner stood my rival... Randy. He came up to me and grabbed me by the neck. He slams me into the mat, and then lifts me. He drops me, causing my to roll onto my right side. I stand and try to fight back, but I can't.

"Cassie! Cassie!" I hear. I turn my head and see Brock. He tried to get into the ring, but when he does, the barbed wire bat, that Mick Foley used, goes into his back. Randy rolls Brock over to where he was right next me. HE goes up to strike again, but I get in the way and block the bat, but it went into my back.

"Cassie don't block it. You have a chance to get out." Brock's voice breaks.

"No I am not leaving you." I say grabbing his hand. Randy strikes again, and the bat contacts his chest. The bat contacted my cheek too, but I was more worried about Brock. His breath hitches and he starts to gasp for air. "No Brock stay with me. Stay with me..."

Randy kicks me in my gut and...

**Out of Dream**

I shot up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. I throw up all the food I ate today and yesterday... What the???