Beastly Devastation (Brock Lesnar)

Chapter Three

          Once everything was signed, Brock and I left the conference room to find Dana. He was in his office, were I expected he would be. When I handed him the folder with the signed contract, he smiled, knowing that I had been the one to close the deal. "Alright, Brock, welcome back. So, let's get this moving. The deal was for you to have your own private gym and a training team of your choosing. Have you decided?"

          He nodded. "I want everything to be the same as the last fight. Same gym, same team. But I would like to add one person." He glances to me then back to Dana. "I know Megan did most of my interviews, but this time, I'd like someone new."

          Dana shrugged. "Not a problem. Is there any certain reporter you have in mind? I can have Kate contact them right away."

          Brock shook his head. "Actually, I'd like Kate to do it. Seeing that she knows the UFC well and involving me was her idea, I feel she should do the honors. I'd also like her to be involved with the training itself."

          Before Dana could respond, I turned to Brock with questioning eyes. "I'm not a reporter and I'm certainly not a trainer. You're going to need people with experience."

          Dana nodded. "I agree with Kate."

          Brock smirks as his gaze lands on Dana. "Here's the thing, you signed the contract and so did I. You know what it says and since I can pick my own team, Kate's on it. She knows this Cain guy better than anyone else, which makes her experienced in my eyes." He pauses and looks to me. "I didn't ask for this fight. I could go back to my part-time job with the WWE, do a handful of shows a year, and make millions. But instead, I'm here, willing to put in the time and effort to teach Cain Vel-whatever that he's messed with the wrong woman. I'm willing to do the dirty work, putting a hurtin' on people is what I do best. But I won't do it unless your there to walk me through it. I know nothing about this guy other than he isn't a man, and you're the only person that can get me into his head."

          As soon as he mentioned that Cain had messed with the wrong woman, I could feel Dana's gaze on me. "He knows?"

          I nodded. "He wouldn't agree to sign unless he knew the whole story, so, I told him... And he signed."

          Dana looked to Brock with a serious expression upon his face. "Brock, you and I go way back. I was the first person you talked to all those years ago when you first wanted to join the UFC. We've known each other for what? Ten years now? But Kate and I go back farther. Her family moved next door to me over thirty years ago and we've been best friends ever since." He sighs. "I didn't want to bring up Cain in front of Kate during the meeting, but I wanted you to know. I planned on telling you later and hoped that you would throw a couple hard punches for her during the match. I didn't think you would go all out beast on this."

          Brock laughed. "Oh, it's gonna be more than a few hard punches. This isn't WWE, I'm not getting in the ring to entertain. I'm getting in an octagon with a guy that is trying  to hurt me and as you saw at UFC 200, I don't take that lightly. But what he did is unacceptable and I think it's time that he learnt some manners." He stands from his chair and walks to the door, looking back at me. "Are you coming?"

          Knowing it had to be done, I stood and followed him. "I'll be in touch, Dana... And make sure blondie up front doesn't mess up my desk again. It took me all week to reorganize everything." I heard him chuckle as I followed Brock to the elevators. "So, what am I supposed to do exactly?"

          He pushes the bottom button, signaling for the elevator to take us to the basement, as he speaks. "Well, get ahold of the coach and tell him to meet us at the gym and be sure he lets the other guys know. Tell him to be there in an hour and ready to practice."

          I leaned against the wall and smirked. "Okay, big shot, here's the thing. I'm your boss's assistant, not yours."

          As the elevator doors opened, he smiled. "That's true but right now, you're with me. And, in case you forgot, you're the one who wanted me here in the first place."

          We stepped out into the parking garage and as I turned to face him. "I don't know who you dealt with last time, but whoever it was, it certainly wasn't me. I don't put up with the celebrity crap and if you want to act like an asshole, I'll go back upstairs and shred that contract. Just because you agreed to do this fight, doesn't mean I'm indebted to you. If that's what you think, I'll teach Cain a lesson some other way, regardless of its legal or not."

          Brock's smile faded as he realized I was serious. "I'm no celebrity, I'm just me. And if you think differently, you obviously don't know Brock Lesnar."

          "I know enough or you wouldn't be here."

          He shook his head. "Knowing me in the ring and knowing me out here, is two totally different things." He walked up to a big Chevy truck as he dug his keys out of his pocket. "Is this something a celebrity would drive?" When I didn't answer, he opened the passenger door for me. "I'm not the bad guy here, Kate. I'm just a guy that wants to do his job, and believe me when I say that I will finish it."