Married to the Beast // Brock Lesnar ●COMPLETE●

Chapter 47

GOOD LUCK TO OUR BEAST AT SUMMERSLAM !!!

MONEY IN THE BANK

James Walker - Everybody Lies

"So how did you get hurt again?" Chris Amann asked as he slowly stitched up the gash.

"Training" I smiled a bit as I watched as he did it. It hurt a bit, but I didn't mind it.

Six stitches.

We do what we have to when we fall in love.
We say what we need to get out when it's not enough.
Whether it's to yourself, or lookin' at someone else.

"I only see these type of cuts on guys" He whispered as he searched through his kit for something.

"As champion I always try and incorporate different things into my training. Can never be too sure that you'll beat them with the regular ones" I smiled.

"Well let's lay off that training for a bit" he gave a small smile before wrapping a bandage around it.

He was a sweet man and I felt bad for all the times he had received glares from my Beast last year when he was simply doing his job.

"You're gonna have to try and avoid getting any serious contact with it during your match as the stitches before were sloppy and we don't want this to come undone and you bleeding during the match."

"I will" I smiled even though the fact that I was going to be facing someone who hated my guts I wasn't sure that would be likely.

"I will be ringside so if it does happen I'll be there"

"Thanks" I nodded simply wanting to get away before he tried and cared too much. I slipped on Brock's Go to Hell tour hoody and moved out.

I sighed as I walked along the hallways with my match being in a hour or actually less. To say I already regretted leaving my husband was an understatement. I needed him close and the guilt filled me as he hadn't contacted me since this morning before I flew out to Vegas.

I was tempted to call him, well I had once but his phone was switched off and the house phone simply rang.

I had called Steve, to check up on Beast and to make sure he didn't mind having him there .I was tempted to ask Steve to go visit but decided to just not let him go over there as Brock needed time to himself.

Everybody lies, lies, lies.
It's the only truth sometimes.
Doesn't matter if it's out there somewhere waiting for the world to find.
Or buried deep inside. Everybody lies.

"Helloooooo?"

I shook my head and noticed Dean in front of me as I had chosen to sit on an equipment box near my locker while hoping my brother wasn't back yet.

They weren't allowed ringside so it would just be Paige and Becky cheering us on. I was happy that I could avoid seeing my brother as the last thing I needed was him questioning me once he saw the bandage.

"Hey sorry" I smiled as I always seemed to be in a daze whenever he found me .

I noticed the golden briefcase at his side.

"You won?" I glanced between him and the golden case.

"Well normally the winner would have.." I rolled my eyes and hugged him even though he was a bit sweaty before hopping off and slowly walking on.

"Thanks Stace!"

Him being here meant there was one more match before mine and I heard Rusev's music filling the arena signalling just that.