Paul looked at her, giving her the stare of death. He was jelly, beyond jelly. And who did this raccoon lookin' ass think she is? Just waltzing in the building and already stealing Brock's heart?? Not on Paulie's watch!!!!!! "I can't believe this absolute nonsense. Can you bro-" He turned to where his client should've been standing, but instead he was next to the raccoon. "Hey bbg. What you're name?" She stopped twerking and lookied up at the beast incarnate. She shit brown eyes sparkled in with Brock's toilet water blue eyes. Perfect match in heaven? Not to Paul. He felt like he was in his own personal h*ll.
"My name's-" she whipped her hair and stared deeply at the fourth wall. "Ronda Rousey." Paul was sh00k. Ronda Rousey, the baddest woman on the planet! He couldn't believe it!!!! "R-r-r-r-ronda R-r-r-r-rousey!??????!" "Yes." "You were a hot raccoon earlier." Paul felt his heart break once Brock's words left his lips. "Thank you. Just being myself." Paul was full of anger, hurt, and dispair, don't @ me. "Brock!" Paul yelled like Brock's mamma would. Brock turned around at Paulie with FEAR in his blue raspberry eyes. "Let's go." Paul viciously walked toward Lesnar, grabbed his hand, and drug him to his locker room with no sweat. "CAN I GET YOUR NUMBERRRRR????????" YELLED ronda.
Paul slammed the door, shutting out the world behind them. "Paul, what the h*ell?" Brock said wearily. Paul turned to him with red-eyes. "That girl ain't good for you sis. Stay away."
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Fighting For The Beast
Non-FictionREAD TO FIND OUT Updates, most likely daily until finished Ronda Rousey x Brock "sexy skinny legs" Lesnar x Paul Heyman
