Beastly Devastation (Brock Lesnar)

Chapter Two

          Later that evening, I sat in a conference room beside Dana. We had just gotten word that Brock had landed at the airport and was on his way here. The past few hours, I had been running errands for Dana, making sure we had a contract made up and ready to go. I had also contacted WWE for him and Vince McMahon personally returned my phone call, which I transferred to Dana.

          Turns out, WWE was on board as long as they received five percent of the earnings and were allowed three advertisements during the show. Dana agreed on their terms and now, it was all up to Brock.

          Minutes ticked by slowly but eventually, the tall, muscular man appeared in the doorway. As he entered, Dana stood to shake his hand. "We're glad you could meet on such short notice." Brock nodded as Dana took his seat beside of me.

          Apparently, this was the first time I had been noticed by the blue-eyed blonde. "I don't recall you being at our last meeting?"

          Dana replied before I had the chance. "This is Kate Dawson, my assistant. She was on vacation the last time you were here." He pauses. "Actually, she was the one who brought you up in our meeting earlier."

          Brock seemed intrigued. "Really? You don't seem like the UFC type."

          I smiled sarcastically and looked to Dana. "Since it was my idea, can I take the reins on this one?"

          "Absolutely."

          I turned back to Brock and pushed the folder in front of me toward him. "As you know, Cain Velasquez is the current UFC Heavyweight Champion. He's defeated every man on our full-time roster and with UFC 205 coming up, we need to find him a new opponent. Someone different than the rest, and when Dana asked for my opinion, I gave it to him. Why not bring back the beast incarnate for a second fight? You love it, the fans love it, it's a win-win for everybody, well, except for Cain..."

          Brock smirked and looked down at the folder. "So I've been back for one fight and I'm already in the title picture? That's just asking for some bad press."

          I could tell he was trying to throw me off my game but I had already thought of that. "It doesn't matter how many fights you've been in. You're currently ranked number eight after your victory over Mark Hunt. All the guys above your ranking have already lost to Cain, which technically makes you ranked number two and first in line for a title shot."

          He nodded, seeming to be impressed. "Well, Dana, seems to me this one should be more than an assistant. She's got beauty and brains." I held back my blush, trying to keep my poker face on. "Alright, what's in it for me? You've got the talk, Miss Dawson, but can you sell it?"

          I smiled and nodded toward the folder. "Everything I'm about to say is word-for-word in there. If you'd like an attorney to look over it, please do so." I took a deep breath and began stating the summary. "Not only will you be able to call yourself the UFC Heavyweight Champion again but you'll be doing what you love. Seeing that diverticulitis took you out of the game years ago, this is your chance to fight back, to continue what you started. You'll be given your own private gym, a training team of your choosing, and a three-million-dollar salary guaranteed. Not to mention ten percent of the pay-per-view buys. And in case you're wondering, we've already talked with the WWE and they have agreed with these terms. It's all up to you now."

          He was quiet a moment before looking to Dana. "Before I make a decision, can you give me a minute to think about it?"

          Dana nodded and stood. "Of course," He looked to me and nodded toward the door. "We'll be right down the hall."

          Before I could even roll my chair back, Brock signaled me to stop. "I'd like her to stay if you don't mind." Dana seemed unsure at first but eventually left the room.

          As Brock matched my gaze, I spoke. "If you're unhappy with any part of your contract, you'll have to speak with Dana. I have no control over the little details of this company. I'm just an assistant."

          "If you were just  an assistant, he wouldn't have let you take over."

          I shrug. "I may also be his friend. His best friend, in fact. Dana and I have known each other a very long time. So long, in fact, that we go way back to the brace face and acne days and even before." He seemed curious. "I was his neighbor growing up. Our parents were good friends."

          "And you work as his assistant? Seems as if you would push for a job higher up if you've been friends so long."

          I shook my head. "He's wanted to promote me but I won't let him. I like my job and I'm happy with it."

          "Anyway, about the contract. I don't need to talk to Dana, everything you said is fine."

          I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Then why am I still sitting here?"

          "There's a reason why you wanted me to be in this event and I want to know that reason. I won't sign until you tell me."

          Shrugging, I responded. "Easy. You're the best at what you do and I know you can take care of business."

          He leaned forward, challenging me. "You see, being who I am, I know when someone's trying to butter me up and you, Miss Dawson, are doing just that. So put the butter away and tell me the truth."

          I sighed and looked him in the eye. "I wanted you in this fight because Cain's arrogant self needs to be taught a lesson and you are the perfect man for the job."

          He searched my eyes for a moment then sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Is this about a lover's coral? Because if it is, you've got the wrong fighter."

          I could tell by his tone that he was annoyed and the fact that he saw it this way made me angry. "I assure you, this is no lover's coral. This is about breaking a boy  by getting him into a cage with a man. Dana asked for my opinion earlier because he felt sorry for me. I've been back from my so called vacation, which was actually rehab, for about a week and I'm already losing it. Cain and I were engaged last year, and not long after, I became pregnant and Cain changed. Seven months in, I miscarried and lost my little girl. While I sat at home grieving myself to death, he was here, acting as if he were relieved about the whole thing. He left me not long after, stating that I was too emotionally attached and that he couldn't live with someone like that. A day later, Dana was checking me into a mental health rehab center so that I could grieve my lost child in peace."

           The look on his face softened as I spoke and I saw pity. "I'm sorry for bringing it up... I didn't know."

          I shook my head. "I don't want to be felt sorry for. I just want you to get in that octagon and show that piece of scum that he shouldn't be relieved, he should be scared. You can't take a baby from its mother and expect a free pass. No, that's not how it works... The day I lost my baby was the day I lost my life and at UFC 205, that will be the day he loses his... The day he loses his championship, his dignity, and his career. I want you to take it all without a second thought. Can you do it?"

          Silence settled over us both as Brock appeared to be deep in thought. Then, with one sudden movement, he picked up the pen on the table and opened the folder. "Where do I sign?"