Losing and Winning (Brock Lesnar)
Characters: Jess (Requested name), Brock Lesnar, little bit of Seth Rollins
Warnings: Slight bit of language
Summary: After losing the title to Seth Rollins at WrestleMania, Brock Lesnar goes crazy backstage before finding comfort in the most unlikely of places.
“Seth Rollins has won the WWE World Heavyweight Championship after cashing in his Money In The Bank contract on Brock Lesnar.” The words rang through Brock’s head as he watched on the monitor in his, no, now it was Seth’s, personal locker room. Seth was on the screen, showboating his title, no, Brock’s title. He stood up quickly, blood rushing through his head. “Fuck!” He was a flurry of testosterone and adrenaline as he threw his duffle bag across the room, and then started ripping the room apart. Ripping the TV off the wall. Opening lockers and throwing the contents to the floor.
“Brock!” A small voice interrupted him. “Jess, get the hell out.” He looked over at Paul Heyman’s latest charge and his girlfriend, her hair thrown up messily and her beautiful figure hidden behind sweatpants and a baggy shirt. She had been sick, and had obviously caught a taxi here. The change was still in her hand.
“Brock, you’re upset. Please, calm down.” If it was anyone else, he would have snapped, but he found himself listening to her pleading voice as she walked over and eased him onto the only bench that he hadn’t overturned. “I can’t believe that I lost the title to a weasel.” She wrapped his arms around his shoulders, rubbing his back comfortingly. “When he cashed in, he knew how bad you and Reigns were. There wasn’t any probable way that he could lose.” He nodded his head, putting his arms around her thin waist and pulling her against him. “Brock-” He hadn’t noticed that he was leaning in to kiss her until he did. “Sorry.” She smiled. “It’s okay, I was just worried. I’m sick, remember?” He looked at her. “Fuck that, I’d get sick a million times just to kiss you once.” “That was REALLY cheesy, Brock.” He rolled his eyes and smiled. “But you love it, Jess.” “Yeah, I do.”