"I 'didn't-" Brock paused to roll his shoulders. "I don't need your help." His nose wrinkled as he spoke, he was annoyed with this new diva who had stampeded into the ring during his match to brawl with Lita, sure Matt's girlfriend had been distracting and taking shots at him, but the only help he needed Heyman, he didn't need anyone else.

'What did she think she was doing Brock? Did she really think the next big thing couldn't handle all three of those little punks?' Brock remembered what Paul had told him after the match.

"Duh." Courtney shrugged, she was sitting by the snack table in the back of the arena, not looking up from her food. "Wasn't out there to help you." She scoffed, what did she want to do with the big brute. "You just happened to be there, I needed to get my hands on Lita. Not everything is about you beast." She tried to figure out what was bigger Brock's muscles or his ego. "She's in my way to the top, you can understand that right?" She finally glanced up at the behemoth.

"Just stay out of my way." Brock flipped her plate, knocking her food to the ground.

"Jackass!" She sat up to wipe her lap.

"What did you say?" He began to box her in against a wall, bringing his large face closer to hers.

"Hey hey!" She put her hands up in defense, looking from side to side only to notice they were completely alone. "I'm a lover not a fighter big guy." She capitalized on what she viewed as her only option, she wrapped her arms behind the back of Brock's huge neck and leaned in kissing him.

'What?' Brock was caught of guard his eyes wide open as he felt her lips crushed into his. He was a one man vile of testosterone and adrenalin, they surged as he picked her up by her waist and slammed her against the wall finally kissing her back. Her plan had been to stun and run but now she was trapped further, nowhere to go.

'It could be worse . . . might as well enjoy myself I guess.' Brock was not the only one with hormones to spare, Courtney was a wild child, she would try anything once, Brock wasn't her type but her motto was don't knock it till you try it. She moved her arms away from his neck and raked her nails across Brock's shoulders, smirking when he shuddered slightly. Ending the kiss she trailed her lips down the small crook of his neck. Brock lifted her higher still placing her over his shoulder carrying her as if he was Tarzan and she was Jane, he would take this somewhere else. "I get it you're strong, you don't have to prove that to me." Courtney laughed finding her new vantage point amusing. Brock glanced up at her, smirking slightly, he had a new challenge to conquer. He was momentarily enamored with the spunky fire cracker.

"Brock! Brock! Put her down Brock!" Paul Heyman waddled his way after his client assuming Brock was going to do what he did best, bring the pain.

"Shut up Paul!" Brock didn't turn around, just continued his long stride, trying to find the fastest way to his locker room.

"Yeah shut up Paul!" Courtney stuck her tongue out at the obviously irritated manager.

"Brock you put her down right now." Paul demanded. "Brock?" He finally got the next big thing to stop. His large hands brought Courtney back down to her feet, he tilted his head at the frustrated look on her face.

'That leash Heyman's got on him is tight as a motherfucker. But no harm no foul, I'll get my kicks elsewhere.' She rolled her eyes. "Bye Brock. Guess you get your wish."

"Huh?"

"I'll be staying out of your way. Bye Buzz kill!" She waved at Paul as well before walking away.

"Buzz Kill?" Paul finally understood Brock's actual motives. To Heyman that prospect was worse than what he had expected, he couldn't let Brock get side tracked by some tail.

Brock stared at her as she made her exit, her lengthy dirty blonde braid bobbing up and down as she walked, it's end hitting the small of her back. Letting out a grunt he walked to Heyman's side.

"You never let me have any fun." Brock was clenching and unclenching his fists, all this energy and nowhere to use it.

"Fun?" Heyman pondered his next move, he needed to keep the beast under control and appeased. "We can do fun. Any bar you name it my treat. The women will be lining up, I'll have to beat them off with a stick, they won't be able to keep their hands off you Brock." Paul had no problem with Brock having one night stands, but a diva, there'd be strings attached, and the only strings he wanted on Brock were one's he could pull.

"Whatever." Brock shrugged, it didn't matter that much.

"What did I say?" As the two men entered the dive bar all eyes flocked to Brock.

"Whatever." Brock was a man of few words, he just pushed his way through the crowd to the bartender, ordered a pitcher of beer, pointed to Paul and intimidated his way into clearing a table.

"This fun enough for you?" Paul sat across from the man, gulping lager from his pitcher, Brock responded with a shrug. He was looking around the bar, he sill wanted a challenge, none of these women seemed particularly challenging, but his urges weren't allowing himself to be terribly picky.

"Best two out of three!" Brock's ears perked up at the sound of a competition. Turning around he saw a table with pucks at one end, at the other he saw something he wasn't expecting. "Shit." He smirked.

"You have got to be kidding me." Paul blinked stupefied. "Brock stay here." he pleaded. Both men noticed the short girl at the end of the shuffle board table.

"Brock!" Courtney waved vigor, only stopping to take a gulp of her drink, even from their seats it was clear to see she was drunk. "Hey asshole!" She waved at Paul, any doubt was now gone from their mind. Brock stood, knocking his chair to the ground before advancing towards her, instinct made him go after anyone who bad mouthed his manager.

"Brock Brock please sit down! We're here to have fun right?" Paul knew he was waisting his breath but he tried reigning his client in. For the second time that night Brock was glaring at Courtney, for the second time she didn't flinch, it was something Brock wasn't used to, he loved the look of fear he put in people's eyes but her almost aloof look was something that brought a different type of enjoyment to him.

"Do you want to be my partner?" In her state it didn't click that Brock was angry, she simply gestured to the shuffle board table.

"I don't know how to play" He was conflicted, defend Paul's honor or compete.

"What I need you to do." She paused to take another gulp. "Is when it's your turn, slide these blue weights as hard as you can at any red weights this dude puts up." She gestured at Brock's opponent. "Leave the rest to me!" she finished the remainder of her beer. "Bummer." She lamented over her empty glass.

"I can do that." Brock nodded, just another game for him to dominate. "What do we get if we win?" He turned to the unfortunate man he was playing against, leaning over the obviously nervous stranger.

"I well . . . . we were playing for um . . . beers." He shrugged hoping that was enough to appease the beast. Brock didn't really care what the prize was, as previously stated he truly enjoyed watching people squirm.

"You go first." He gave the man a hard shove into the table.

"Well technically because she won the last game you should-"

"I said go." Brock shoved him harder.

"We got this killer!" Courtney gave Brock's but a joking spank, before walking towards the bar, he gave her a disapproving glare. "Don't hate appreciate!" she swerved slightly as she moved. Brock had done exactly what Courtney said to do, each of his shots could be heard echoing through the bar as he muscled them into his opponent's weights. It was Courtney's turn and she was nowhere to be found, Brock was not a man known for his patience and he went looking for her.

"That's on me." A well dressed man had approached Courtney after some quick small talk he was now attempting to buy her a drink.

"No. It's not." Brock stood behind Courtney in an almost protective stance.

"Oh sorry! I didn't mean any offense, it's a compliment really she's got a real nice body on her. You must work out." For some reason he was not taking Brock seriously, his confident almost matched the Beast's but that was where the similarities ended.

"Stop looking at her." Brock reached over Courtney and palmed the man's face.

"Look I said I'm sorry I-"

"See Brock I knew it!" Paul made his entrance to the conflict.

"Stay out of this." Brock eventually just pushed the man back a few steps.

"She's just gutter trash, there are plenty of beautiful-"

"Who are you calling gutter trash!" Courtney's hand balled up in a fist but she knew it would be a regrettable move hitting Brock's only friend.

"Are you guy's still playing?" Someone had made the mistake of coming up behind Brock and tapping him on the shoulder. Out of impulse and annoyance Brock turned around and punched the patron, knocking him out cold and possibly breaking his nose.

"Brock we need to go. Now!" Paul pulled on Brock's thick arm. Huffing and puffing Brock slowly walked off.

"Come on." Brock called out to Courtney, who hadn't moved from her place at the bar.

"Nah, gutter trash is staying put. I'm not like your manager, I don't follow you around like an obedient puppy" She waved him off.

"Brock let's go." Paul pulled best he could trying to get Brock out as quickly as possible. Brock's teeth were grinding, he didn't take rejection well, it was the same as loosing in his book, and Brock Lesnar doesn't lose.

"This isn't over Court." Brock stated with authority. "And everyone else keep your eyes down, if I found out one bastard looked at her wrong, I'll break bones you didn't even know you had." He watched as the bar was hit with a wave of unease, no direct eye contact with anyone.

"What isn't over?" Courtney was confused as to what just happened.

"Paul's an idiot, you-"

"Brock I do not appreciate-"

"Shut up Paul!" Brock covered Heyman's big mouth with his bigger hand. "We both want something and when I want something I take it."

"Maybe I don't want anything from you anymore. You're nothing special Lesnar, go home." Courtney was over his possessive streak, it was rubbing her the wrong way.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Paul had finally wormed his way free.

"Not you! Now do your job and take your 'client' out of my face." Courtney turned her back to them. "May I get another beer?" She tapped on the counter, the bartender careful not to look at her poured her another glass.

"Brock don't do anything stupid!" Paul lost his grip on Brock who had reentered the bar. Brock B-lined it to Courtney.

"Here." After rummaging through his pocket he handed her some cash.

"Get it through that thick skull of your's I don't want anything to do with you and I'm not a prostitute I don't spread when you pay the toll!" She was now belligerent drunk and was spouting out the first words that came to mind.

"It's for your tab, and to call a cab after closing time, don't need you driving drunk, hurting yourself before you get to realize that I am the next big thing, I am one of a kind and I don't back down from a challenge . . . ever." Finally he truly did leave.

"Leave it to that moron to do something nice, and be a douche about it at the same time." Courtney shook her head as she continued to drink. "Idiot."