A/N: I've been wanting to write a Brock story for awhile now, and I finally gave in to my urge. Hope you like it! Also, there is a large back story between Erika and Brock, but it is going to take me awhile to explain it all.


The buzzing of an intercom filled the small office. "Erika, Mr. Jacobs would like to see you in his office."

"Thank you Marla, I'll be right up." 24 year old Erika Angle smiled to herself and stood. Today was the day she would receive her first assignment as the newest sports reporter for the Pittsburgh Gazette. She arrived at her boss's office and was told to go on in, so she lightly knocked on the door. "You wanted to see me Mr. Jacobs?"

He motioned her in. "Yes, Miss Angle. Please, have a seat."

She did. "Erika is fine, Mr. Jacobs."

He smiled. "Erika it is then. I have what I believe will be an interesting assignment for you."

"I'm all ears."

"Good. I was talking to Vince McMahon this morning."

Erika furrowed her brow in confusion. "Mr. McMahon? I'm not sure I understand."

"Well, you know that your brother is quite the celebrity around here." Erika nodded. Her older brother Kurt was Mr. Popular in the Pittsburgh area. "We were thinking that you could travel with him and the other wrestlers for a couple of weeks. Basically be a fly on the wall and absorb everything you can." Erika took a second before replying.

"I think I can handle that."

"I'm sure you can. You are a brilliant writer, Erika, and I know that by putting you in an environment you feel comfortable in, it can only enhance your work."

"Thank you very much Mr. Jacobs."

"You can thank me by writing a great piece. You leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" He stood, and she followed suit.

"Tomorrow. I'll finish your arrangements and have the information sent down to you. Good luck Erika." She nodded and walked back to her office in a daze. She shut the door and leaned back against it. "Tomorrow?"


"Kurt, it is not that funny." Erika said to her brother later that night.

"Sure it is Rika," he said, and went back to grilling the chicken in front of him. Erika grabbed some tomatoes and started slicing them, preparing the salad for the weekly family dinner at their mom's.

"No, it's not. Can you imagine me cooped up near Brock that long? I cannot believe they are putting me with him. And that he obviously agreed to it. This is not going to be pretty."

"No, but at least you'll get to see Mya again."

She smiled at the mention of her goddaughter. "Yeah, but I need to ignore her father." Kurt put the last of the chicken on a platter and placed it on the table.

"You're telling me that you're going to write an article on WWE and not mention Brock. Right."

"I can sure as hell try." The conversation was dropped as they sat down with everyone else and started to eat. She made small talk with her brother Eric and his fiancee Nidia. "At least I'll know you," she said, indicating Nidia.

"Yep, and you do know some of the guys."

"And one you can't stand." Eric butted in.

Erika flashed a strained smile. "And one I can't stand. Thanks Eric." Her mother chose that moment to come back to the table. "Mom, you look really happy today."

Jackie Angle smiled at her younger daughter. "Of course I'm happy dear. Everyone was able to make it."

Erika turned back to Eric. "Yeah, that's it." They both snickered.

Jackie gave her a look. "What was that Erika?"

"Oh, nothing, Mom. I was just wondering how Mr. Hensley was doing these days?" Now it was Jackie's turn to be embarassed. She choked on her drink and blushed. Jackie and John Hensley had been spending quite a bit of time together lately.

"He's fine Erika. So how was work today?"

Erika laughed at her mother's blatant subject change before responding. "It was good, Mom. I got my first assignment."


"Mmhmm. I'm traveling with the WWE for a couple weeks and writing a piece about it."

"That sounds nice. When do you leave?"


"So soon?"

"I guess Mr. McMahon thought that a house show would be less rushed and easier to get used to."

"I guess it would be." They chatted about various things through the rest of the meal. Erika then went into the living room and sat with her sister-in-law Karen and five month old niece Kyra by the fireplace. Kurt came in and plopped down next to them, taking his daughter from Erika.

"Rika, I'm sorry about earlier."

"No big deal Kurt. I'll handle it just fine."

"Even around Brock?"

"Even around Brock. I don't think I'll have a problem with something I fully intend to ignore."


Erika looked down at her watch for the tenth time in five minutes and groaned. She gave into her childish urge and stamped her foot like a three year old. She sat back down, pulled out her phone, and dialed.

"Hey Rika," Kurt answered, having seen the caller ID on his cell.

"Kurt, are you still at Mom's?"


"Can you check the paper by the front door and see if it says who is picking me up? I know I'm supposed to meet up with Brock later tonight, but I never thought about who would be here. They could have just let me take care of these things myself."

"I know that. Actually it says that Br-" Erika pulled the phone away from her ear when she heard her name over the intercom.

"Never mind Kurt, they just paged me. I'll call you later." She shut her phone, cutting off the rest of Kurt's sentence, and walked up to the counter. "Hi, I was just paged a moment ago?"

The clerk looked up. "Erika Angle?"


The lady pointed. "Right over there."

"Thanks." Erika turned to see someone she definitely wasn't expecting to have to deal with yet. "Lesnar, what the hell are you doing here?"

He gave her a cocky grin. "What else would I be doing here? I'm picking you up."


AN: OK, so this is the first chapter. I'm going to try to juggle this with my other two stories, and updates should come at a good pace, since I think I'm over my writer's block :)