ok here is a new story

i have had the idea for awhile and decided to see where it goes

so i hope u enjoy :) Please R&R

Leaving the locker room with Anthony and Bobby by my side, the walking down the corridor to the ramp while I watched Megan hart make her entrance and after being inspected allowed entering the octagon. After what seemed like hours I heard the announcer say my name as Anthony and Booby lead me down the ramp to the cage, standing there as Anthony put the Vaseline on my eyebrows and nose then turning for the inspection. Feeling the man check my hair, ears and neck before checking my gloves and clothes before finally I stepped in the octagon. I jogged around the cage before turning and facing my opponent listening to the voice booming out through the arena. "In black, at 32yrs, 5'3 and weighing in at 125lbs; an MMA record of 12-2-0. MEGAN HART! And her opponent in pink and white, at 24yrs, 5'3 and weighing in at 124.5lbs; an MMA record of 13-2-0. AOIFE KELLY!"

Round 1

The bell rang and I came in fast punching Megan repeatedly before she pushed me back into the side of the cage trying to gain control. I continued to land blows to her head and ribs as Megan grabbed my legs sending me to the matt, suddenly feeling the blows to my head I started fighting for control. Moving my hips and wrapping my legs around her, using my Jiu Jitsu I managed to lock in an arm bar but it didn't last long as she managed to fight out of it raining down punches to my head. Tucking my head down I began fighting back with my own punches to her ribs, managing to trap her arms I started to work my legs up to try another submission hold but she stood up me still attached to her. Slamming my body down on the mat, I lost my grip on her once again punches coming down hard and fast against my head but I managed to manoeuvre our bodies as I gripped her arm and head between my legs, quickly locking in the triangle choke hold and wrenching her arm back. She yelped in pain before landing blow after blow into my stomach, finally having no choice but to loosen my hold as she struggled out of it the first round came to an end.

Moving back towards my side of the cage, Anthony quickly came in front of me checking my face for damage and handing me water while Bobby place the ice pack on my neck and shoulders. "You can do this girl, just keep at her and try and stay in control" Anthony said before leaving the cage.

Round 2

Returning from the side of the cage I came out bouncing on the balls of my feet, fighting stance strong as the fight resumed. On her fast throwing hard punches to her head before grabbing Megan's head, delivering multiple knees to her stomach but as I continued to knee her she grabbed my legs and sent me crashing to the mat hard. Megan began raining hard punches down on me again as I heard Anthony screaming for me to take control, I began trying to lock in a submission again but this time she pounded my ribs repeatedly forcing me to push her away with a kick to the chest. Quickly getting to my feet, coming forward I started to throw punches into her head but again this girl took me down to the mat and after taking some punches to the head I felt her trying to move for a guillotine. Quickly fighting with all my might I manoeuvred myself on top of her, landing hit after hit finally gaining control as the second round came to an end.

Anthony and Bobby quickly appeared at my side, bobby started icing me again and Anthony started to check my face before saying "come now Aoife, it's that last round you can do it girl". As they exited the cage I prepared myself for the last round.

Round 3

Starting the third round, we began trading punches and kicks; fighting for dominance as we started to grapple. Grabbing Megan's head in a headlock, as we went down to the mat I lock in guillotine; holding on tightly I could hear the crowd cheering and shouting. Feeling her body begin to weaken on top of me, I tightened my hold. The referee quickly got my attention telling me to let go, only then did I realise she had tapped out.

As the referee raised my arm, I was announced the winner; Anthony and bobby rushed to me. Anthony picking me up and swinging me around, I could believe how great I felt.

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Once the excitement had calmed down, I found myself in the locker room; pain racked my body and I just wanted to stand under a hot shower to ease the pain. Walking over to the bathroom I turned on the shower before slowly peeling off my sports bra, wincing at the pain in my ribs but continuing by taking off my MMA shorts. Stepping into the shower, hissing as the hot water run over my aching body; I stood there for a few minutes letting the hot water sooth my muscles. Hearing voices coming from the locker room I quickly grabbed the shampoo and washed my hair before turning my attention to carefully washing my body hissing as my hand moved over my right side. Getting out of the shower I wrapped a large towel around my body and went back into the locker room, shocked to find Anthony and two other men standing there. My eyes landing on the large blonde man standing by the door, his gaze sent a shiver down my spine and I tightened my hold on the towel.

"What's going on" confused who they were, my eyes cast down to the floor; I could still feel the large mans eyes boring into me.

Anthony came towards me holding my bag "we will talk about it once your dressed girl". Ushering me back into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

Quickly pulling clothes out of my bag and easing into them, I turned to the mirror and started to brush out my hair but putting it in a messy bun. I entered the locker room again and everyone seemed to turn looking at me. Anthony was the first to speak.

"Aoife, this is Brock Lesner and his representative Paul Heyman" gesturing towards the two men.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Kelly, I must say that was a great fight" his sweaty hand gripped mine, shaking it firmly.

"Thank you, but I don't quite understand why you're in my locker room". Beginning to feel like, I was missing something.

"Well Aoife, Mr Lesner is an accomplished fighter both in UFC and WWE and now he would like to help train you" Heyman smiled at me, giving me an uneasy feeling as his seemed to be hiding something.

"Wow, I'm flattered that you want to train me but Anthony here is my coach and I'm sure you're a very busy man Mr Lesner" trying to be polite because the look Mr Lesner was sending my way, sent shivers down my spine.

Anthony quickly spoke up " Aoife, ill continue to be your main trainer but Mr Lesner has years of experience and I think it would be good for you, but there is one problem".

Sighing "What's the problem?" sending a look at Anthony for him to stop pushing this but Paul Heyman stepped towards me.

"Well, Miss Kelly Brock travels with the WWE so if he was to train you that would mean travelling with him across America and Europe" he smiled again this time bearing his yellowing teeth.

" I don't mean to sound ungrateful to your offer Mr Lesner but do you mind if I think about it?" looking directly at Brock Lesner waiting for him to answer.

Walking towards me he leaned down a little so that we were eye level.

"You have till 3pm tomorrow coz we will be flying back to America but I'm staying at the Clarence hotel, room 312. I hope you make the right decision" he voice came out like a growl dripping with annoyance, then he and Paul Heyman turned and left the room.

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Once in my hotel room I looked at the clock, it was only 9.30 and was just about to get changed when I heard a knock on the door. Opening the door Anthony walked in and he didn't look happy.

"What's wrong with you?" standing there with his arms folded across his chest and a confused look on his face.

"What do you mean?" not really understanding what was wrong with him tonight.

"Why haven't you accepted brocks offer?" looking more annoyed with me than I had seen him before.

"Anthony I'm not sure I should, he and his sweaty friend give me the creeps and I don't know why but I think there hiding something" not feeling like I should have to explain myself to him.

"You need to do this Aoife, it shouldn't matter what you think of them and I will be with you at all times and I would never let anything happen to you" walking towards me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Turning me to face him, Anthony look down at me "ultimately it's your choice". He said before kissing me on the forehead and leaving the room.

I knew Anthony was disappointed that I didn't want this opportunity but I couldn't help the nagging feeling that it would be a mistake to accept it. Anthony had always been there for me giving me the support and training to get me this far even when I had personal problems, he would sit and listen to me and I wanted to make him proud; he was like an older brother to me. Sitting on the bed with a heavy sigh I knew what I had to do.

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I stood outside the Clarence looking at the building, trying to push the negative thoughts away as I walked into the lobby towards the lift. Stepping into the lift I pressed the number three and waited, the ride up seemed to take longer than it actually had but stepping out of the life I felt my heart start to hammer against my chest. Walking down the corridor slowly, stopping when I was standing outside room 312. I brought my hand up to knock on the door but it flew open before I got the chance to knock, a woman rushing out past me clutching her bag and rushing to the lift. Turning my attention back to the door, I notice Brock leaning against the frame. Taking in the sight of him it made my stomach churn, his imposing size filling the doorway; his gaze intense with a disturbing smirk crossing his lips. Watching him move to the side I realised that he was motioning for me to enter the room. Standing there staring at him for a moment before slowly moving my legs, trepidation flowing through my body as I made my way into the room. Standing in the middle of the room I jump and turned quickly hearing a click behind me, noticing it was the door close. Suddenly fear began to creep through my body, I didn't know why I was afraid of him but I was smart enough to realise that even though I'm a fighter I wouldn't be able to protect myself from him.

"I...I came to except your offer to train me" keeping my eyes on the floor.

While I waited for his reply, I gained the courage to look up at him and jumping slightly at how close to me he was. Backing away from in slowly, a smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me closer. Gasping at the contact, I put my hands on his large chest trying to push him away before I felt his breath on my ear.

"Good, ill have Paul arrange tickets for you and you can stop trembling now" laughing as he stepped back away from me.

Sending a glare at him and making my way towards the door I was suddenly stopped my one of Brock's large arms blocking my path.

"For future reference, people don't leave without me telling them too" his gaze turning dangerous before turning and letting me out.

Mumbling under my breath, I stormed out of his room and over to the lift. I couldn't believe the arrogance of that man, who did he think he was god. "Uh I'm surprised his ego fits in his room".

I walked into the lift and slammed my finger against the button repeatedly until the doors closed. Fastening my coat tighter around me, I was still mad that I had behaved like a scare child as I reached the ground floor and I rushed through the lobby to the main doors.

Stepping outside I shivered and ducked my head against the rain, moving forward I open the door of a taxi quickly getting out of the rain.

I made it back to my hotel in ten minutes and shivering as I entered the lobby. My hair clung to my face as I made my why to the lift, stepping into the lift I was still shaking with the cold. Quickly making my way to my room, I slammed the door behind me and started to strip of my clothes. I hurried to the bathroom, towel drying my hair and body before slipping into a pair of track pants, vest top and hoodie. Returning to my room I quickly climbed into bed, snuggling into the blankets and finally letting exhaustion take over.

i would really like to know if people like this idea i know Brock is feuding with triple H but i thought i would go another way