Chapter 1: Dirtiest Secret of Them All
There's a lot going on behind the scenes of WWE. Always. At all times. There's some secret that the outside universe doesn't know about. TMZ gets really interested. But even they aren't always right one hundred percent of the time.
Some secrets are so well hidden that no one knows about it. They happen, they pass, and no one talks about it. Ever. That's why they're secrets.
Which is exactly how his manager intends for this to go over.
Brock Lesnar stands in his dressing room before the show, blue rubber tourniquet wrapped tightly around his bicep, held taut between his teeth. His vein protrudes his skin, making it that much easier to access. Perfect for what he's about to do. That's what he needs.
With his free hand, Lesnar picks up the needle, filled with an amber liquid... Had to prepare the supplies before he tied his arm up. Wouldn't have the hands he needed to do it. Preparing himself mentally, breathing in and putting his hand into a fist, Lesnar sticks himself in the vein with the needle.
It hurts a little. He grunts with the sudden pinch and the sting in his veins. Slowly, he spats the tourniquet out of his mouth to loosen it, and opens up his fist. Damn, this hurts a little. But he grits his teeth and breathes through it. He places a cotton ball on the needle, and slowly pulls it out of his arm, setting it aside so he won't step on it on or something. Fastening it there with a band-aid to stop the bleeding, Lesnar breathes out all the tension, and simply sits back.
That's all he's gotta do. Once the sting's gone, he can get rid of the needle, cover up the dirtiest secret in all of WWE. And he's getting exactly what he wants out of it.
He's totally prepared for the match against AJ Styles later tonight.
Mostly because there's no way for him to lose.