Chapter 23 Slipping lower on the scale

Punk;

The next day I found out the bad news, since Paul was working with Brock, I would have a new assistant, it didn't help that my new assistant was Jamie, I hated that. I thought about how I treated her and even though I told myself it was justifyed I knew that wouldn't fly with anyone else, I was a jerk. Plain and simple. It didn't help that the Shield were the ones to help her, I told myself that didn't matter either but it did, Shield weren't exactly nice to the women here either, but to Jamie they were, Roman even stopped her bleeding nose, they were concerned for her when I was one that had caused the bleeding. All I had to do was get through this stint with Jamie, I knew it wouldn't last long because I was going to be as mean as possible, after two days of me torturing her she would beg to leave and I would be happy, I realised that there was always going to be someone worse than me, The Rock would be one of them and Brock Lesnar and even Paul Heyman, anything I did would seem tame in comparison. I turned the corner and it was like my prayers were answered, Jamie happily skipping her way down the corrider on a collision course with Brock Lesnar, this should be fun. I had to admit the way Jamie moved was exciting in itself, it was an easy grace that just made everything bounce and look appealing, I hated that so much that I hoped Brock made her cry, at least he would be worse at that point.

Jamie skipped happily down the corrider, she had almost completed all the tasks Show had asked of her, now there was just one, the list he gave her wasn't that hard, in fact to Jamie it was kind of insulting, he was counting her out because her brain. Jamie crashed into a wall and went flying backwards, her butt hitting the floor with a bump. Jamie pulled herself up and giggled.

"Well that happened." Jamie looked up at the big man eye balling her, he was huge, not as big as Show but still very terrifying to look at, although she wondered if her small frame even did anything to him. "Sorry about that, I was like a pinball, only not a shiny ball"

Brock just looked at her, "And you are?"

"Um Jamie, did I not mention that? Sorry. Who are you?"

"You don't know me?"

Jamie shook her head, her blonde pony-tail waving vigorously from side to side, "Nope. Wait are you that guy that wears the mask and has that weird lighting?"

"Um no, I'm Brock Lesnar"

Jamie's eyes lit up, all she heard was Brock and to Jamie that only had one connection, "You're a Poke'mon! Did you ever get my letters?"

"I'm not a Poke'mon" Brock told her even though the big man was trying not to laugh, Jamie clearly had no idea who he was or the damage he could do, Jamie waved it aside as if he wasn't a three hundred pound destroyer that could easily pick her apart.

"Of course you are, I know you are because you're in love with Nurse Joy, have you told her that?"

Brock had to bite his lip, he wasn't expecting to actually laugh but with her bright face he couldn't help it, plus no one had made the that connection before, "Jamie I'm a married man"

Jamie gasped in horror, "Does Nurse Joy know?"

"Yes she does"

Jamie sighed in relief "Thank goodnes for that."

"Hey Brock!" Hunter came up to them, an eyebrow raised when he saw his neice with him, smiling as she always did. "Should I be concerned?"

"Nah, Jamie here was informing me of some facts that I wasn't aware of, apparently I'm Brock from Poke'mon and I'm in love with Nurse Joy"

"What do you mean 'apparently' You are a Poke'mon and you are in love with Nurse Joy"

"Right, sorry. Being a Poke'mon, I sometimes forget that"

Punk;

As they talked and Jamie made her weird assumptions, I couldn't help but be a little pissed off, Brock only had to be a prick to her and make people realise that I wasn't the worst of the worst, but no, even Mr-breaks-an-old-guys-hip had to be nicer. Talk about slipping lower on the scale, first the Shield stop her nose bleed, then Brock actually agrees that he's nothing but a Poke'mon and he's in love with Nurse Joy, (I didn't get it either) Is this fucking bizarro world? Is everyone got mentally insane, and I'm the only sane one left? All he had to do was make her cry and treat her like a peice of filth, this is all Jamie's fault, if she wasn't so...Jamie then things would be somehow different. Yeah, it was her fault, it had nothing to do with me at all.