SUMMERSLAM

I was guest ring announcer for the main event and was currently introducing Undertaker and Brock didn't bother looking at me.

So when I was done I just left the ring and went backstage and hung out in the trainer's room as I didn't feel like people.

Their match was pretty hectic and Brock was basically robbed a win and he had to be pissed and all I wanted to do was hug him but he was mad at me. Even on our car ride home on Monday he was quiet.

"Yeah it hurts like a.." I was startled when the medic Chris walked in with Brock and so was he.

"You really need to stop hanging out here Kenz" Chris teased which earned him a glare from Brock.

Brock sat on the bed and Chris treated the cut on his forehead and I waited until he was done as I wanted to ask Brock how he was.

Chris left after awhile and I stood up and walked between his legs .

I traced my fingers over the stitches and he moved his head away from me soon after.

"What happened?" I asked ignoring the fact that he just pulled away from me.

He avoided eye contact while taking off his gloves,not paying attention to me. "Brock!"

"Why the fuck do you want to know now?" he spat out and shook his head and still made no eye contact.

"Because you were fucking bleeding and the fact that I heard Undertaker's music playing means that you didn't win"

He threw his gloves in the corner and leaned back against the wall and looked into my eyes.

"Wasn't that what you were hoping for, for me to lose an let your precious Mark win"

"Oh my word Brock what did you want me to say on the video, 'oh I hope Brock wins cause I've been fucking him"

"No Mckenzie, you know what I cant fucken deal with you and your fucking shit right now okay?" he pushed me away from his lap and left the room.

RAW

"And the winner of this match is Mckenzie!!!" The ref raised my hand as I had just beaten Rosa. I celebrated as she ran backstage.

After that I made my way up the ramp and that's when I heard his music hit.

As I made it onto the stage Brock came out along with Paul Heyman, he was clearly pissed.

He looked me over and lingered longer than he should've before making his way down to the ring after Paul.

I was abit confused as to why he stared at me for that long but I made my way to the back for a shower.

When I got back I saw Bo being carried passed my door on a stretcher and I had a pretty good idea who was the cause of it.

Just my luck that I had lost my key card to my hotel room which had caused me to only have my wrestling gear and since Rosa and I were the only ones scheduled for the night I wasn't going to ask her.

So I ended up taking Cesaro's hoodie from merch and wore my thigh high socks which was extra in my bag and that was it, with my hair being wavy from the steam of the shower.

I walked down the hall as I wanted to head to catering but I was stopped by Cesaro.

"Hey wow Mckenzie in the Cesaro section im honoured!" he pulled me into a hug as I giggled.

"Well yeah it is the best merch around here" I winked.

He looked me up and down and then raised his eyebrow."Er I forgot to pack in extra shoes, ever since Kane has been on vacay I have been very careless his normally carrying my shit around and driving me everywhere..."

"You need a lift back cause I can give you a ride, we can get some pizza and beer like we used to on the European tour" he smiled.

I smiled, "Well that would be.."

"Not necessary" I jumped at the sound of Brock's voice and Cesaro looked past me. " Mckenzie can hitch a ride in my truck with me"

I turned to face him and he was shirtless with a towel hanging around his neck with his breathing still abit heavy.

"You are?" Cesaro asked and I shook my head. "Sorry man she aint riding with you.."

Brock glared at him and then at me questionly.

"I shall be riding with Cesaro..." I said and he looked at me briefly.

"Well do whatever the fuck you want then" he spat out after regaining his composure and walked past me.

"Hey man you cant speak to her like that!" Cesaro said as he walked past him.

"Just leave him Cesaro his in a bad mood cause he lost I don't want you to get hurt as well" I reached for his arm.

Cesaro turned to me and placed his arm over my shoulder, I felt bad for refusing Brock but he hurt me at Summerslam and I wanted him to realize that.

"Okay Kenz" we were walking away when I felt Cesaro being ripped off me and when I turned I saw Brock punch him lights out.

"What the hell did you do..." the medics were checking on him.

"Im in a bad mood" he shrugged. I showed him a middle finger and walked over to where Cesaro was lying, but I didn't even get to check on him as I felt myself being lifted up and I was thrown over Brocks shoulder with his arm wrapped around my ass which I was thankful for as it kept the hoody covering my ass as I didn't have anything underneath it.

"Put me fucking down you jerk" I screamed as I hit his back.

The fact that no one was around didn't help my screaming at all. He didn't say anything.

He pushed open his locker room door and then locked it and put me down so fast I would've fallen if it wasn't for the closed door behind me.

"Take that fucking Cesaro's shit off NOW" he screamed as he walked to the other side of the locker room and threw his towel on the couch.

"No what the fuck is your problem?" I screamed but regret it soon after as he turned to glare at me and then walked till he was infront of me.

"Are you fucking him now huh? Let me guess you have been all fucking long" he chuckled and shook his head.

I slapped him before he could continue and he held his jaw while looking down.

He then pushed against me tightly so that I was trapped by his body. "You know I tolerate a lot of shit from you that little fuck you stunt you did earlier and now slapping me" he whispered as he looked down at me.

"Then don't tolerate it, we aren't together anymore so there's no reason for you to..."

"So we were together?" I barely got my other sentence out with him so close pressed against me and by now it felt like I couldn't breathe as his closeness was too much for me.

I stared up into his blue eyes and I couldn't say anything. I think he realized what he was doing to me as he fought a smile.

"Fuck Mckenzie" he ran his hand over his face."Only you can make me feel like this when im pissed at you"

I was confused until I felt his growing bulge between us pressing against me.

"You're.. You're... you not pissed im pissed, yesterday I was so worried about you and you just went off on me.."

"Im sorry Kenz.." he whispered into my ear which surprised me as he never called me that.

I melted at his words and my hands went to his waist and pulled him even closer which im pretty sure surprised him as he choked on what he was about to say.

He began kissing my neck and stopped above my breast and lifted his hands to both side of my head and looked down at me as I craved for the closeness we had before.

"Take it off" he said seriously.

"What?" I mumbled out as I looked up at him and he said nothing which ment he just wanted me to do it.

" I cant take it off im naked underneath"

"Why the hell are..." he moved further away from me and I moved close to him and kept his arms.

"I don't have my luggage.." he looked at me as if thinking and then smiled.

He immediately zipped down my hoody and stared over y body. I then felt his hands on the back of my thighs swiftly and he scooped me up on his arms and kissed me. His fingers dug into my thighs and I felt my back land on the couch as he wrapped my legs around him and pushed into me.

He groaned as he pushed into me slowly but hard which was different.

He bit into my neck and continued squeezing my thighs.

"Baby..." he breath into my neck which sent me over the edge and I pushed up against him.