Brock stepped into his hotel room feeling proud of himself. *And he should do! He just won his title back from that fat ass bastard Big Show. * He took his shirt off and threw it to the ground and placed his beautiful belt on the table. He stood there and admired it for a few moments. He couldn�t help himself. He was just too proud. He�d waited four long hard working months for this.* He should damn well admire it and savour the moment! * He turned around and walked into his bathroom and pulled his trousers off and threw them to the floor. He stood there in his black underwear for a moment looking himself over in the mirror thinking. Just thinking normal thoughts. He noticed that he needed a shave so he stepped back into the bedroom. He rummaged through his bag finally finding his shaving bag. He looked up he saw a huge, tall figure. He couldn�t tell who it was as it was too dark and he had on no lights on.

� Who the hell are you?! Get out! � Brock yelled hiding the fact that he was nervous and scared on the inside.

The figure stepped forward and gave a smug laugh. Brock took a step back and hated the fact that this person wasn�t afraid of him.

� Get outta here now!! � Brock yelled again feeling his rage build up inside of him.

� Who the hell do ya think YOU are you son of a bitch?! You piss me off for weeks on end, you tease me, you then take my title and now your standing there looking like that! Who the hell do ya think you are?! � The man yelled in a deep angry voice. When Brock heard Show�s voice he took a step forward and tried to keep his temper under control.

� Show?! What the hell are ya doing here?! In my room?!! �

� Come off it Brock! We both know you want me! Everyone knows it! �

� What?! � Brock asked dumbstruck from that last comment.

� Don�t play dumb, dumb either. �

� I�m not! I don�t�. want you! � Brock said with a disgusted look and gestured his hand towards Show. Feeling even madder Show raged forward clothslining Brock to the ground. Brock let out a yelp and Show looked down on the younger man with hunger and need in his eyes. Brock was curled up holding the back of his neck in pain as his head bounced off from the floor when he fell. Show pulled up Brock by his underwear and Brock was helpless. Brock looked at the older man and saw a psychotic side of Show. For the first time ever Brock feared Big Show.

Show pushed Brock against the wall and Brock let out a grunt of pain as Show laughed.

� Get off� you� stupid� son if a� bitch! � Brock yelled trying to fight back but he was just too tired from his 25 minute match he had with Show before.

� Huh Brock?! You wanna play hard to get!! How�s this for hard?!! � Show asked throwing Brock onto the bed. Brock rolled off the bed and wrapped his arms around himself in pain. He closed his eyes shut and let out a grunt of pain. He then felt Show drag him up by his hair and again threw him onto the bed. This time Show got on top of Brock and pinned him to the bed. There was no way Brock would be able to get a 500 pound fat ass off of him now! But he tried. Brock struggled, he hit Show, he tried to yell but Show gagged Brock, and Brock kicked his legs but it was no use. Show didn�t waste anytime on pathetic kisses on Brock. He got straight to business. He ripped Brock�s underwear off and threw the material to the ground exposing Brock�s now naked body. Show eyed Brock over and licked his lips, Brock closed his eyes hating to know what was coming. He tried everything in his power to move but nothing seemed to work. He felt Show�s cock grow hard against him and it made Brock feel sick to the stomach. Brock kept his eyes closed, hoping that if they were closed then he�d wake up to this all being a bad dream but it never worked. He fought back the tears building up in his eyes.* What? Not even he, Brock Lesnar , can cry once in while?! Of course he cried!! *

Show pulled Brock�s legs apart making Brock whimper. He looked down at the younger mans package and liked what he was seeing. He took hold of Brock�s cock and took in the fullness into his mouth. Show sucked on it and bobbed his head up and down and Brock hated every moment. He wished Kurt or someone would knock the door and disturb the fat ass asshole but wishing never worked either. Show still continued his movements growing frustrated that Brock wasn�t getting excited like he was. He looked to Brock and slapped him twice and then used Brock�s throat as support, choking Brock as he again took in Brock�s fullness. He bobbed his head again and Brock yelled but it all sounded muffled. Show threw Brock�s legs together mad and Brock closed his eyes in pain. Brock saw the frustration build up inside of Show and he began to get frightened.

� Oh God what is he gonna do? Please make him stop! Kurt! Where are ya?! � Brock thought worriedly. * Where�s his so called best friend?! Kurt Angle. Where is he?! * Show again looked Brock over and decided to go for it. Not wanting to waste anytime.

� Wanna know why I�m called the Big Show? � Show asked smugly and Brock shook his head no. Show again slapped Brock and undid his zipper to his trousers and pulled his cock out, he didn�t take his trousers off knowing Brock would run like hell when given the chance. Show again pulled Brock�s legs apart and hovered over Brock. Show smiled smugly and he entered Brock, and Brock screamed closing his eyes, and a small tear slipped out. Show, who saw this, took advantage. He thrusted himself in and out of Brock and Brock couldn�t take the pain. He could feel Show push himself in and out of him and this made Brock disgusted.

� You�re suppose to be the World Champion! How can you NOT stop him?! You fucking ass! � Brock thought as Show continued his movements. Brock opened his eyes and saw Show still moving in and out of him making the bed move.

� Stop!! � Brock tried to yell but Show couldn�t hear.

� Get off! � Brock yelled again but it was pointless. Show continued to thrust inside of Brock wanting to make Brock feel what he was feeling but no matter how hard or fast he would go nothing would work.

� God damn you Brock! � Show muttered and again slapped the young champion. Brock just took it. * What could he do? Nothing! That�s what! *

� Thought you liked pain Brock? Well?! If you like giving out pain you must like receiving pain?! � Show asked referring to Brock�s slogan � Here comes the pain � and all Brock could do was think horrible thoughts about Show.

Show quickened his movements, the head rest was now banging off the wall furiously. Show could feel his body quivering from his needs but he still thrusted in and out of the young man who was now crying not caring whether Show saw or not. Brock felt Show�s movements slow down between the thrusts and prayed that it was over. Brock could hear grunts coming from the larger man and Brock clenched the bed sheets angrily hating the fact that this was happening to him of all people. He felt Show explode in to him he closed his eyes trying to think of something else but all that raced through his head was Show raping him. Show still continued to force his way in and out Brock and Show could feel Brock tightening around his cock in pain. Brock felt Show stop sometime later so he opened his eyes slowly. There he was, hanging over the top of him smiley smugly. Show pulled himself out fast on purpose wanting to hurt Brock one more time. Show then pulled his zipper back up after putting back in his cock and he moved off of Brock. Brock watched as Show picked up the shirt Brock had taken off earlier and sniffed it.

� Ya don�t mind if I keep this? � Show asked laughing. Show left the room and it arose with quietness. Brock laid there, naked and quivering from the coldness. He pulled the gag out and threw it to the ground as he took in a deep breath. He slowly breathed out and he then sat up. He wrapped his arms around his naked body tightly and then realised what had happened to him! He, of all people, has just been rapped! He felt dirty, violated even.

� How could you not stop him Brock?! You�re strong enough for crying out loud! � Brock thought sitting there alone in the dark.

Brock couldn�t stand being there anymore. He couldn�t stand being in the room at that very moment, the room he was raped in. He pulled on some cloths and left his hotel room in search of Kurt�s. He finally got to Kurt�s room and Brock banged on the door, and in the process nearly hit Kurt as he was so upset he didn�t realise Kurt had opened the door.

� Brock? What the hell happened to you? � Kurt asked confused after taking in Brock�s appearance. Kurt then backed up to let his best friend through who was now blubbering his eyes out and this is NOT the Brock Lesnar Kurt Angle knew!

� It was horrible Kurt� horrible! � Brock said sitting on the bed.

� What? What Brock? What was horrible? � Kurt asked looking at his young friend with concern.

� What he did! It was cruel! He violated me! Kurt that�s wrong! He can�t do that! � Brock continued unaware that his best friend had just asked him a question.

� What Brock?! Tell me! � Kurt demanded sitting down next to his friend making Brock listen. Brock turned to his friend un sure of whether he should tell as it was too embarrassing. All he wanted was a shoulder to cry on, not to spill the beans. Brock could see the care in Kurt and he knew he had to tell, so he took in one more breath and tried to find the words of how to tell him.

� It was Show� � He started.

� What about that smelly son of a bitch? � Kurt asked.

� He.. I tried to stop it Kurt, don�t think I didn�t because I did. But he was too strong for me, I was tired Kurt�� Brock babbled hoping his babbling would make Kurt forget he asked what he wanted know.

� Write it down then Brock, I want to know. I want to help you.� Kurt said handing him a paper and a pen.

Brock tried to write it down but he was shaking too much.

� I can�t! I can�t write! I can�t say it! � Brock roared in anger and threw the pen and paper to the ground. Kurt placed an arm around the mad and upset Brock and Brock fell into Kurt�s hug and Brock again cried. Brock cried into Kurt who wanted to make everything seem all right but knew he couldn�t until he found out what happened to Brock.

� Kurt, I want this all to go away Kurt. I wish it had never happened! It still hurts Kurt, I can still feel it all over me and it hurts. � Brock said while still crying into the older man�s shoulder.

� What hurts Brock? You gotta tell me so I can help. �

� I couldn�t stop it Kurt. Why couldn�t I stop it?! � Brock asked knowing Kurt couldn�t answer that question.

� Stop what? � Kurt asked confused.

� He� this is stupid Kurt! I should never have come here! � He said about to leave but Kurt stopped him.

� Well you�re here now so tell me Brock! � Kurt said looking him dead in the eyes.

� Show� he erm,� he broke into my room and� � He said unable to finish the sentence.

� Brock,� what?! � Kurt demanded slightly yelling at Brock.

� He raped me Kurt!! Happy now?! Huh?! � He yelled mad and pissed off at how Kurt could yell at him at a time like this.

Kurt looked at Brock dumbfounded and most of all shocked.

� How on earth could Show rape Brock Lesnar? How?! � Kurt thought.

� How? � Kurt then asked wanting to find out the answer to his thought.

� He attacked me and then threw me onto the bed and� � Brock trailed off again. Kurt pulled his best friend into another hug and Brock cried for the third time that night.

� Stay here. � Kurt said sitting the young man down again, Kurt closed his hotel room door and went on a murder search for Show.

Finding Show�s room he barged in, to find Show watching t.v

� YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH! � Kurt yelled and then attacked Show, beating the hell outta the 500 pound man. After the brutal attack he went back to his friend who was sat in his hotel room crying. Kurt spent that night comforting Brock, trying to make him feel better but couldn�t.

� Stop it Kurt! You have no idea what I�m going through! I was fucking raped!! � Brock yelled and stood up away from Kurt.

� I know Brock, I know. � Kurt said in a calm voice.

� I feel violated, filthy. � He said rubbing his arms that looked clean to Kurt but dirty to Brock.

� Brock� Tell me. Talk to me.�

� I can�t Kurt, I just can�t. �

� Why? �

� Because.. you�re different. �

� How? � Kurt asked confused at the young mans words.

� You�re different in so many ways Kurt. You�re a stranger. �

� No I�m not. I�m your friend. �

� A friend that wasn�t there for me! GOD DAMN YOU KURT!! WHY WEREN�T YOU THERE FOR ME KURT?! WHY?! � Brock yelled.

� I had no idea that was happening to you Brock, if I did know, I would have stopped it Brock. But I had no idea. � Kurt explained.

� JUST LEAVE ME ALONE KURT! � Brock yelled again and stormed out of the room as he slammed the door shut behind him. Brock had to go back to his room as he had no where else to go. He sat on the sofa thinking about what went on. What happened to him, how Kurt wasn�t there for him and how Kurt�s just different. Brock couldn�t speak to him in the same way again nor will he ever. Their friendship�s over. Nothing could save it.

The End.

©Kirsty Dunne