I sat in a chair outside Vince McMahon�s office, just waiting for my turn to be verbally abused. My arms were at my sides, gripping the edge of the chair as I stared blankly at the wall parallel to me. I could hear him screaming and I could just picture his face, beat red and violent with veins bulging. It may be a silly thing to say, coming from a guy like me and all, but Vince scares the shit out of me when he�s angry. Hell, he scares the shit out of me when he�s happy, or just in a normal mood. The guy is just plain scary. I hear another angry scream from inside the office.
I then hear Kurt trying to speak to him, trying to calm him and take the fall for what I did. I told him not to. I told him it was my fault, but all he was interested in hearing me say was that I would allow him to take the blame. He said it was both of us, not just me. Part of the reason why he decided to take the blame is because of how afraid of Vince I am. He knows all too well that Vince just has to look at me and I�ll be terrified. He�s seen me talk to Vince before, seen how I can�t even look at the man and seen how quickly I back down if I request anything from him and he says no.
I had been sitting there for a good half hour before Kurt came out of the room. I jumped to my feet and grabbed his arm. He looked at me, raising his hand and patting mine. He had an almost relieved expression on his face and that made me feel better. He smiled slightly.
�He�s just a little angry. No big deal. He�ll get over it.� Kurt told me, trying to reassure me as he saw the insecurity in my eyes.
�I�m sorry, Kurt...I didn�t think...I didn�t know it...� I tried to explain but he pressed his hand to my lips, silencing me immediately.
�I�m glad we did what we did, Brock. Don�t apologize for it.� I smiled, happy that he didn�t regret what had happened in the ring. My smile faded as I turned to see Vince standing next to me, glaring at me with disgust. If it wasn�t for Kurt being right there, I would have cowered.
�In the office NOW.� He ordered sternly, and I didn�t argue. I pulled myself away from Kurt and quickly went into the office. I heard him yell at Kurt to go to the locker room, and then he came into the office as well, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to his chair to take a seat. He folded his arms on his desk and smiled at me, a fake, pleasant grin. �Have a seat, Brock.� I did what I was told, sitting quickly and focusing my eyes mainly on his desk. I observed pictures of his family, framed neatly, and scattered across the desk were several papers. He had a single black pen in front of him laying on a piece of paper that stuck out the most. I swallowed hard.
�So, Brock, you want to tell me what happened the other night?� He asked in a way that made it obvious that he was telling me I had to explain.
�I...I...uh...kissed Kurt...� I said quietly.
�Say that again, Brock. I didn�t quite catch what you did the other night, in front of thousands of fans.� He growled. I frowned.
�I kissed Kurt.� I said without stammering.
�Oh, so that�s what that disgusting display was...� I looked up, not really thinking before doing so, and sneered at him, gave him the most aggressive look I could conjure up. I only realized my mistake when Vince had a shocked look on his face. He was totally surprised because I had never done something like that before. He stood from his seat slowly, pushing his chair back and beginning to walk around the desk. I forced my eyes back to the floor, my heart racing with a fear I�d never known before. Before I knew it he was standing over me, looking down on me like I was worthless, like I was an insect. I had to restrain myself, catching a whimper in my throat and swallowing it back down quickly.
�Look at me.� He ordered. I couldn�t. I shook my head. �Look at me!� He yelled and I jumped slightly. I still kept my eyes on the floor. That�s when he grabbed me by my shirt and yanked me right up out of the seat, swinging me around and slamming me up against the wall. I grabbed onto his hands and gasped with shock and fear. He snarled angrily as he held me there. �When I tell you to fucking do something, you do it damn it! Understand me?!� He screamed. I winced as he pushed against me hard. I quickly nodded, not daring to argue with him since I knew it would just get me in trouble.
�Y-yes sir...� I stuttered nervously. His face relaxed. A pleased smile formed over his lips and he looked as if he was fine. His grip on me did not loosen though, and I did not relax at all with him that close to me. I swallowed hard and looked away, once again avoiding his gaze. I was so petrified. I had no idea what he was going to do, and I could only hope for the best in this situation. Hope. It seems so obvious now that I didn�t have the least bit of hope. I suddenly felt his breath on my neck, the closeness becoming more uncomfortable. A low chuckle came from him and I knew he had something bad in store. One of his hands trailed down my body and he grabbed me, groped my crotch hard. I gasped and jerked, shoving him away and looking at him with disbelief. �What the hell are you doing?!� I questioned, angry and horrified. He got that crazed look again and I immediately regretted shoving him. He came back at me and grabbed me again, putting one hand around my throat and pressing his groin against me.

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