Stronger Than Him By Lil Rocker Wolf
	Disclaimer: I don't own Rob Van Dam. I don't own Brock Lesnar. :: shudder:: And thank god I do NOT own Paul Heyman. This was supposed to be a quiet, enjoyable evening. One without distractions. One where no one bitched. But emphasis on SUPPOSED TO BE. That asshole just walked in. I can't tell you how completely thrilled I was to see him go to Smackdown with Stephanie. In my mind, I thought it would be a while until I saw him again. But this is only a few days later. So why is he here? They very sight of him makes my blood boil. They say it's not good to dwell on the past, because it can't be changed. Well too bad. I'm going to dwell on it anyway. Not a day goes by that I don't think of King of the Ring. It's been over a month- Vengeance has even passed, and everyone's hyped up over SummerSlam, and his big match against the Rock. I don't care. I think about how I lost to him. In the last round, when I was SO close. The way I see it- I blew it. Anyway, Brock looks to be searching for something. Or maybe it's someone. Wait... He's not staring at me is he? Well, he'd better not be, I don't have the patience to deal with him. God damn it... He's coming over here. His broad figure moves through the bar, and stops at my table. I'm sitting way in the back for a reason- So no one can bother me. And of all people... For a few moments, those big blue eyes are staring down at me. Most people would feel uneasy under a stare from a guy as big as that, but it just ticks me off. " What?!" I snap, unable to take it any longer. He hesitates. Brock Lesnar hesitating? Normally, he says and does anything he wants to. What's his problem today? " I need to talk to you." This comes as somewhat of a shock. What could he possibly have to say to me? I'm surprised, and kind of pissed at this, so all I can do is look back at him with the same stare he was giving me. " Please." He says finally, taking me out of my daze. Ok, who is he, and what has he done with Brock? Not that I care... Whoever he is, and if it is indeed the real Brock(, even though I highly doubt he'd say please,) he's done a great job of getting my curiosity up. I consider this a bit more, then motion for him to sit. As he does this, he signals for a beer. What was I thinking? Now he intends to make himself at home. This isn't some little tea party, Brock... " What the hell do you want?" Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't have put it quite like that. For as soon as I do, he gets this wild, angry look in his eyes. But he then closes them, counts to ten, and then looks back at me. And all this time I thought he had a serious anger management problem. If only he'd used that when everyone seemed to be picking on him. Heh heh heh. But McMahon went on and on about that whole ruthless aggression thing, and taking deep breaths and counting is neither ruthless or aggressive. The waitress sets a beer down in front of him. He mutters his thanks, and takes a sip. After he swallows, he looks at me again, and begins to speak. " How did you stand him?" I cock my head. " Huh?" " Heyman!" Oh. Oh, I see. This might not be such a waste of time after all. Without even trying to keep the smirk off my face, I smugly ask, " You finally figured out what an asshole he is?" I can see he feels stupid enough already, as he casts his eyes downward, and nodded. But I'll be damned if I make it any easier for him. " And you're here... Why?" His hand hits the table. " Because you KNOW HIM, Rob! What do I do?" Oh, this is priceless. The so called ' Next Big Thing', asking for my help, and advice? I could always tell him to stick with Heyman through it all, just so he'll be as miserable as I am. " Why are you asking me?" I find myself saying these words, instead of the evil ones I'd intended to use. Maybe it's because I'm actually human, unlike the man sitting in front of me. " You were around him in ECW." " So? I'm not the only one." He absently plays with his beer bottle. " You're the best to come out of it." And now he's complementing me. What next? " Well, what do YOU think you should do?" What am I doing? I should be insulting him... " I want to fire him, it's just that..." He doesn't even have to say it. " It's just that you're afraid that no one else will be your agent. Right?" He actually lets out a soft growl, then mutely nods. " Well, maybe you shouldn't have been such an ass, Brock." Ah, there we go. " Maybe you shouldn't have even been so stupid as to hire Paul FUCKING Heyman in the first place. You fucked up. And now you're scared. Scared to fire him. It must not be easy being you. But don't think for a moment that I pity you." I put some bills on the table for the drink I had, and go off. Man, that felt good. And for the first time, I feel stronger than him. Author's note: Hm... This was just an idea. I decided to take it somewhere. What do ya think