Cheryl arrived with her bags and stepped into the arena for Smackdown. She winced with each step she took after the horrid beating she'd taken the night before from the Big Show. As she made her way to her locker room she kept her eyes peeled for the 7 foot 500 pound man and that sleezeball Paul Heyman, who had screwed her boyfriend, Brock Lesnar. She had known this was going to happen but had refrained from preaching it to Brock, because she knew he wouldnt believe her. She got to her locker room and set her things down, unsure as to whether she should go wait for Brock to arrive, not knowing if Paul or Big Show was in the building. Against her better judgement, she decided to go wait for Brock.

On her way there, she ran into Matt Hardy. She wasnt in the mood to deal with his 'Mattitude' so she tried to focus her attention elsewhere. But to no avail, because Matt walked right over to her.

"Well, well. If it isnt my brother's ex girlfriend. So tell me what was it Cheryl? Was he not 'extreme' enough for you? Wait..I know what it is. He just didnt have 'mattitude'. But I think you made the right choice in jumping ship to Smackdown." Cheryl smiled but then got in Matt's face.

"Look, Im not in any mood to deal with any of your shit Matt. What happened with me and Jeff is absolutely NONE of your business okay? We're still really good friends, so quit ragging on him all the time and try to focus on actually being accepted, instead of going around making an ass out of yourself each and every week! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find Brock." With that, Cheryl walked off leaving a dazed Matt Hardy to rethink his strategies.

In the parking lot, Mark Lloyd was waiting for the Big Show or Brock Lesnar to get a word in, when Cheryl arrived. He immediately ran over to her.

"Cheryl! I need your thoughts on what happened last night? How do you-" Cheryl cut off the young rookie announcer.

"Mark, Im not in the mood for your little interviews. The only thoughts Im going to give you, is that Paul Heyman AND Big Show will pay. Brock and I will make sure of that. Dont you worry. Now if your waiting for Brock, I suggest you either get yourself some body guards, or do the smart thing and just leave. Brock will not be in the mood for any announcers. He wants a piece of Big Show and Heyman, and believe me, it wont bother him to break a little announcer in half." Cheryl began pacing as she awaited the arrival of Brock.

Meanwhile the Smackdown GM, Stephanie McMahon was overlooking the night's schedule, when her door busted open and a worried Paul Heyman ran to her desk.

"STEPHANIE!!"

"Paul, what do you want?" Stephanie asked, being very annoyed.

"Steph, you know how Brock Lesnar will be when he arrives here. You saw that little interview with his girlfriend Cheryl. He's going to harm me and my client, Big Show. You cant put your new champion's health in jeopardy. I know how Brock Lesnar is, when he wants revenge, he gets it."

"Paul, I cant necessarily control what exactly Brock Lesnar does okay? I will try my best, but I think your best shot is for you and Big Show to just leave the arena." Steph suggested.

"Listen. Big Show is the WWE champion. We shouldnt be the ones that have to leave because of Brock Lesnar's psychotic ways. I think you should give him the night off, I mean--"

"PAUL! Look at me. I run Smackdown okay? I am the GM on this show. Not you. Brock has every right to be here as you do. Therefore, if your that scared for your 'client' just leave. Now get out of my office and dont bug me. I have a job to do here." Paul stomped off angrily to find Big Show.

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The camera set in the parking lot as a limo pulled in. Cheryl eyed it curiously. The limo didnt even have time to stop before the door burst open and out jumped Brock Lesnar. Cheryl raced over to him, as he seemed not to even notice her.

"BROCK!" He stopped and turned glaring at her.

"What are you doing here? I thought you werent going to come here, your hurt, you shouldnt be here." He said impatiently.

"Brock, I wasnt going to sit and watch you hurt yourself more then you already are as it is. I dont trust Paul or Big Show. But please dont do anything stupid yet. I know your mad, hell Im mad too. But please Im begging you DONT--" She paused as she winced in pain and held her side. Brock immediately ran over to her.

"Your in no shape to be here, trying to argue with me. I think you should leave Cheryl." He turned to leave, but Cheryl firmly grabbed his arm.

"No. Im not going anywhere. I know how your mind is operating Brock, you cant fool me okay? Will you at least walk me to my locker room?" Unsure of what to do, Brock sighed and obliged. He put a protective arm around her and they walked off to his locker room.