Paul held the tape triumphantly in front of the Bigshow's face. Paul
W. looked at his agent confused.
"What the hell is that?" Paul asked his agent confused.
"I caught Brock and Lauren in bed, doing it all night long." Paul Heyman said. He seemed overly happy about it.
"Paul that is a little weird. Don't you think?" Paul W. asked.
"It is the hottest tape you will ever see. Why don't you watch it." Paul suggested.
"I would rather not." Paul said.
"Oh come on. Soon everyone else will see it. Why not sooner than later." Paul said. He popped the tape in the VCR. He pressed play and the scenes of Brock and Lauren filled the screen. Paul W. looked strangely at his agent who was watching the tape intently.
"Paul why the hell did you tape this. That's not right." Paul said. He still watched the tape though. He had to admit it was the hottest tape he had ever seen. He never expected sweet little ole Lauren to be such an animal in bed.
After the tape was over, Paul Heyman had left the room to go talk to Stephanie. He took the tape out of the VCR and decided to give it to Brock and Lauren.
There was a knock on the locker room door. Lauren got up to answer it. It was Paul White. He was holding something in his hand.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I have something that belongs to you." Paul said. He was handed her a tape marked Brock and Lauren.
"What's this?" She asked.
"Paul taped you and Brock having sex." He told her. Lauren's heart dropped. Her most intimate moment had been taped. She felt so degraded.
"He was going to show it to a lot of people. He showed me it, and I'm sorry I watched it. I know it's a private moment." He said.
"Thanks for being honest and for giving me the tape back." She said.
"No problem. I'll talk to you later." Paul said. He left the room. Lauren went into the shower room where Brock was getting ready to take a pre-match shower.
"Brock, I have to tell you something." She said to him. She handed him the tape.
"Paul taped us having making love. And he was going to show it to everyone." She said.
"You've got to be kidding me. What an asswhole." Brock said. He kissed her cheek softly.
"Aren't you going to do something about it?" She asked.
"Well I have to get dressed first." Brock said. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Forget it. I'll do it." She said.
Lauren walked to Paul Heyman's locker room. Instead of knocking on the door she walked right in.
"Paul I need to talk to you." She said. That was the Bigshow's cue to leave.
"How can I help you?" Paul asked.
"You know what this is all about. What the hell were you doing in my hotel room last night?" She asked. Paul smiled at her.
"Don't you feel so degraded?" He asked.
"You are such a disgusting bastard." She said. He started to advance towards her.
"Don't you dare come near me." She said. He paid no attention to her words and contuied to walk towards her. Once he was close, he grabbed a hold of her arm. He pressed his lips against hers.
"Feels good don't it?" Paul asked. She wiped at her lips. All of a sudden, someone was pulling Paul away from her with such force.
"Brock what are you doing?" She asked him.
"Taking care of business." He told her. He punched Paul in the nose. It gushed with blood. He probably broke it.
"Let's go before someone comes in here." Brock said. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the room.
"Brock what just happened there?" She asked. She was dazed and confused. She was pushed hard against the wall, and hurt her head.
"I saw the tape." He said," I don't want anyone to see that tape." He set her down on the couch in his locker room.
"Hey are you ok?" He asked.
"I'm fine, nothing to worry about." She said. He knew she was lying to him.
"Um I know you're lying about that. Now seriously are you ok?" He asked.
"I banged my head really hard on the wall. It hurts." She said to him.
"You want some ice baby girl?" He asked.
"No, I'm fine. Really." She said to him. She felt very dizzy and needed to sit down.
"Could you go get me some Advil or something?" She asked him, " I think I need it."
"Um sure. Whatever you want." He said.
All day she asked Brock to do stuff for her. He was the kind of person that would do it, but wasn't to happy about doing it. This made Brock frustrated, and he did not like to be frustrated.
"What the hell is that?" Paul asked his agent confused.
"I caught Brock and Lauren in bed, doing it all night long." Paul Heyman said. He seemed overly happy about it.
"Paul that is a little weird. Don't you think?" Paul W. asked.
"It is the hottest tape you will ever see. Why don't you watch it." Paul suggested.
"I would rather not." Paul said.
"Oh come on. Soon everyone else will see it. Why not sooner than later." Paul said. He popped the tape in the VCR. He pressed play and the scenes of Brock and Lauren filled the screen. Paul W. looked strangely at his agent who was watching the tape intently.
"Paul why the hell did you tape this. That's not right." Paul said. He still watched the tape though. He had to admit it was the hottest tape he had ever seen. He never expected sweet little ole Lauren to be such an animal in bed.
After the tape was over, Paul Heyman had left the room to go talk to Stephanie. He took the tape out of the VCR and decided to give it to Brock and Lauren.
There was a knock on the locker room door. Lauren got up to answer it. It was Paul White. He was holding something in his hand.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I have something that belongs to you." Paul said. He was handed her a tape marked Brock and Lauren.
"What's this?" She asked.
"Paul taped you and Brock having sex." He told her. Lauren's heart dropped. Her most intimate moment had been taped. She felt so degraded.
"He was going to show it to a lot of people. He showed me it, and I'm sorry I watched it. I know it's a private moment." He said.
"Thanks for being honest and for giving me the tape back." She said.
"No problem. I'll talk to you later." Paul said. He left the room. Lauren went into the shower room where Brock was getting ready to take a pre-match shower.
"Brock, I have to tell you something." She said to him. She handed him the tape.
"Paul taped us having making love. And he was going to show it to everyone." She said.
"You've got to be kidding me. What an asswhole." Brock said. He kissed her cheek softly.
"Aren't you going to do something about it?" She asked.
"Well I have to get dressed first." Brock said. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Forget it. I'll do it." She said.
Lauren walked to Paul Heyman's locker room. Instead of knocking on the door she walked right in.
"Paul I need to talk to you." She said. That was the Bigshow's cue to leave.
"How can I help you?" Paul asked.
"You know what this is all about. What the hell were you doing in my hotel room last night?" She asked. Paul smiled at her.
"Don't you feel so degraded?" He asked.
"You are such a disgusting bastard." She said. He started to advance towards her.
"Don't you dare come near me." She said. He paid no attention to her words and contuied to walk towards her. Once he was close, he grabbed a hold of her arm. He pressed his lips against hers.
"Feels good don't it?" Paul asked. She wiped at her lips. All of a sudden, someone was pulling Paul away from her with such force.
"Brock what are you doing?" She asked him.
"Taking care of business." He told her. He punched Paul in the nose. It gushed with blood. He probably broke it.
"Let's go before someone comes in here." Brock said. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the room.
"Brock what just happened there?" She asked. She was dazed and confused. She was pushed hard against the wall, and hurt her head.
"I saw the tape." He said," I don't want anyone to see that tape." He set her down on the couch in his locker room.
"Hey are you ok?" He asked.
"I'm fine, nothing to worry about." She said. He knew she was lying to him.
"Um I know you're lying about that. Now seriously are you ok?" He asked.
"I banged my head really hard on the wall. It hurts." She said to him.
"You want some ice baby girl?" He asked.
"No, I'm fine. Really." She said to him. She felt very dizzy and needed to sit down.
"Could you go get me some Advil or something?" She asked him, " I think I need it."
"Um sure. Whatever you want." He said.
All day she asked Brock to do stuff for her. He was the kind of person that would do it, but wasn't to happy about doing it. This made Brock frustrated, and he did not like to be frustrated.