A few weeks passed and Brock was challenged to fight John Cena. Brock smiled to himself. John Cena was no match for Brock. Everyone knew that.

"Brock what are you thinking about?" Lauren asked him. She was sitting in the bed trying to fix a button on her shirt.

"Nothing baby. I was thinking about nothing." Brock said. He watched her fiddle with her shirt. Every now and then, you could see a hint of her bra. He felt very uncomfortable in his pants. Lauren noticed him staring at her.

"Ok, what are you looking at?" Lauren asked him. She had given up on her shirt and left the top buttons unbuttoned.

"Nothing, nothing." Brock said. He kissed her lips delicately. His pants felt unbelievable tight. His hand moved to her chest.

"Brock what are you doing?" She asked him.

"I'm just very happy to see you, if you catch my drift." He said. She smiled a little.

"That's nice Brock, but I'm really not in the mood right now." Lauren said to him. A sudden rush of anger flared up. He controlled it the best way he could.

"Ok, whatever you say." He said tensely. He got up and walked over to the door.

"We have to go to the arena anyway." She said to him. She pulled on a coat and went straight to the door.

At the arena Brock was talking to John Cena about what they would be doing for their match. Lauren went to go find Torrie.

"Hey Laur. What's up?" Torrie asked her.

"Nothing much. Just tired that's all." Lauren told her. They stood in the hallway for a while talking about Brock and Billy.

"Well I have to go so I'll talk to you later." Torrie said.

"Um ok, bye bye." Lauren said. Lauren went to go find Brock. To her suprise, Brock was talking to Matt and he looked very upset.

to be contuied...