~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Chapter Six~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Christina closed Dwayne's script book tiredly and rubbed her eyes. It lay open in front of her on the hotel cafeteria table, almost read from begining to end. Taking a sip from her hot chocolate, she checked her watch, and seeing the time, slapped the book closed. It was 6:45 am of the morning after the plane landed in Miami and Vince had ordered that everybody meet in the hotel conference room at 7 am sharp to discuss the plans for that night's wrestling event.
Throwing away her cup and wiping her hands, she headed towards the conference room down in the lobby. Arriving at the designated door, she paused. It was still early, it wasnt even seven yet and she had thought she was the first one to arrive. The door was held ajar slightly, as if someone didnt close it hard enough and it swung open slowly.
" Are you certain?"
" Of course I'm certain, you dim-wit. Why else do you think I would be here with you and your slimy rear end?"
The whispered voices came to her instantly, and Christina sneaked nearer to the open crack of the door.
" Just wanting to make sure that it is positively your decision. Frankly I think..... Wait.... Are you sure the door is closed?"
Paul's anxious voice floated over to her and Christina froze. Ironically, it was Taylor's irritated voice that saved her from being discovered. " Of course it's closed. But I want to make sure that once its out then I wont have to be looking over my shoulder all the time because of Lesnar. Are you sure Hunter is up to this too?"
" I would'nt have called you in here if I wasnt sure that he wasn't. Trust me Taylor, I've been in this field longer than you have.I know my way around and how to get what I want."
She was confused. What was Taylor upto now? The fact that it included Hunter didnt comfort her one bit. Christina moved closer to the door, checking and looking up once and a while to check if any of the others arrived.
" Like I was saying... Frankly, I think its time that Brock had a wake up call. He's been parading around backstage like he owns the place and forgets that it was me that brought him out of that hick state of Minnesota and into the spotlight where he is now."
Christina could imagine Taylor nodding crisply to that. " Alright then, it's on. I'll air it as soon as possible. Dont breath a word of this to no one, Heyman."
" Of course not, Taylor. I would then be putting my health on the line if I would. "
She raised an eyebrow, going back over what she had heard. They were planning something, something that included Triple H and could possibly be against Brock. Her hands gripped the door knob so tightly, her knuckles turned a remarkable shade of white. Could she and Dwayne be drug into this unwillingly? She hoped not. It would mean total chaos, but then again, this IS World Wrestling Entertainment. And what else could possibly be expected?
" Dont you think it's a little rude to eavesdrop on people's conversation?" A pair of hands clasped down on Christina's shoulders.
Swirling around, Christina came face to face with Dwayne. " Geez, you wanna give me a heart attack, Dwayne? Might wanna crawl up behind me a little more quieter next time!" She ran a hand through her hair, sighing and checking behind her to the door.
He gave another smile." Sorry, couldn't resist."
She faked a grin and led him by the elbow away from the door." Listen, I need to talk to you. I think I might have-"
" Yo, Dwayne!" Austin called from across the lobby, heading towards the conference room."Vince says to get your sum bitch ass over here promptu."
Dwayne laughed loudly and threw up a hand in greeting. " Be right there, Steve. Keep ' em busy til' the Great One gets there."
" Will do." Austin yelled back with a final wave before disappearing behind the door.
She sighed resignedly and shrugged at Dwayne. " Let's go, I'll tell you later."
Surprisingly, the meeting passed pretty quickly.Vince was namely worried with the techincal problems of some wrestler's entrances and how they would proceed without them this time around. Everyone sat around Vince McMahon in a semi-circle like he was some story-teller sharing the latest fable, most sitting in hard as rock steel chairs much like the one's used in the matches and trying not to fall asleep.
Christina sat in between Dwayne and Steve Austin, suddenly feeling like the valley in between two mountains. Steve was cool, he thought it was pretty clever of Vince to replace Dawn-Marie with two Divas instead of one. He was a heck of a lot bigger in real life as well ( and a heck of a lot cuter ) than what she initially thought on television. Christina kept mostly to herself, watching as Matt Hardy and Lita flirted shamelessly across the room from her, Jeff on the other hand, kept looking back and forth between Vince and his sketch pad, trying to pay attention while drawing some mysterious and intricate grafiti . It seemed that the former was slowly losing the war for his attention.
Eddie and Chavo Guerrero was busily trying to empty Kurt Angle's pocket of his wallet and set of car keys, their ring persona rubbing off on them. Finally, Christina noticed, Taylor and Paul Heyman sitting a whole room across from the solitude Brock Lesnar, who was coincidentally sitting next to Triple H, unknowing of anything peculiar going on between him and his tag team partner.
She rested her eyes on Brock's hands, laying intertwined in his lap, his forefinger tapping occasionally to some unknown rhythm. They seemed so huge to her, as if he could have covered her entire face with just a palm. Her eyes traveled up towards his face, eyes turned downward and seemed to be studying the pattern of the carpet of the floor. Brock's lips moved together, like a silent, self-involved conversation had seemed to entertain him.
" Crap," Dwayne whispered under his breath, sighing and stretching." How long does this thing last?"
Vince McMahon chose that moment to end the meeting and left the room. Christina smiled at him, " Until now."
Ten minuets later, after the meeting had ended and everyone had left, Christina pulled Dwayne over to a corner. " Guess what I heard earlier today....."
" I dont know. Enlighten me, oh wise one." He shrugged. "What has thou heard from the grape vine?"
" Taylor forced Heyman to become Triple H's manager."
At that, Dwayne chuckled. " ' Nina, one thing. Heyman cannot be forced. He can however, be persuaded, and I guess making a stupid decision like that is his problem."
She shook her head, he didnt understand. This was Brock Lesnar, for pete's sake. " Dwayne! Think here for a second..... If Taylor joins up with Hunter, wont that mean more trouble for us? I mean, we already have Brock on our back, but now Triple H as well?"
" Relax, ok? We dont have anymore troubles now then we did before you heard what you did. Hunter got it in his thick head to mess with us and Brock Lesnar, well, he was just there from the begining."
Shoving his hands in his black jeans, Dwayne shrugged. " Actually, Im surprised Heyman waited this long to do something like this. He's known to shake things up time to time. It's Paul Heyman we're talking about, 'Nina."
" So, you dont think we should do anything about this? I mean, does Vince know about this? And what about Brock? You dont know how he'll react to this......"
Dwayne shrugged once again, his laid-back personality shining through. " Nah. Brock's a big boy now, he can take care of himself. He'll just have to work around this. Besides, we have enough to worry about with this new deal between Taylor and Hunter."
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( 2 nights later, in Miami )
" Hey." Dwayne knocked on Christina's lockeroom door that night, letting himself in and turning on the small television screen. " I think you should see this."
She looked up from putting on her wrestling boots to the television screen. She wasn't exactly planning on wrestling, but she wanted to be ready anyways. " Whats up?"
" You remember two days ago, what you told me?"
Christina frowned, trying to think. " I think so. About Hunter and Taylor?"
" Yeah..... I think you were right. Take a look at this......."
Dwayne turned the television towards them, turning up the volume. The screen cut from Jeff Hardy's match with Chris Jericho to Hunter. He appeared to be in Vince McMahon's office, looking awfully comfortable in his boss's chair, two feet propped up on Vince's desk.
" I'm truly sorry to be interrupting this nights match, but I have something that I think every one should watch." Hunter smiled, a cocky grin on his face and triumph in his eyes. " I especially dedicate this video to my good ol' friend, Brock Lesnar. Hope your watching!"
" I knew it. I knew she was going to do this. That girl doesnt have a bone of common sense in her. " She muttered. Dwayne stood next to her unmoving, brown eyes riveted to the screen.
Taylor was next to appear on the screen, the audience's mix of boos and cheers audible as Paul Heyman appeared next to her. In his hands, Paul held what seemed to be an inch thick document.
" A few weeks ago, I was assigned to be Brock Lesnar's tag-team parter against The Rock and his prissy little girl, Christina McCullen." Taylor started. " I was sidelined throughout the whole match and was more than pissed. I am a truly talented piece of work Lesnar! Not just something fragile that should be put on a pedestal."
" The day Hunter came out and ruthlessly attacked and disintergrated Rock and Lesnar, I was impressed. So impressed in fact, that I talked to my friend and manager, Paul Heyman and actually had him terminate my partnership with Lesnar and assigned myself with The Game."
At this, Paul Heyman held up the document he had in his hands." This Brock, is my contract as your manager. I refuse to let myself be held back with useless trash such as yourself." Taking the document in both hands, he tore it in two, letting the pieces fall to the ground carelessly. " Hunter is now my client, and as his manager, I am seeing to it that he gets the opportunity to grind you into the ground. With the permission of Vince McMahon, I will see to it that he will get that chance very soon."
Taylor smiled and waved at the camera. " Bye bye, Brocky!"
The screen changed back to the wrestling match at hand. Christina let out a sigh that she didnt realize she'd been holding throughout the video. Turning to a speechless Dwayne, she shrugged. " I told you, didnt I?"
Christina closed Dwayne's script book tiredly and rubbed her eyes. It lay open in front of her on the hotel cafeteria table, almost read from begining to end. Taking a sip from her hot chocolate, she checked her watch, and seeing the time, slapped the book closed. It was 6:45 am of the morning after the plane landed in Miami and Vince had ordered that everybody meet in the hotel conference room at 7 am sharp to discuss the plans for that night's wrestling event.
Throwing away her cup and wiping her hands, she headed towards the conference room down in the lobby. Arriving at the designated door, she paused. It was still early, it wasnt even seven yet and she had thought she was the first one to arrive. The door was held ajar slightly, as if someone didnt close it hard enough and it swung open slowly.
" Are you certain?"
" Of course I'm certain, you dim-wit. Why else do you think I would be here with you and your slimy rear end?"
The whispered voices came to her instantly, and Christina sneaked nearer to the open crack of the door.
" Just wanting to make sure that it is positively your decision. Frankly I think..... Wait.... Are you sure the door is closed?"
Paul's anxious voice floated over to her and Christina froze. Ironically, it was Taylor's irritated voice that saved her from being discovered. " Of course it's closed. But I want to make sure that once its out then I wont have to be looking over my shoulder all the time because of Lesnar. Are you sure Hunter is up to this too?"
" I would'nt have called you in here if I wasnt sure that he wasn't. Trust me Taylor, I've been in this field longer than you have.I know my way around and how to get what I want."
She was confused. What was Taylor upto now? The fact that it included Hunter didnt comfort her one bit. Christina moved closer to the door, checking and looking up once and a while to check if any of the others arrived.
" Like I was saying... Frankly, I think its time that Brock had a wake up call. He's been parading around backstage like he owns the place and forgets that it was me that brought him out of that hick state of Minnesota and into the spotlight where he is now."
Christina could imagine Taylor nodding crisply to that. " Alright then, it's on. I'll air it as soon as possible. Dont breath a word of this to no one, Heyman."
" Of course not, Taylor. I would then be putting my health on the line if I would. "
She raised an eyebrow, going back over what she had heard. They were planning something, something that included Triple H and could possibly be against Brock. Her hands gripped the door knob so tightly, her knuckles turned a remarkable shade of white. Could she and Dwayne be drug into this unwillingly? She hoped not. It would mean total chaos, but then again, this IS World Wrestling Entertainment. And what else could possibly be expected?
" Dont you think it's a little rude to eavesdrop on people's conversation?" A pair of hands clasped down on Christina's shoulders.
Swirling around, Christina came face to face with Dwayne. " Geez, you wanna give me a heart attack, Dwayne? Might wanna crawl up behind me a little more quieter next time!" She ran a hand through her hair, sighing and checking behind her to the door.
He gave another smile." Sorry, couldn't resist."
She faked a grin and led him by the elbow away from the door." Listen, I need to talk to you. I think I might have-"
" Yo, Dwayne!" Austin called from across the lobby, heading towards the conference room."Vince says to get your sum bitch ass over here promptu."
Dwayne laughed loudly and threw up a hand in greeting. " Be right there, Steve. Keep ' em busy til' the Great One gets there."
" Will do." Austin yelled back with a final wave before disappearing behind the door.
She sighed resignedly and shrugged at Dwayne. " Let's go, I'll tell you later."
Surprisingly, the meeting passed pretty quickly.Vince was namely worried with the techincal problems of some wrestler's entrances and how they would proceed without them this time around. Everyone sat around Vince McMahon in a semi-circle like he was some story-teller sharing the latest fable, most sitting in hard as rock steel chairs much like the one's used in the matches and trying not to fall asleep.
Christina sat in between Dwayne and Steve Austin, suddenly feeling like the valley in between two mountains. Steve was cool, he thought it was pretty clever of Vince to replace Dawn-Marie with two Divas instead of one. He was a heck of a lot bigger in real life as well ( and a heck of a lot cuter ) than what she initially thought on television. Christina kept mostly to herself, watching as Matt Hardy and Lita flirted shamelessly across the room from her, Jeff on the other hand, kept looking back and forth between Vince and his sketch pad, trying to pay attention while drawing some mysterious and intricate grafiti . It seemed that the former was slowly losing the war for his attention.
Eddie and Chavo Guerrero was busily trying to empty Kurt Angle's pocket of his wallet and set of car keys, their ring persona rubbing off on them. Finally, Christina noticed, Taylor and Paul Heyman sitting a whole room across from the solitude Brock Lesnar, who was coincidentally sitting next to Triple H, unknowing of anything peculiar going on between him and his tag team partner.
She rested her eyes on Brock's hands, laying intertwined in his lap, his forefinger tapping occasionally to some unknown rhythm. They seemed so huge to her, as if he could have covered her entire face with just a palm. Her eyes traveled up towards his face, eyes turned downward and seemed to be studying the pattern of the carpet of the floor. Brock's lips moved together, like a silent, self-involved conversation had seemed to entertain him.
" Crap," Dwayne whispered under his breath, sighing and stretching." How long does this thing last?"
Vince McMahon chose that moment to end the meeting and left the room. Christina smiled at him, " Until now."
Ten minuets later, after the meeting had ended and everyone had left, Christina pulled Dwayne over to a corner. " Guess what I heard earlier today....."
" I dont know. Enlighten me, oh wise one." He shrugged. "What has thou heard from the grape vine?"
" Taylor forced Heyman to become Triple H's manager."
At that, Dwayne chuckled. " ' Nina, one thing. Heyman cannot be forced. He can however, be persuaded, and I guess making a stupid decision like that is his problem."
She shook her head, he didnt understand. This was Brock Lesnar, for pete's sake. " Dwayne! Think here for a second..... If Taylor joins up with Hunter, wont that mean more trouble for us? I mean, we already have Brock on our back, but now Triple H as well?"
" Relax, ok? We dont have anymore troubles now then we did before you heard what you did. Hunter got it in his thick head to mess with us and Brock Lesnar, well, he was just there from the begining."
Shoving his hands in his black jeans, Dwayne shrugged. " Actually, Im surprised Heyman waited this long to do something like this. He's known to shake things up time to time. It's Paul Heyman we're talking about, 'Nina."
" So, you dont think we should do anything about this? I mean, does Vince know about this? And what about Brock? You dont know how he'll react to this......"
Dwayne shrugged once again, his laid-back personality shining through. " Nah. Brock's a big boy now, he can take care of himself. He'll just have to work around this. Besides, we have enough to worry about with this new deal between Taylor and Hunter."
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( 2 nights later, in Miami )
" Hey." Dwayne knocked on Christina's lockeroom door that night, letting himself in and turning on the small television screen. " I think you should see this."
She looked up from putting on her wrestling boots to the television screen. She wasn't exactly planning on wrestling, but she wanted to be ready anyways. " Whats up?"
" You remember two days ago, what you told me?"
Christina frowned, trying to think. " I think so. About Hunter and Taylor?"
" Yeah..... I think you were right. Take a look at this......."
Dwayne turned the television towards them, turning up the volume. The screen cut from Jeff Hardy's match with Chris Jericho to Hunter. He appeared to be in Vince McMahon's office, looking awfully comfortable in his boss's chair, two feet propped up on Vince's desk.
" I'm truly sorry to be interrupting this nights match, but I have something that I think every one should watch." Hunter smiled, a cocky grin on his face and triumph in his eyes. " I especially dedicate this video to my good ol' friend, Brock Lesnar. Hope your watching!"
" I knew it. I knew she was going to do this. That girl doesnt have a bone of common sense in her. " She muttered. Dwayne stood next to her unmoving, brown eyes riveted to the screen.
Taylor was next to appear on the screen, the audience's mix of boos and cheers audible as Paul Heyman appeared next to her. In his hands, Paul held what seemed to be an inch thick document.
" A few weeks ago, I was assigned to be Brock Lesnar's tag-team parter against The Rock and his prissy little girl, Christina McCullen." Taylor started. " I was sidelined throughout the whole match and was more than pissed. I am a truly talented piece of work Lesnar! Not just something fragile that should be put on a pedestal."
" The day Hunter came out and ruthlessly attacked and disintergrated Rock and Lesnar, I was impressed. So impressed in fact, that I talked to my friend and manager, Paul Heyman and actually had him terminate my partnership with Lesnar and assigned myself with The Game."
At this, Paul Heyman held up the document he had in his hands." This Brock, is my contract as your manager. I refuse to let myself be held back with useless trash such as yourself." Taking the document in both hands, he tore it in two, letting the pieces fall to the ground carelessly. " Hunter is now my client, and as his manager, I am seeing to it that he gets the opportunity to grind you into the ground. With the permission of Vince McMahon, I will see to it that he will get that chance very soon."
Taylor smiled and waved at the camera. " Bye bye, Brocky!"
The screen changed back to the wrestling match at hand. Christina let out a sigh that she didnt realize she'd been holding throughout the video. Turning to a speechless Dwayne, she shrugged. " I told you, didnt I?"
