PART 20

THE NEXT MONDAY- JULY 8, 2002

    Mark pounded on the door of Room 1507, waiting for the door to open.  He had some things to discuss.  While he was waiting, he turned his head and glanced down the hallway.  Way down the other end of the hall, he noticed two very big men talking to each other.  The Dead Man squinted, and he realized that the two figures belonged to Brock Lesnar and Paul Levesque.  The two men talked briefly, before Brock noticed Mark standing down the hall watching them.  Patting Levesque on the shoulder, he pointed in Mark's direction.  The two men then shook hands and departed in separate directions.  Mark shook his head.  He really didn't like either one of them.  He wondered why they were meeting so early, as it was only 7 o'clock.  Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a very tired looking Dwayne Johnson appeared.  Dwayne was finally finished filming the Scorpion King, and was scheduled to return tomorrow at the Smackdown tapings in Atlantic City.  However, he was making a special appearance that night before Raw in Philadelphia.

"Hey Mark.  Uh, I know this isn't a great greeting from someone you haven't seen in awhile, but what in the blue hell are you doing here so early?" he asked, sending Mark a tired smile. 

"What can I say, I'm an early bird.  Besides, I need to talk to you," the taller man replied, stepping into the hotel room.  After grabbing an arm chair and plopping into it, Mark continued, "Listen, you know that I love working with you, and that I have absolutely no problem jobbing to you at Vengeance.  I DO, however, have a huge problem wit the piece of shit you have to give the title to at Summerslam." 

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, "You mean Brock?  Why?  He introduced himself last night when I got here… he seemed nice enough." 

Mark snorted, "Well than you either smoked something on the way here or he was lying through his goddamn teeth.  He's a punk."  The People's Champ frowned.  He knew Mark pretty well, and he knew that the American Bad Ass wouldn't lie about such a thing. 

"What do you mean?  What did he do?" he asked curiously. 

"Well, for starters, he's a cocky little egomaniacal brat.  Then there's that little story of how he broke Britney's ribs, gave her a black eye, and most likely raped her… and I'm sure I could think of more reasons if necessary," Mark snapped.  Dwayne couldn't believe his ears. 

"What?  You mean that Brock kid did all that to Britney?  Little Britney McMahon?" he asked incredulously. 

Mark nodded, "Yeah.  From what I know, which I can almost guarantee isn't the whole story, Britney and Lesnar dated a long time ago and he was like, really horrible.  Shane tried to tell his father that, but Vince wouldn't have it.  Since Britney wouldn't admit to it, he'd never believe it.  When he got here, he scared her into going back out with him."  Dwayne sighed, this was really a shame.  Britney was such a sweetheart.  She didn't deserve any of that… no one did. 

"Oh my God… she isn't still with him is she?" he asked fearfully.  He hoped, for her sake, that she wasn't. 

"Hell no," Mark said thankfully.  "But she would be if it wasn't for Adam.  He totally saved her from all that.  This past week, Chris was telling me he even fist fought Brock because of something he said about Britney.  He really takes good care of her.  I'm so glad they're together… he's a good kid." 

A soft smile began to play on Rocky's lips.  "Yeah he is.  And that's really great."  Mark eyed the former Miami Hurricane briefly. 

"Yeah… look, I gotta run man.  I won't take up any more time.  Just remember what I said Dwayne."  

"Alright, see you man.  And I will.  I just might pay Vince McMahon a visit today."

TWO AND ½ HOURS LATER

"Hey," Brock said as he watched Paul enter his hotel room. 

"I don't see why we couldn't have done this earlier," Paul grunted, sitting down at the table. 

"Come on man, you saw Callaway watching us.  I don't trust that bastard.  He's onto us, and he's just aching to get us in trouble," Brock said. 

Paul sighed, "If you say so.  Anyway… so… did you talk to him?" 

Brock grinned widely, "I had Heyman call him.  He's totally up for it," he said laughing. 

"Really?" the Game asked, a little surprised. 

"Well, this sure is a fucked up world, isn't it?  You'd think a guy wouldn't do that to his own family." 

Brock shrugged, "Yeah, well it's not like he played a prominent role in his life or anything, and quite frankly I don't care.  Heyman said that he just got out of prison about a year or two ago after an attempted murder.  He's already fucked up… and all we have to do is give him the time and place to show up.  It's perfect.  Adam and Britney REALLY won't be expecting THIS."  The two men sat in silence for a moment.  "Hey, didn't you say you wanted to tell me something?" Brock asked, suddenly remembering the phone call he had with Levesque on his way over.  Paul sighed… he knew Brock wasn't going to like this one bit. 

"Um… you know what… it was nothing.  Don't worry about it," he said uneasily. 

"Bullshit," Lesnar retorted.

 "Oh alright," Levesque said.  "I, um… I overheard Adam talking to Jay this morning."  "And?" Brock demanded.  "And um, they… Brit and Adam… they had… I think they finally… they finally did it last night," Paul said, waiting for Brock to hit the roof.  He knew that Brock would know exactly what he meant. 

"WHAT?" he screamed, jumping out of his seat.  "HOW?  I thought she'd never… she just couldn't.  Ooh, what a fucking slut!  That's it… where is he now?  I'll kill him!"

"Brock, she IS his girlfriend," Levesque reminded him.  Brock stomped his foot loudly. 

"NO!  She's mine, damn it!  That blonde fucking pretty boy will ROT for ever touching her!" he yelled immaturely. 

"Alright, alright.  Calm down.  We'll get him, you know that," Paul reassured him. 

"Yeah, we will," Brock said furiously.  "I'll show Adam Copeland that he's gone too far this time.  When we get this guy on board, it's done.  He's done.  And we're taking Stephanie, Jay, Britney, and ESPECIALLY Shane down with him.  Hell, we'll take Mark, Chris, and that redheaded bitch out too, and anyone else who decides that they want to get in our way.  I'm sick of fucking waiting around.  We need to come up with a plan to get rid of him… for good." 

Paul smirked, "I thought you'd never say that." 

"Mark my words Paul, Adam Copeland is going to 'feel the pain'.  Better yet, Adam Copeland is going to die."

LATER THAT AFTERNOON

"Hey Vince," Dwayne said as he walked into Vince's makeshift office at the First Union Center. 

"Hello Dwayne," Vince said, looking up from the papers he was working on. 

"What can I do for you?"  "I'm here to talk about Brock Lesnar," Dwayne told him. 

"Yes, Brock's a talented kid.  I know he's a little young and it's a little early in his career, but I see his potential.  He reminds me a little of you.  That's why I want you to drop the title to him," Mr. McMahon said. 

Dwayne nodded, "I'm not arguing the fact that he's talented Vince.  But I'm not here to talk about Brock Lesnar from a business standpoint.  I'm more interested in learning about him on a… personal level." 

Vince sighed, "You wouldn't have happened to hear some stories about Brock and my niece already, have you?"  Dwayne eyed his boss skeptically.  He didn't seem too thrilled when he mentioned Britney. 

"Actually, I talked to Mark Callaway this morning.  He kinda told me about Brock and Britney.  I know Mark wouldn't make stuff up about Britney… she's like a daughter to him.  Vince, how could you push a guy who hurt your niece so badly?" he asked, confused.  If Vince knew of all this abuse, you'd think he'd throw the bastard in jail, not hire him and give him the WWE Title.  But then again, this was Vincent Kennedy McMahon, and he wasn't exactly a sane man. 

"Look… my niece, and my two kids for that matter, tend to tell stories.  I love them all to death, but they have creative minds.  Brock's a good kid… and besides, Britney wasn't perfect either.  My girls are… high maintenance.  I guess Britney felt Brock wasn't good enough for her… much like Stephanie and Paul.  Paul was a good guy too.  Women are like that sometimes," the WWE Chairman said.  Dwayne shook his head. 

"Are you serious?  How could you not believe everyone telling you this?  I know it's got to be hard to admit that it happened.  If I were her uncle, I'd feel somewhat guilty, as I'm sure you do.  And you're entitled to, but that still doesn't mean you can't help her!  If she was my niece…" 

"But she ISN'T your niece.  She's MINE!  I'VE had to live with her shit and protect her from herself since she was thirteen, not YOU.  And you know NOTHING about her and Brock.  He SAVED her from turning into her mother!  And you know what happened to my sister," he interrupted in a tone that was a cross between pained and pissed off.  The Great One didn't know what to make of this.  He didn't know whether to be mad at Vince for not doing anything about his of to feel sorry for him for having to go through all this and not know what to do. 

"I-I… I'm sorry, but…" 

"I think you've said all you needed to," Vince noted.  "Please excuse yourself from my office." 

Dwayne nodded, standing from his seat and exiting the room.  Vince sighed loudly, placing his head in his hands.  As much as he hated to admit it, all the signs were pointing at Brock.  Mr. McMahon couldn't bear to believe that the man who he thought would save Britney from becoming her mother was the one who was turning her INTO it.  Maybe Shane hadn't been lying to him.  Maybe it was Lesnar this whole time.  He spent years trying to figure out where he was going wrong with his niece, only to find out that the problem was lying right under his nose.  The broken ribs, all the bruises she had as a kid, Shane's broken arm years ago, that black eye Britney had a few months ago… it all made sense.  Brock hit his daughter.  Brock broke his son's arm, when all his son was doing was protecting his baby cousin.  Brock beat his niece, and God knows what else.  And Vince was willing to bet that Brock was the one who instigated the fights with Jay and Adam.  He couldn't get any of those thoughts out of his head.  It was Brock Lesnar all along.  And he just yesterday promised this monster the WWE Title.  Oh my God… what have I done?