PART 22
THAT SAME NIGHT
"Needless to say, it turned out to be a perfect night," Britney concluded as Adam fumbled around in his pockets for the key to their room. He finally found it, sliding it into the door and pushing it open.
"Well I'm glad. That means I did something right for once," he told her, holding the door open and allowing her to step in. She shrugged out of her boyfriend's jacket, leaving it on one of the chairs. She turned to Adam, whose arms instantly encircled her waist.
"I'm going to get changed," she said, gazing up at him. When he nodded, she stood up on her toes, placing a kiss on his lips. When she turned to walk away, Adam went to put the bottle of wine away in the refrigerator. He was so happy that the day went as planned. For once, nothing went wrong. That seems to be a pattern for me, but for once, everything went well-
"ADAM! COME IN HERE!"
He knew that the thought was too good to be true. He jumped when he heard Britney shriek, bolting into the bedroom like lightning, flinging the door open.
"Brit, what the hell is… oh my God," he said, eyes widening at the sight.
The room was completely ransacked… drawers ripped out, clothes flung everywhere, two of the three lamps were busted on the floor. Adam took a minute to collect himself, still not believing what he was seeing.
"He took my ring," Britney said softly, staring at the floor. That morning, Adam had given her a beautiful set- diamond earrings, a bracelet, and a matching ring. In all the excitement, Britney had forgotten to wear it to the arena----- and now it was gone. Adam didn't even have to ask Britney who she thought the "he" was. That damn Brock Lesnar. Why can't he just leave us the fuck alone? Sighing, Adam walked over and sat next to Britney on the edge of the bed. Gently placing his hand on her back, the Canadian noticed that his girlfriend's eyes were filled with tears.
"Baby, please don't cry," he said, wrapping his arm around her as she buried her face into his chest.
"I'm so sorry Adam," she sobbed. "This is all my fault. I ruined this perfect day… I'm sorry."
Adam shook his head, "No it isn't, and don't let yourself think that for a second. Besides, we can't even be sure it was Brock. I mean, for all we know it could be…"
"It was him, Adam. I know it was," she said. Just as the blonde man was about to ask her how she was so sure, she handed him a crumpled piece of paper.
"This… it was definitely him. I'm sorry," she told him. Adam was confused by her statement, but went ahead and opened up the paper. Adam couldn't help but gasp at the sight.
"Holy shit," he murmured, eyeing it in horror.
It was a picture of a man, with red slashes marked in his chest and wrists. They were made in red paint, or nail polish… and it was made to look like blood. Across the man's stomach, scrawled in the same red, were the words, "Happy Birthday Britney." It was a horrible picture, but the drawn-on blood and the statement on the man weren't what got to Adam. What DID get him was the face that HE was the man in the picture.
IN THE PARKING LOTPaul Heyman grinned evilly from his rental car. He had strategically parked where he could see right into Britney and Adam's hotel room. He saw the little blonde go into the bedroom to get changed. For a moment, he almost wished the room wasn't destroyed, so he could get a glimpse of the young McMahon changing. But still, it was very amusing to see her eyes widen in horror. After walking around the room in disbelief, he saw her bend down and pick up the picture. That was when she screamed. Within seconds, her big bad boyfriend was in for the rescue, at her side instantly. Paul's smug face grew even more satisfied when Britney showed Adam the picture. The Canadian looked like he saw a ghost. "Wait till Brock hears all of this," he said to himself. He sat and waited about twenty minutes, as the two sat and talked, most likely about what had just transpired. Heyman was about to get out of the car and head into the hotel, when he noticed that the two were kissing. It was very gentle at first, but then the blonde man became more demanding. Paul's eyes widened instantly, and he reclined back in his seat, deciding that the show wasn't over. Paul jumped when he heard a noise. Looking around quickly, the former ECW owner decided that there was no around. He sat back and focused on the couple. In the seconds that he had turned and darted his eyes around, Adam's shirt had come off and he was now laying on top of Britney.
"Oh boy," Heyman murmured, "things are certainly starting to… heat up."
Suddenly there was a loud bang on his window, jerking him to attention. Heyman turned to meet the accusing gaze of Chris Irvine.
"Roll down your fucking window!" he yelled.
Paul slowly complied, noticing that Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus were with him.
"H-hi Chris. Can I help you?" he asked nonchalantly, hoping no one would notice what he was up to.
"What the hell are you doing?" Chris asked, sticking his head in the window.
"Um, nothing. Nothing at all. Um, uh… hey Jeff. Hello Miss Trish. How are we feeling?" he asked trying to change the subject.
Chris answered for the diva, "Don't answer him Trish. Stop being cute Heyman. A slime ball like you doesn't just sit out in a parking lot alone at night for no reason. I suggest you spill it, NOW."
"I really don't know what you're talking about…"
"Oh my God. Chris, look," Trish spoke up, gesturing to one of the windows. Both Chris and Jeff looked up to where the tiny blonde was pointing, and they gasped. From where they were located, you could see directly into the room where Britney and Adam were staying. You could also see that they were in the middle of some pretty heavy action.
"You're WATCHING them! You DISGUSTING little sleaze! What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Chris screamed, sending him an icy glare.
"W-what? Have you been drinking?" Paul asked, becoming afraid as Chris stepped closer and closer.
"Not enough," the Canadian said through gritted teeth. "You little prick. Those are two of my best friends up there, and what you are doing is STALKING… it's against the law you bastard! There's a fucking law AGAINST it!" Jericho glanced up, watching Adam stand and close the drapes. Thank God he had done that.
"U-uh, um, well, I… I think there's been a slight misunderstanding…"
"Oh, fuck off Heyman! I KNOW you were spying on them, and I KNOW that Brock sent you out on this little escapade. If you get off on watching people, buy a fucking porno you loser. And you can bet your fat ass that I'll tell Britney and Adam just what you were up to the next time I see them!" Deciding he would ending up killing Paul if they stuck around any longer, Chris turned to walk away.
"Jeez, I just wanted to see if the little slut looked like Brock said she did in action," Paul mumbled under his breath.
He thought no one heard, but he knew he was wrong when he saw Chris freeze, tightly clenching his fists. Before Heyman could react, Chris turned and nailed him in the jaw, knocking the smug look right off of his ugly face. Reaching into the car, Chris grabbed Heyman's face, forcing him to make eye contact with him.
"Listen to me you fat fuck," he growled in a dangerously low tone. "If I catch you at this again, or even if I so much as HEAR you call Britney a slut again, they will need dental records to identify your body when I'm done with it." With that said, the former Undisputed Champion walked away in a disgusted huff.
Trish followed quickly after, suddenly feeling the need for a hot shower. Paul rubbed his chin painfully. When he turned his head, he met the fierce green eyes of Jeff Hardy. At a loss for words, Heyman simply stared. Shaking his head, the green haired Hardy walked away.
"And people say I'm a freak."
THE NEXT DAY- RAW"He did WHAT?" Adam asked incredulously. He must have heard wrong.
"You heard me," Chris said quietly. "I saw in his car, in the parking lot. He… he was… watching you guys." Adam felt his face growing red------ of embarrassment, of disbelief, but mostly of sheer anger.
"That fucking scumbag! Oh God, he WATCHED us? Like, SPIED on us while we were in our hotel room?! Oh my God, what the hell kind of shit is that?" he thought out loud.
"I'm sorry man, I really am. I just had to tell you," Chris said apologetically. When Adam didn't speak, Chris continued, sighing loudly, "He, um… he said he wanted to see if what Brock said about Britney 'in action' was true. He, he called her a little slut. I, uh… I nailed him for that."
Adam was about two seconds away from bursting when he heard that. Oh, just wait till I get my hands around his fat neck.
"Well, thanks for that. The piece of shit deserved it. Um, thanks, I think… for telling me, I mean. Just… don't mention any of this to Brit. We had a, uh… well, I just don't think she could handle it. She doesn't need to know," Adam said.
He almost told Chris what had happened the night before that, but he just couldn't. He couldn't shake the thought of that little sleaze watching them from his car while they were in their hotel room. What if he hadn't pulled those shades over? The asshole would have seen the whole entire thing! Adam's blood was boiling. Suddenly, he stood, realizing he would not be satisfied until he took out his aggression.
"Woah, where are you going?" Chris asked.
"Going to stomp the shit out of Heyman," Adam scowled, but Chris grabbed his arm.
"No. Adam, that won't do any good. You have every right to be absolutely livid, but if you hunt him down now you'll just cause more problems then there already are," Chris warned.
"FUCK all that Chris! I don't fucking care anymore! I'm sick of looking out for everyone else's best interest! I'm doing this for Britney, and that BASTARD deserves EVERY fucking thing he's going to get! Did you not HEAR what you just said to me? He SPIED on us in our fucking HOTEL ROOM, where we should not have to worry about other people seeing our private business! He SPIED on us Chris, and if you weren't there and had I not pulled the curtains over, he would have got off on the whole thing! I personally don't give a fuck what other problems I'll cause!" he screamed, more loudly than he liked.
"I know, I know," Chris said. "But you know someone else was behind this. Don't waste your energy on Heyman. Maybe we should go to Vince, and…"
"And what? Tell him that Paul Heyman was sitting in his car while I was having sex with his niece? You know Vince, he'd probably BLAME me for leaving the goddamn curtain open! Yeah Chris, lets just go tell him in detail about me fucking his niece! He'll LOVE that! The worst Heyman would get for that is a slap on his fat fucking wrist," Adam interrupted. He was absolutely seething. How the hell did Heyman have the balls to watch him and Britney while they were alone, and about to----- ugh, it was utterly disgusting!
"Okay, well than at least let ME handle Heyman," Chris insisted, to which Adam firmly shook his head.
"Which makes me the pussy. If I don't personally do anything to him, Paul Heyman will be getting away with what he did. I know Brock put him up to this, but that only pisses me off even more. I won't let them fuck with us anymore, especially not with Britney. Last night will be the closest he EVER gets to her, EVER. I need to start defending her better, Chris. It seems like everyone else is defending my girlfriend except me. First Jay got in a fight with Brock for her, then Shane threatened his job, and now you nail his lackey. Sure Brock and I had a fight, but it didn't even last a minute. It's time for me to start defending the honor of my girlfriend, cause that's obviously what this is all about. No more letting people fight my battles. There's no way I'll let Heyman get away with what he did to me and Britney. I'll handle this one myself."
TBC
Adam's such a determined soul. LOL, by the way, I thought Jeff's comment, ("And people say I'm a freak.") was very clever and definitely something he would say. LOL, just thought I'd share that. LOL, please let me know what you think!
