PART 30
WRESTLEMANIA
Paul Levesque was in the locker room he was sharing with Paul Levesque. It was odd to have only two men in one locker room, but there weren't many people who wanted to be around them. Without Vince McMahon in their back pockets, no one pretended to like them anymore, either. Paul didn't care though, they were the champions and they didn't need friends anyway.
"Yo, I'm gonna go grab some food, you want anything?" Brock said, pulling on a t-shirt.
"Nah, I'm good. I'll see you in a little bit," Levesque replied.
After Brock exited the room, Paul went back to plastering baby oil on his muscular body. He heard the door open behind him and he snickered.
"Damn Brock, you sure as hell are a fast eater… you're not Brock."
"You're right, I'm definitely not Brock. Nice to see you too, Paul," Shawn Michaels said, stepping into the room.
"What is it?" Paul asked, closing the lid on the oil and placing it on a nearby bench.
"I wanted to say good luck tonight… on your match with Booker," Shawn said, coming to a stop and sitting down in a chair. Crossing his arms over his bare, slicked up chest, Paul grunted.
"Sure, thanks. And good luck against… uh…"
"Jericho."
"Yeah, that's is… oh, cut the shit Shawn. What are you really here for?" Levesque asked. The Heavyweight Champion was certainly not in the mood to play games.
Leaning against the back of his chair, Shawn replied, "Oh, fine. I came here because I wanted to talk. I want to know what happened to us… it used to be me, you, and Kev… like the Three Musketeers. What the hell happened?" Paul glanced down at his former best friend, seeing the emotion in his eyes.
"Well, you know how it goes. Time's change, people change. We just… drifted," he said, unable to keep the amused tone from leaking into his voice.
"Bullshit," Michaels retorted, causing Levesque to raise his eyebrows. "You've changed. Kev and I haven't drifted… YOU turned into an asshole. I want the old Paul back… the Paul who used to go out and get drinks with us and get so smashed that we'd have to carry to your room. The Paul I used to tell everything to, before he turned totally untrustworthy… I want the REAL Paul back."
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe the 'old' Paul ISN'T the real Paul? Maybe I'm BEING real right now. You know what? Maybe it's YOU that's changed. In fact, I think you're just downright jealous of me!" Paul snapped cockily.
"Of what? The fact that you had to fuck the boss's daughter to get recognized as a champion? I mean, sure you're talented and all, but do you really think that you would have been so successful so fast without doing Stephanie?" Shawn shot back, hurt and angry at the same time. Paul was *supposed* to be his best friend… and he was calling him jealous? Paul narrowed his eyes angrily at Michaels.
"No, that's not quite it. And you know damn well I'd of become champion with or without dating Stephanie. MAYBE you're jealous of me because Kev's old, you're washed up, and *I* am still going strong," he said, grabbing his title belt and hoisting it over his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Shawn stood, coming face to face with the Game. "Washed up, huh? Well, just remember that I'm not too washed up to kick your ass, Hunter."
"Bring it, HBK."
Rolling his eyes again, Shawn shook his head. "Not on your life, buddy. I'm not stupid enough to jeopardize my career to fight you. And trust me, I will no longer waste my time on scum like you… we're through." With that said, he walked out of the room.
LATER THAT NIGHTAdam knocked on the door he was standing in front of, trying to shake the nervousness that was suddenly overcoming him. Shaking his head, he firmly planted his feet on the ground, willing himself to remain where he was… he had to. He held his breath as the door opened, and the man answering it gave him a confused look.
"Can I help you?"
Cursing himself for his slight shaking, he looked the man directly in the eye. "Yes, you can help me, Brock."
Brock Lesnar stepped back in awe as the blonde man made his way into the room.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked, a mix of angry and confused. What the hell could Copeland want with him?
"I want answers," Adam said plainly.
"And if I don't give them to you? Will you beat me up?" Brock asked, smirking. They'd been down this road before.
If the situation calls for it… "No Brock, I won't. Just answer my questions, okay? I'm sick of all the fighting and all the bullshit," Adam said tiredly. It was true… he wasn't really sure how much more he and Britney could take before they completely lost their sanity.
Sitting down, Brock gazed up at Adam, an amused look plastered on his
face. "Alright, humor me. Ask away," he said. Adam sat down on the bench across from him.
"Okay, I understand why you've been doing all this shit to us," he started. Bullshit. What I understand is that he's a crazy, possessive psychopath who would do anything to tear me apart from the woman I love, no matter how sadistic or rotten the task. "What I really want to know is how much… how far and how long do plan on taking this? Haven't you done enough, scarred Britney enough to last a lifetime?" Adam asked. His expression, his eyes, his voice… everything he was doing clearly showed the anguish and heartache he had gone through with her… and Brock was eating it up.
"If she's not with me, apparently I *haven't* done enough," Brock finally answered, loving the way Adam's eyes narrowed at him. Adam wasn't enjoying the conversation as much. Bastard.
"Come on Brock, we've been together for nine months… you aren't going to break us up. Face facts, you two are done," he spoke firmly, forcing himself to steady his voice.
The Canadian was surprised he even got as far as to knock… now he was having a conversation with him! Even though he had to play strong for Britney's sake, the thought of being around Brock alone scared Adam. Hell, Brock himself scared Adam. Brock noticed this… he could smell fear like a shark could smell fresh blood. A sly grin formed on his face.
"Now that you mention it, you're right. I knew that Britney would never come back to me, especially when the two of you got together. I've realized that no matter how much I pry and torture, I cannot tear you apart. Still, that does not, by any means, make me feel like this is a lost cause. I'm too smart for that… I've come up with other methods to get the job done," he said, watching a puzzled look cross Adam's face.
"What the hell does that mean?" the Canadian asked, though he wasn't sure he really wanted to hear the answer.
"You see, I realized that, after the months of shit Paul, Heyman, and I have put you through, it wasn't working. You and her formed a sort of pattern. Breakdown, rebuild, breakdown, rebuild… you get the picture. So, I came to the conclusion that I could not tear you guys apart mentally and emotionally… which kind of upset me, because that is my specialty. The only other way I can do it is physically," Brock explained.
Adam was still confused. He swallowed, trying his best to prevent it from being a visible gulp. "I repeat, what the hell does that mean?"
Brock smirked, "Adam, Adam, Adam… don't you get it? I told you… I'm going to tear you apart physically. Here… since you don't seem to understand, I'll put it in basic terms. You two can't be together if there's only one of you left alive, right?"
His last statement chilled Adam to the bone. He jumped up off the bench, mouth dropping open and going dry as ashes. Oh my God… he's going to kill me. He could feel himself beginning to shake, and he desperately tried to hide it. Damn it, he hated being afraid like this… but in all honestly, how could he not be? He was just told he was going to be killed by a crazed madman.
"Y-you're going to… you're going to kill me?" Adam asked, finally giving up the fight and allowing the fear to shine through his voice. He very cautiously made his way to the door, wanting nothing more than to bolt the hell out of there. Calm down, he won't do anything to you now, not here… will he?
"Once again, you're not understanding me, Adam. I am going to kill someone, but it's not going to be you… you do the math," Brock told him. Adam's eyes widened.
"No. No, you can't kill Britney. Brock, you're crazy. Please, don't do this to her, not her," he said, color draining from his face.
Brock wouldn't do that… he couldn't do that. He couldn't believe he would try and take Britney, his Britney, away from him. Adam's heart dropped out of his body at the thought. What if she was taken from him? How could he go on without her? He couldn't… he'd die, too. Maybe not literally, but in an emotional sense, he'd be dead nonetheless. He knew he'd never ever be able to love someone like he loved her. She was his life, the reason he got out of bed in the morning.
"I'm sorry Adam, I'm afraid that's the way it has to be," Brock said calmly.
Adam glared at the man in complete disbelief. He was just going to casually throw away someone's life… and he was completely unsympathetic to those that would greatly effect. Brock Lesnar was a sick, twisted individual. Calling his thoughts and actions disgusting was going easy on him. Adam almost wanted to throw up.
"That's the way it has to be? Are you fucking kidding me?! These are people's LIVES you are screwing with Brock! This is all a big game to you, but to the rest of us it isn't! This is NOT a game, Brock. If you… if you kill her, she won't come back!" he cried, his voice a little louder than he intended. However, in the dire circumstances, he didn't really care. Brock laughed, simply shaking his head.
"But this is a game, Adam… one that I take very seriously. And YES, that's the way it has to be… I won't have it any other way. I will allow NO ONE to be with Britney, especially not you. You've been nothing but a pain in my ass since the day I got here. At first, I was thinking about killing you… but I decided against it. The only reason I hate you is because you took Britney from me… then I realized two things. One, Britney would absolute loathe me if I ever did anything to you… and that would defeat the whole purpose of me getting rid of you in the first place. Two, even if I did kill you, the man she's so in love with, who's to say she won't eventually move on and find someone else? I mean, no one thought she'd ever move on after me, right? We certainly don't want THAT to happen… it would be another failure on my part… and you know how I hate to fail. The only way I can assure no one is with my woman is to, well… make sure she's not around to BE with," Brock said, smiling with satisfaction.
Adam looked at him in absolute disgust. "You bastard. Just leave her alone! You want me, fine, you can have me… stay away from her! Stay the fuck…"
"You don't fucking get it, do you?" Brock screamed, causing Adam to shut up immediately. "I've made my decision… there's nothing you can do about it! I'm going to kill her, and you WON'T stop me. I'll take you, anyone you tell, or anyone who gets in my way, and Paul and I will send you all six feet under. Call me sick, demented, crazy, whatever… I don't care. I AM all of those things. Just remember, it was YOU who made me this way! You STOLE my fucking life from me Adam… and now you, and everyone else who has wronged either me or Paul is going to pay. The guilt's on your shoulders, not mine. Just remember, all this was caused by you."
"So then kill me! I'm begging you Brock, PLEASE! You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, just please leave her alone," Adam begged desperately. Brock laughed again, passing him as he headed toward the door.
Sorry Adam, I've gotta go. I have to go meet up with Kurt Angle… our match is soon. I'm so glad I got the opportunity to speak with you," he said. Stopping at the door, he turned back to Adam and spoke again, "I'll tell ya what. There's no doubt in my mind that I'll eventually have to kill Britney… but there is one thing you could do that could extend and preserve her life for a period of time… and who knows how much could happen over that time."
"Name it," Adam said. He would do pretty much anything to save her time… maybe then they could figure something out.
"Break up with her."
Adam's mouth dropped open. Break up with her? In Adam's mind, breaking up with Britney did not fall into the "pretty much anything" category. "What? No way."
"You don't make the rules, Adam… I do. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you… leave her. If you want to see your precious Princess's face come, oh say around the next pay-per-view, you'll do it. You should be thankful… I'm giving you a choice. There's your ultimatum, Adam. Axe the relationship… or I'll axe Britney."
Hey guys! I was gonna wait a little while before I put this part up, but *someone* insisted that I do it TODAY. (LOL, and that someone knows who they are!) So anyway, there's the next chapter. Hope you guys like it… let me know what yah think!!! I'll update when I get a couple reviews… till then, hope you're enjoying this!! 33
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