PART 31

SMACKDOWN

    Britney groaned as she was shoved into the corner of the ring post.  She was in the middle of a one-on-one match with Lisa Marie Varon, known in the ring as Victoria.  She was fairly new, but the girl sure as hell could wrestle.  She had just whipped her into the corner and was now kicking her in the stomach.  One or two of the kicks were a little stiff, and she leaned over, clutching her ribs.  Lisa noticed this, and leaned down as well.  Yanking Britney by the hair, so as to stay in her sometimes-crazy character, she pulled her close.

"You okay hun?" she asked, concerned for her opponent's safety.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Britney replied, sneaking in a small smile for reassurance.

As much as she tried to hide it, her ribs never fully healed from way back when Brock injured them.  The pain subsided shortly after, and the women wrapped up the match nicely.  Britney picked up the pinfall, successfully defending her Women's Title.  She posed for the fans for a little while, and after Lisa Marie disappeared up the ramp, she slid out of the ring.  Making her way up the ramp, she thought of her upcoming angle.  She was so happy… Amy had been cleared to wrestle again.  She had made an appearance earlier that night regarding her return, and Britney and Lita were going to form some kind of tag angle with Jazz and Victoria.  Hopefully then, she and the redhead could figure out why their friendship had somewhat disintegrated.  Either way, they'd be spending more time together, and Britney was thankful for that.  She smiled, turning around and waving again.  The seven or eight minutes she had in the ring each night were Britney's favorite time of day.  Who wouldn't love hearing a bunch of strangers cheering out of respect and admiration for you?  Suddenly, she heard the fans starting to give a mix of boos.  She went to turn around to look at the Titantron to see what was going on.  Maybe they had cut to a promo… but she was supposed to be on till commercial.  She thought maybe it was Lisa Marie coming out to attack her again to waste time.  Confused, she turned around, smacking into a massive form.  Looking up, her eyes widened and she gasped as she saw who was there… Brock Lesnar.

The fans were confused, and as Brock began to back Britney down the ramp and towards the ring, they booed louder.  The fans were already beginning to boo because they knew Brock Lesnar was responsible for breaking Kurt's neck, sidelining him for 4-6 weeks.  That, on top of the way he was stalking down one of their favorite divas did not go over well with the people.  When she was backed right up against the ring, Brock placed his hands on her waist, lifting her up and sitting her down on the ring apron.  Eyes still wide, she slid into the ring, scrambling to the opposite corner of the ring in an attempt to get as far away from the man as she could.  He followed her, pressing her into the ring post with his body.  Running his index finger down her arm, Brock leaned towards her ear, speaking into it.

"Hey baby, I got you now.  None of these people can help you… your boyfriend can't help you… it's just you and me… you're all mine," he whispered to her.

Britney shuddered as the tears filled her eyes.  Brock was right, Adam couldn't help her.  When she was heading to the ramp for her match, he was just heading to the showers… and if there was one thing she learned about her boyfriend, it was that he took long ass showers.  There was no way he was done yet.  Britney squeezed her eyes shut, hoping someone backstage was watching and would go get him… or better yet, she prayed that she would just disappear, melt into the ring.  The fans could see the tears running down her cheeks on the Titantron, and mostly all of them knew something was up.  Wrestling fans weren't stupid and the diehard ones could easily tell when something wasn't right… and something sure as hell wasn't right.  Brock looked up, flipping the crowd off, causing them to erupt in boos. 

"Britney, don't close your eyes… I want you to see me," he coerced ineffectively.  Frowning, he decided to take a more harsh approach.  "Britney, open your goddamn eyes NOW!"

Lesnar laughed as her eyes shot open immediately.  All of a sudden, he leaned down and did something she was not expecting… he kissed her.  He roughly shoved his lips on hers, trying to force his tongue into her mouth.  She pressed her lips shut tightly for a moment, then came up with an idea.  She opened her mouth, to which Lesnar gave a contented sigh.  Instead of allowing him to continue kissing her, she bit down hard.  He backed off immediately, groaning in pain as he brought his fingers to his lips… the little skank had drawn blood!

"You little bitch!"

Britney winced as Brock sent her an animalistic look.  As he lunged at her, she cried out, but it was no use.  In a split second he had her on the ground, nailing her with a combination of punches and slaps.

"You stupid slut… you actually thought you could get away with leaving me," he said, adrenaline pumping at the deafening chorus of boos.  If only these people knew that their booing me is only making me more aggressive.

He grinned as she scrambled to the corner, trying to prop herself up on the bottom rope.  He stepped back, allowing her to try and stand, only to knock her down again.  He continued to do so for a while, stand up, knock down, stand up, knock down… he was really getting a kick out of it.  As if that wasn't enough, he sat down in front of her and wrapped his fingers around her neck.  Oh God, oh God, oh God… the thoughts flooded her mind as she realized that he was cutting off her air to the point where she couldn't breathe.  She desperately pried at his fingers but he wouldn't let up.  She felt herself getting faint, and as things began to go black, she swore it was all over.  Suddenly, two feet planted into Brock's back, propelling him forward and causing him to release the grip on her throat.  He was at his feet instantly, turning to see who had interrupted his attack.  Seeing who had dropkicked him in the back, he smirked.  You little bitch.  He gave them a swift kick in the stomach and powerbombed them with little effort.  Brock groaned and rolled out of the ring.  He opted on going through the crowd, as they would be a hell of a lot easier to deal with than the guys in the back.  He hopped over the barricade, walking through the mass of people, up the steps and right out of the arena.  He had been planning this since that morning, so he had already put all of his stuff in his car.

Back in the ring, Britney gasped for air, sucking in all the oxygen she could get.  She held her head for a minute… it was starting to hurt like a bitch.  After she caught her breath, she looked to the middle of the ring, trying to see which one of the guys it was.  Though she was kind of dizzy, she could still plainly tell that it wasn't a man in the ring with her… it was a diva.  She tried to get up, but she was felt way too dizzy, so she rested back against the rope again.  As she saw some of the guys make their way to the ring, she tried to make out who the woman was… all she could see at the moment were her feet.  Glancing to her right, she saw Adam approaching her.  He was wearing only a pair of jeans, and his hair was dripping wet… somebody must have gotten him out of the shower.

"Baby?  Are you alright?" he asked frantically as she looked over to see Chris and Mark on the other side of her.

"Yeah… I'll be fine," she said, trying to sit up in an attempt to see who was in the ring with her.  Finally, she saw Matt and Jeff go over to lift the woman up, and she saw her hair… red hair.

"Amy."

THREE DAYS LATER- SUNDAY

    Brock sat in Vince's makeshift office, waiting for him to return.  He knew he was in major ass trouble when a producer told him Vince wanted to see him as soon as he got in the arena.  He heard the door open, and he turned to greet his boss.

"Hi Mr. McMahon!" he said cheerily.  Vince, however, did not seem to be in the least bit pleased.  In fact, Brock wasn't so sure he'd ever seen him look so angry, at least not at him.

"Shut up," Vince growled.  "What the HELL do you think you were pulling Thursday night?!"  He slammed his briefcase down on the desk.  Brock smirked… he'd been preparing for this conversation all weekend.  Paul Levesque had told him the best thing to do was to stay calm, that doing so would frustrate and annoy the hell out of Vince. 

"I just thought I'd add a little flare to the show.  Besides, the fans were already booing me for breaking Kurt's neck at Wrestlemania… I just solidified my heel turn by attacking someone dear to all the fans' hearts… Britney," he said calmly.  He smiled innocently, as though he'd made a great creative move. 

"Did it ever occur to you that we have a creative team?  It's THEIR job to write the show, not YOURS.  Your only job is to FOLLOW what they write, not improvise and act like a madman in the ring like you own the company," Vince said.

"Um, no offense Vince, but creative sucks.  They haven't written a decent storyline since like two years ago.  Need I remind you that our segment was the highest rated on the show… somebody must have been watching," Brock said.

"Just because ratings went up does not mean it was good television.  I've gotten a shit load of e-mails and threats from the PTC and from UPN saying that if I pull a stunt like that again we'd be off TV for good.  This is not the kind of publicity I need!" the Chairman said angrily.

"But I thought any publicity was good publicity… and really Vince, isn't it all about ratings to you?  Isn't what happens to your company more important than what happens to your family?"

Vince groaned, "No amount of ratings makes up for what you did.  The fans, not to mention everyone in the back, were appalled by what you did.  Nothing about creative, in any way, justifies you putting your hands on another employee with an intention of hurting them… especially a diva, and ESPECIALLY my niece!  I've given you plenty of warnings… I'm through with them.  You're lucky that I can't suspend you because you're the champion and we need the champion for TV.  But I AM fining you… fifty thousand dollars."  He didn't feel that the amount was large enough, but it was the board's decision, not his, and the board didn't know about any of Brock's previous scuffles.  Had it been Vince's choice, he would have charged a hell of a lot more.

Brock raised an eyebrow at that.  "Fifty grand, huh?  So, that's the going rate for hitting your precious little niece.  I'll tell ya what… how bout I give you a hundred grand instead, you GIVE me Britney, and we'll call it a day," he suggested.  Vince gave Lesnar a cold stare.  He could feel his blood beginning to boil, the anger rising from the pit of his stomach.  Standing up, he slammed his hands down on the desk. 

"That's it!  I've had it up to here with your bullshit!  Over the last few months, I have really seen your true colors, Brock.  Trust me, I will NEVER make the mistake of listening or trusting any word that comes out of your goddamn mouth ever again!  Your fine slips will be mailed home… now, get the fuck out of my office!" Vince screamed, his face turning shades of purple and red.  Brock simply smiled and nodded.  He stood and left the room, not saying another word.  Vince was almost surprised that he didn't have a catty one-liner to throw at him as he walked out the door.  A few moments after Lesnar exited the room, Shane McMahon entered.

"Dad, you'll never believe what Steph and I did!" he said excitedly.  Willing to try anything to get him out of the foul mood he was just put in, he obliged.

"Okay, shoot.  What do you want to show me?" the Chairman asked eagerly.

Shane's grin widened as he handed his dad a piece of paper.

"This a script for Raw tomorrow, specifically Brock Lesnar's segment.  Stephanie and I came up with it this morning and she presented it to the writing team and they agreed to it.  I say we don't show him what happens after his promo… let him be surprised, just like Britney was when he came down Thursday on Smackdown.  We really should do this, Dad… it'll give him a taste of his own medicine."

Vince read over the script.  The first part showed Brock Lesnar's promo, in which he went out to the ring to explain his actions from the previous week.  He scanned that over quickly, going to the part after the promo with great interest.  As he read what was going to happen, and who was going to be involved, he smiled.  He sent Shane an evil grin and laugh that only Vincent Kennedy McMahon was capable of.

"I love it," he said.  Oh yeah… Brock has a thing or two coming to him… and he won't know what hit him.

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