PART 36

RAW

Amy, Britney, Lisa Marie, and Charlene walked backstage through the curtain.  Lita and Victoria had just had a match, while Britney and Jazz were in their respective corners.  The match was good, but last minute it had to made a little longer than it was originally expected to be.  Vince was very upset at the way Raw was going that night.  First, Brock's doctor called at 7:30 to tell him that Brock was not cleared to wrestle, and now Adam still wasn't back from taking Stephanie back to the hotel.  While Vince knew he was taker her to the hotel, he didn't know what happened over the weekend, and he certainly didn't know why Adam wasn't back yet.  Though his appearance was small, it was still about 4 minutes long, and Brock was going to wrestle a match… they had to rewrite nearly fifteen minutes of TV.  While that may not seem to be a long time to viewers, it was a lot of time they needed to fill.  Knowing that Adam had returned yet was causing Britney to worry.

"What's the matter?" Charlene asked her obviously troubled friend.  Britney smiled softly at the woman's concern.  As their feud progressed, the two women had grown closer and closer, and Charlene saw her as many of the guys did… a little sister.

"Nothing Carly, I just… Adam's still not back yet," she replied.  The woman nodded, understanding her concern.  Adam had left for the hotel around quarter to eight, according to Britney.  He should have been back by now… she just hoped everything was okay.  The four women headed towards the women's locker room.  When they reached the room, Amy reached out to grab the door handle, jumping as it turned and opened.  The divas looked up to see Stacy Keibler.

"Oh, Britney… I was just about to go and look for you," she said.  Waving to the other three women, Charlene and Lisa Marie walked past them, heading in for the showers. 

"What's up Stace?" Britney asked curiously, leaning up against the wall.

"Adam called me.  He said he lost his cell phone and Stephanie left hers at Jay's mom's house.  I got my new cell yesterday so he still had the number in his pocket and he called from Stephanie's hotel room.  He says he's not going to be able to make it back to the arena," she said.  Britney suddenly got scared… what if something was wrong with Stephanie?

"Um, Stace?  Did he say why?  Or… did he say anything about Stephanie?" she asked curiously.  Amy raised an eyebrow.  Stephanie? 

Stacy hesitated, then answered, "Uh, actually, he said he…"

"Britney!  Mr. Bischoff wants you!" 

The girls looked up to see Stevie Richards calling from down the hall.  Britney groaned loudly… Bischoff always managed to interrupt at important times.  She debated ignoring Steven and continuing her conversation with Stacy, but she checked just in case.

"Well, did he say what for?" she called back as Richards walked towards them.  As he walked by the women, he shook his head.

"Nope… just that he wanted you in his office now."

Heaving an annoyed sigh, Britney gave in, "Fine… I'll be back in a couple minutes guys."  As the blonde woman walked away, Amy couldn't help but be suspicious… especially after the funny look Steven Richards had given them.

"I thought Bischoff was headed out to the ring, that he was up after our spot," she said to Stacy.

The leggy blonde shrugged, "I thought so too.  Maybe they changed the script again… with the way tonight's show has been going, it wouldn't surprise me at all.  It's been scrapped and re-written almost three times already." 

Suddenly, Stacy got a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, recalling the conversation she'd had with Adam on her phone.  He had seemed so jumpy, so anxious… something was up.  She recalled what he'd said to her.  "This is really important, Stacy.  Get her to Chris and tell him to get her the hell out of there.  Just tell him to bring her to me at the hotel, and that I said it was really important.  And Stace… don't let her out of your site until she's with Chris."

"Amy?  I don't think Britney should be going in there," she said shakily, eyeing the redhead.

"Why not?" Amy asked, getting that same funny feeling in her stomach.  "Stacy… what did Adam say to you when you talked to him?"

"He said to get her to Chris and tell him to get her the hell out of the arena.  He said something about not letting her out of my sight until she was with Chris and they were on their way to the hotel," she replied.

Amy nodded, "Did he say anything else?  Like, did he mention any names besides Britney, Chris, and Stephanie?"  Stacy squinted for a minute, thinking back to her conversation.  She thought for a moment, and then suddenly… the light bulb clicked on.

"Now that you mention it, yeah… he told me to make sure she was nowhere near Paul Levesque.  I remember now cause I thought that was weird, since I knew her and Paul aren't friends at all.  I mean, especially after… Amy, what… what's going on?" she asked, watching with concern as a mask of worry transformed the redhead's face. 

Grabbing the woman's tiny arm, Amy pulled her down the hall and replied, "Come on… we have to go find Chris."

ERIC BISCHOFF'S OFFICE

Britney pushed the door open, straightening out her skirt as she did so.  Walking into the room, she spoke.

"Hey Eric, can we make this quick?  I want to… you're not Eric."

The young McMahon froze in her tracks, eyes widening in horror.  Sitting in Bischoff's desk with his feet resting on top was Paul Levesque.  "How did you that?  I mean, Steven Richards… he… he told me…"

"Richards is an idiot.  All I had to do was say I needed to talk to you but you wouldn't listen… that, and a fifty dollar bill was all it took for him to lie to you about Eric needing to see you," Paul said, pausing as the Raw General Manager's music blared through the arena.  "See, I knew the office would be vacant," he said, smirking at her.

Britney backed up against the door as he stood and came toward her.  "W-what do you want?" she asked, all of a sudden becoming very nervous.  She thought of screaming in hopes of catching someone's attention, but the office was in a very secluded part of the arena… the chances of someone hearing were slim.  All it would most likely succeed in would be pissing Paul off, and she wasn't sure if she could afford that right now.

"Well originally, I was just going to scare you a little… you know, mess with your head and send you back to the Women's Locker Room.  See, the reason loverboy's still at the hotel is because I sent Heyman after him with a knife."

Britney's eyes widened, "You did what?!"


Levesque laughed, "Calm down honey… the knife was strictly to slash his tires.  Anyway, as I was saying, I was just going to scare you a little… but unfortunately for you, plans have changed."

"W-what's that supposed to mean?"

He pressed her against the door, "Take a look at this."  He lifted his sunglasses, which Britney thought he still had on from the show, as part of his Evolution getup.  What she saw, however, was a dark bruise forming on his left cheek.  "You just can't keep your damn mouth shut, can you, you little bitch?"  Closing her eyes tightly, she bit her lip as he held her up against the door.

"Paul, I-I have no idea what you're talking about!  Please… just let me go," she insisted.

Paul squeezed her tiny arms tightly, laughing in her face.  "I don't think so, honey.  Now, I'm well aware that Stephanie stayed with you and Adam this weekend, so if anything happened to me today, I'd expect it to be from him.  So, what I'm asking you is, how come it was Chris Irvine who came up and decked me today!?"

Oh no, Britney thought.  I knew I never should have told him… I knew how he'd react.  He's Chris for God sake… the man has a temper and a half.  She didn't say anything, just merely staring at him with big, widened blue eyes.  When he saw that she wasn't answering, he continued.

"You told him, didn't you?  I know Steph wouldn't tell him, and Adam hasn't been here for two hours, so who else would have?  You whined and cried to your best pal Jerky, just like you always do!  Well you know what?  THAT," he said, twisting her arm and causing her to cry out painfully, "was a big mistake.  Brock was right about you… that mouth of yours is always getting you in trouble, isn't it?  Your big mouth is gonna be the end of you one of these days.  As for right now though, I've got something *else* in mind."

Britney looked at him in disgust as he eyed her hungrily.  Acting on impulse, she kicked him swiftly in the shin, making sure the heel of her shoe made direct contact with his slack-encased leg.  Levesque groaned in pain… damn, these McMahon women were tough when they wanted to be!  As he released his grip on her arm, she went straight for the doorknob, desperately trying to open it so she could escape.  Just as she twisted the handle, he recovered and grabbed her by the hair.  He pulled her away from the door and she frantically tried to kick, claw, and punch him off of her.  She was no match for him physically and her shots were having little effect on him.  Paul threw her to Eric's desk, making sure she was sitting on it with her feet off the floor.  As she felt him pressing into her thigh, she acted instantly again, slapping him hard on the cheek.  He held her down with his right hand, bringing his left hand up to rub his cheek.  After rubbing it gingerly, he grabbed her chin, moving in close as he spoke to her.

"Sweetheart, things will be so much easier for you if you stopped fighting," he said, smirking at her.  He started to lean in closer, a funny look on his smug face.  Ew, he's going to kiss me.  Ew, ew, ew, ew.  She repeated her previous action, slapping him again, this time harder.  She looked up at Paul, gasping as she saw him raise his hand… he was going to hit her.  He slapped her back and she felt the pain stinging her cheek. 

"Don't dish it out if you can't take it," he said gruffly.  He pressed into her again, smacking her once more, this time to get her attention.  "Britney, dear, don't you know that a skirt of this length makes you look like a slut?  But that's fine with me… it also makes for easy access."  His eyes traveled down, examining the mini-skirt she was wearing.  He pushed her legs open, wrapping them around the outside of his own.  Oh my god, I have to get out of here.  Britney squeezed her eyes shut as he kissed her on the neck, his hands traveling down her waist.  Ew… oh my God, this is so gross.

"Paul, get off me NOW!" she yelled, balling her hand into a fist and punching him in the chest.

He growled, "Alright, that's it!  You are just like your cousin, you know that?  Typical McMahon whore… I told you I'd go easy on you if you didn't fight!  That's obviously not what you want… but that's just fine with me… I like it rough anyway.  You want to play the Game… well honey, you're about to meet the fucking champion.  Don't get stupid Britney… I'll make what I did to Stephanie look like a scene from a romantic love story in comparison to what I'll do to you."

Shit.  Britney figured there was no use fighting anymore… she was going to lose.  It was obvious no one was coming, so she decided to just let him have her way with her.  Just as Levesque slid his hand under her skirt, the door burst open.  Paul's massive body blocked the door, so she had no clue who was there… she didn't really care… all that mattered was that someone was there.  Paul groaned and fell to the ground as something was slammed into his back.  Britney looked up and saw who her savior was… Chris, standing there with a steel chair in his hand.  Regardless of what people believed, getting hit with a steel chair hurt.

"Chris!" she exclaimed, noticing that Matt, Jeff, and Rob were behind him.  As the three men walked over and began pummeling Paul to ensure that he didn't get up, Chris dropped the chair, going straight over to Britney. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, wrapping her in a tight hug.  She didn't answer him, bursting into fresh tears as she clung tightly to him.  "Brit… did he hurt you?  Are you alright?" the blonde man asked frantically, checking her over.  It appeared as though nothing too bad had happened to her, but you could never be too sure. 

"I… I want… I…" she sobbed, shaking her head as she cried against him.  Chris felt awful… he knew this was all his fault.  I just HAD to go and hit him.  God I'm stupid sometimes.  Picking her up off the desk, he carried her out of the office.  Once they were out the door, he gave her a minute to calm down before questioning again.

"What is it kid?  What do you want?" he asked, encouraging her to answer.  She wasn't exactly sobbing anymore, but she was still being kind of loud.  Not wanting to draw any attention, Chris tried to calm her down some more.  "Shh, okay… calm down… you gotta calm down.  Please Brit," he said soothingly.  It seemed to work, as after another minute she seemed to have stopped crying.

"I… want to… go back to the hotel.  I want… to see… Adam," she said, her voice still shaky from crying.  Chris nodded, placing her down on her feet and putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Alright, alright… I'll take you back to Adam now," he assured her.  Turning back to observe the office he saw Paul, and his face formed into a scowl.  He wanted to go back and stomp the man's face in for what he did to Stephanie and what he attempted to do to Britney.  However in order to do that he would have had to let go of Britney, and judging by the way she was clinging fiercely to him, it was obvious that she didn't want him to do that.  Still, he wanted to ensure that Paul got a little extra punishment… even if it wasn't from him. 

"Hey Rob," he called, continuing when Mr. Monday Night looked up at him expectantly, "do me a favor.  Kick that bastard extra hard in the balls… maybe that'll stop these urges he's been having as of late," Chris requested.  Rob looked up at him, that classic RVD grin spreading on his face.

"Dude, you got it."

Hmm, will I ever write a happy chapter??  LOL, actually, there will probably be some happy ones coming up soon.  Anyway, what did you guys think??  I was a writing machine today, so I have up to Chapter 40 written… just need to get them typed up!!  LOL, I'll update soon, so let me know what you all think!  Thanks guys! 33