PART 43

THURSDAY, JUNE 19, 2003

Brock was in his locker room stretching for his match later that night. Things had certainly been different since Paul Levesque was fired.  They weren't quieter, because Heyman was still around to do nearly ALL of the talking and to run his fat mouth, but it just wasn't the same.  Without Paul around, Brock really had no one to talk to.  He was the only person in the company he would consider a friend, and they weren't that close at that.  He almost missed him.  He thought about quitting a couple times since Monday when it was announced that Paul was stripped of the Heavyweight Title and fired, but he decided against it.  He had already waited this long and come this far… there was no way he was turning back now.  He had to continue his mission, with or without Levesque.  Besides, there was no way Brock was leaving the company unless he had Britney with him.  That was the first reason he even asked Vince for a job with WWE in the first place… to get her back.  When he first got there, Brock honestly didn't expect to be there for more than a year.  He basically was there to pick up his belongings and head home, however, the money was too great to leave.  He also didn't expect getting Britney back to be such a time consuming experience. 

That damn Adam Copeland… he ruined everything.  Brock just couldn't get over the fact that Adam had stolen everything that had ever meant anything to him.  He wanted more than anything in the world to get his hands around that blonde pretty boy's neck and squeeze the life out of him, much like the Canadian had done to him awhile back.  As far as Brock was concerned, Adam Copeland was the biggest piece of trash that ever walked the earth, regardless of how many people loved him and how many Edge Heads there were.  The only problem Brock had left was which member of the brand-new McMahon-Copeland family he was going to get rid of.  He had been debating between them, trying to think of what would hurt them, more specifically Adam, the most.  Suddenly, the door to his locker room opened.  Brock looked up, frowning when he saw who it was.

"Shane," he said with disinterest.

"Brock, we need to have a talk," Shane McMahon said, closing the door behind him.  Standing up from the stretching position he was in, Brock raised a brow at him.

"And what if I don't agree?" he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.  Shane sent him an un-amused glare.

"I don't give a shit what you want.  You're going to sit down, and you're going to listen to every word I have to say," Shane demanded.  Brock complied, sitting down and listening up.  Maybe I'll amuse the guy for a little while.

"I'm sure you've heard that Britney is pregnant," Shane started, eyeing the other man intently to try and read his expression.  Brock rolled his eyes emphatically.

"Yeah I heard," he said, trying to hide the disdain growing in his expression and surging through him at the moment.  "What exactly is your point?"

"My point, Brock, is that I'm sure you're not happy about that.  However, that doesn't mean you can do anything about it," he replied.  Brock glared at him, Oh we'll see about that.  He decided that the quickest way to end this conversation would be to play dumb.

"Whatever do you mean Shane?" he asked innocently.  It was Shane's turn to roll his eyes.

"Don't get cute dickhead.  You know exactly what I mean.  You better stay the fuck away from her, and I am NOT kidding.  The stakes are a lot higher now that she's pregnant, both you and I know that.  But if I ever so much as see you in the same ROOM as her, I'll will kill you," he said sternly. 

Brock grinned at him.  Ooh, I'm trembling with fear.  Shane glared back at Brock, anger clearly present in his brown eyes.  That was always the one thing that bothered Shane the most about Brock… that damn grin.  He wore that cocky, arrogant grin whenever someone was reprimanding him or warning him about something.  He had to be the most disrespectful, pathetic excuse for a human being to ever live.

"Now Shane, you know how I feel about your baby cousin…"

"Yeah, I know exactly how you feel about her," Shane interrupted coldly.  "THAT'S why I'm here talking to you in the first place.  I know how delusional you are, and I know how you react to things that upset you.  I'm just letting you know that everything's changed now Brock… if you hurt Britney, you're hurting her baby as well.  I'm just warning for your own good."  Brock rolled his eyes yet again.

"Well, thank you so much for the wonderful words of wisdom Wonder Boy, but I'm not an idiot.  I'm not quite sure I see your point yet.  In fact, your whole visit so far has been pretty pointless," he said, sending Shane that damn grin again.  Shane finally couldn't take Lesnar's ignorance any longer, so he stood up and marched right over to him, grabbing him by the throat.

"Listen you worthless piece of shit, when I said I'd kill you, I meant it.  When I found out about your pal Paul raping Stephanie, I officially lost it.  All the times you've called me crazy, well… you're finally right.  If you think I'm afraid of going to jail, think again.  If it means I get to get my hands on you and kill you, then jail is the least of my worries," he said, voice practically in a growl.

With that said, he turned on his heels and stormed to the door.  Brock looked at him in amused disbelief.  Did he just try and threaten him?  Was Shane McMahon trying to intimidate Brock Lesnar?  Brock almost laughed at the thought.  This puny little punk was attempting to scare him.  It was actually pretty funny.  Lesnar glanced up and met eyes with Shane, who turned to look back from the door.  Brock refused to allow himself to be scared by Shane's comments, or by the icy gleam in his eyes.  He was all talk anyway.  We'll see if you stick to your threats a few days from now.

"Hey Shane," Brock said suddenly, unable to resist the urge to make a crack.  "Tell Britney and Adam I said congratulations."

ABOUT AN HOUR LATER

"Okay Adam, what are we going to do tomorrow?" Britney asked as she approached Adam in the locker room he and some of the guys were sharing.  Jay grinned mischievously.  He knew that tomorrow was Britney and Adam's one-year anniversary… and it was the perfect time to bust on her.  She was waiting for Adam to answer, so Jay walked up behind her and grabbed her arm.

"We weren't planning on going anywhere?  Why would we want to go anywhere tomorrow?  It's not like there's anything special going on," he said, putting on a curious face.  He started laughing but stopped abruptly when he felt Adam's hand smack the back of his head.  "Ow," he said rubbing the back of his head where he'd been slapped.  "What was that for?"  Adam shook his head, smirking at his best friend.

"Because you're an idiot," he said matter-of-factly, to which Jay actually nodded in acceptance.  Turning to Britney, he continued, "I don't really have a preference what we do.  We could spend the day here and go back to Tampa Saturday with Jay and Chris and Steph or we could could fly home tomorrow and go to dinner.  Either way is fine with me as long as we're together.  Whatever you want to do is fine with me.  You're the boss."  Britney laughed softly when he called her the boss.  Ever since she'd gotten pregnant, Adam had been extra nice to her… ever more so than usual.  While she hadn't really experienced any really bad mood swings yet, he told her he wanted to prepared.  Just as she was about to give him an answer, another voice spoke. 

"Whipped," Chris said in between coughs.  "Aww, isn't that sweet?  I'll go anywhere you wanna go baby.  You're such a sweetheart Adam, really."  Adam turned and sent him a look.

"That wasn't necessary," he said pointedly, trying to keep a straight face.  Chris got really bitchy when he was away from his wife for more than three days.

Britney nodded, "Yeah Chris, leave him alone… I worked hard to get wrap him around my finger."  Britney and Chris laughed, and then Britney turned back to talk to Adam.  They ultimately decided that they would stay in town the next day, spend the day together and then maybe stop by the house show that they weren't scheduled to appear on. 

"Copeland, a six man match just ended and four of those six competitors are using this locker room and will shortly be stripping naked and heading to the showers… you might want to get your girlfriend out," Chris said suddenly, looking at the TV screen.  Adam looked over at the TV and agreed.

"I'll see you in a little while," he said, leaning down to kiss her.

"But I wanna see them!" she whined suddenly, causing Adam and Chris to do a double take.  "I mean, Jeff's got such a cute little body, and Robbie's got the nicest butt and Shane is just so adorable, and even Drew is…"

"And what the hell am I, Ric Flair?" Adam interrupted, sending her a hurt look. 

"Okay, fine, I'll leave," she resigned, pouting playfully.  She kissed him once more and they parted ways, him getting ready for his upcoming match and Britney heading out.  As she made her way down the hall, Britney heard a voice call out to her.

"Ms. McMahon, wait up!"  She turned to see Jay running over to her.  She grinned as he approached her. 

"Mr. Reso… version two… what have I done to be so lucky as to be graced by your presence?" she asked him, trying to sound very sophisticated, but failing miserably as started to giggle.  Jay laughed as well… when he'd gotten his hair cut, Britney took a line out of Matt Hardy's book and starting calling him Mr. Reso… Version Two. 

"You know I treat my peeps well honey," he replied, flashing her a bright smile. 

"You're too kind.  Now, what do you really want?" Britney asked curiously.  Grabbing her arm, he stopped them and then moved his free hand to her belly.

"I didn't want to hear anything from Chris, but I just wanted to see how little Jason was doing," he said, running his hand over her still pretty much flat stomach.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Jay.  There's no guarantee that the baby will be a boy," she reminded him.  He was set on there being another Jay to take after him.  Britney thought it was absolutely adorable that Jay was taking so much interest in his best friend's baby.  You could see it in his eyes that he was practically as excited as Adam was.  "You're really excited about this, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," he replied truthfully.  "I know how much this means to Adam.  I've known him for twenty years, and I know that this is the one thing he's always said could fill the void not having a father left.  I'm happy for him, and I'm so happy for you.  Your life has completely turned around Brit.  I can't wait to see this baby, boy or girl, so I can teach them to take after their Uncle Jay."  Britney rolled her eyes at the thought.  That was just what the world needed… a mini Jay Reso.  Still, he was going to make a wonderful godfather for his future godson or goddaughter.  In fact, he'd probably just make an all around good father.

"Don't ever change Jay," she said, laughing softly as she cupped his face in her hands.

"Yes ma'am… as long as you don't either.  Hey, wanna go grab something to eat?" he suggested.  He was done for the night and, to be honest, he was a little leery of Britney walking around alone.  Glancing down from her stomach and back up to him, Britney smiled.

"What do you think?" she asked rhetorically.  Jay grinned, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Let's go."

They walked off together, both of them talking and laughing loudly.  They disappeared around the corner… and neither one of them noticed that Brock Lesnar had been watching them the whole time.

AFTER THEY LEFT

Brock leaned up against the wall, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.  He had been sitting in the dark, shadowed corner of the hallway, and he saw Britney go into the locker room her boyfriend and her friends were sharing.  She didn't even knock, she just pushed open the door and walked right in.  One of them could have been naked for God's sake.  What a whore.  Then he watched her come back out a few minutes later, and Jay Reso followed her.  He stood with her, gawking at her stomach like she was carrying his baby.  Brock wondered how Adam would react if he saw his best friend so googily-eyed with his girlfriend.  Suddenly, an awful idea popped into his head.  He grinned widely, as it had to have been the best idea he'd come up with in a long while.  It was brilliant.  It's perfect… why didn't I think of it before?  He pushed himself up off the wall and headed out towards the main hallway.  On his way, he saw her.  She was talking to Dawn Marie, resting against an equipment crate.  Brock stopped walking and hid behind an equipment crate, peering out at her. 

She could very well be the girl he needed.  She was the same height as Britney and, with the exception of the size of her chest, had close to the same body type as Britney.  Her hair was even the same platinum blonde.  He smirked as she said goodbye to the brunette and headed into the Women's Locker Room.  Brock slowly headed to the room.  He knew that there was a women's tag match currently going on in the ring, so the chances of any divas being in there with her were slim to none.  He made his way to the door, running his hand over it before doing anything.  He looked around to make sure no one was looking, and he slowly pushed the door open.  He peeked inside and sure enough, she was alone in the locker room, looking in a mirror across the room.  What a prima donna.  He slowly made his way toward her, silently coming up behind her.  The woman noticed a figure in the mirror, and jumped when she felt a large hand on her shoulder.  Brock smirked as she turned to face him, her eyes widening as she realized who was there.  She already looked scared as hell… but he supposed he had a reputation because of a certain ex-girlfriend's loudmouthed, redheaded friend.  This is gonna be too easy.

"Torrie, we need to have a talk."

Uh oh… LOL, told you it wasn't gonna stay happy forever.  What could he possibly want Torrie for??  LOL, you'll find out soon enough!!  Let me know what you think!!