PART 44
WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM
"W-what do you mean Brock?" Torrie Wilson asked fearfully as Lesnar stood over her. Brock Lesnar had just snuck up on her in her locker room and said they'd needed to talk. She couldn't help but feel scared and confused. The blonde bombshell had been dreading something like this happening to her or any of the divas ever since she'd heard about Brock from Britney and Amy. She hoped to God that Lesnar wasn't *interested* in her or anything like that, especially after what happened with him and Britney. They weren't particularly close, but they were friends, and Torrie could see that Britney had gone through hell with him. Brock smirked at the woman staring up at him with terror from her chair.
"I told you, we need to have a talk… I have to discuss something with you. Now, we're friends, aren't we Torrie?" he asked, a grin spreading on his face. Torrie's glance changed from fearful to confused. The young woman couldn't remember the last time she spoke to Brock, or even made eye contact with him. She had always been afraid of him… now he was saying that they were friends? She wasn't sure what was going on, but she didn't want to give him the wrong answer.
"Actually, um, Brock… I don't think we-"
Kneeling down in front of her, he grabbed her wrists, cutting her off. "Don't answer that," he instructed. "Look, I came here tonight because I need you to help me out with something. I need you to do me a favor."
"W-what is it?" Torrie asked nervously. God, why did I come in here alone? She felt very uneasy, especially with that look Brock was sending her.
Brock answered, "I need you to…" He leaned forward, whispering the rest in her ear. When he was finished, Torrie looked over at him in disgust.
"No way! That's horrible! I don't care who you are, there is no way I am going to do that!" she cried. What Brock had just asked her to do was downright despicable. "Adam and Britney are my friends, and if even we aren't extremely close, I still can't do anything to hurt them! They don't deserve that." Brock let go of one of her wrists, bringing his hand up and gripping her chin tightly.
"Ow! Brock, that hurts!" she exclaimed. That only made his grip tighter, so she quickly shut up.
"Good… maybe it'll make you listen better. I wasn't asking you for the favor, I was TELLING you that you were going to do it. You WILL do this for me. Tomorrow is Britney and Adam's one year anniversary, and I can't have them celebrating! You're going to do what I told you to do," he said, glaring at her.
"I… I just can't Brock, I'm sorry. There's no way I could hurt them like that… not after they worked so hard to be happy," Torrie explained. "He loves her and she loves him, and I can't-" Her words were cut off when Brock slapped her swiftly on the cheek. Torrie's eyes widened, half in pain, half in shock. She could feel herself shaking with fear as Brock got right in her face.
"She doesn't love him… she loves me!" he cried delusionally. "Listen to be you little bitch, you are going to do what I told you to do! I didn't like slapping you Torrie, but that's what you get for having a big mouth. Britney got in trouble for her big mouth all the time… pretty girls like you should learn to keep your mouth shut. Watch your mouth and it won't happen again." Torrie stared at him incredulously. "She doesn't love him… she loves me!" Were they thinking of the same Britney? The Britney McMahon that Torrie knew was most definitely in love with Adam Copeland.
"With all due respect Brock, if Britney loves you, then why is she carrying Adam's baby?" she asked quietly. She felt her stomach drop as she saw the anger building in his eyes. She knew she shouldn't have said that. Damn it, she just HAD to open her mouth. He pushed away from her, standing up. He yanked the hairbrush out of her hand and chucked it across the room. Torrie flinched as it crashed into the lockers and actually broke, he had thrown it that hard. Leaning back down, he put his hands on either arm of her chair, glaring at her intensely. The diva looked at him in shock and in horror. He looked almost possessed.
"That baby deserves to rot in HELL!" Brock screamed suddenly, causing Torrie to jump and squeeze her eyes shut. How could someone say something like that about a little unborn baby? "Britney can NOT have Adam Copeland's child… it's just not possible! There's just no way it could happen. She was supposed to be the mother of MY kids damn it! That piece of shit baby should be MINE!"
He backed off of her, and once she sensed that he had moved Torrie opened her eyes. She couldn't believe what he just said. He just called a tiny little unborn baby a piece of shit and said it deserved to rot in hell. What kind of man says that, even if it is his ex-girlfriend's child? He had to be truly insane. Brock suddenly got a good whiff of the fear radiating off of Torrie, and he grinned. That was like his sixth sense, being able to smell fear on someone. It was time to go in for the kill.
"You have two options here Torrie. You can do as I say, and get this all done and over with tonight… or you can say no, and then I will take your Playboy posing ass back to my hotel room and you'll spend the night with me. I guarantee you, you will not be able to walk the next morning if you choose to stay with me," he threatened. Torrie eyed him fearfully. On one hand, she would really hurt Adam and Britney if she went along with Brock. On the other hand, spending the night with Brock did not sound enjoyable at all. In fact, it sounded downright horrifying and quite frankly, she wanted to be able to walk tomorrow. Sighing loudly, Torrie gave in.
"Alright… I guess I've made up my mind."
LATER THAT NIGHTBrock stood with Torrie in the hallway of the hotel, prepping her to do what he'd asked her about earlier. They stood by a door as he coaxed her to go on and enter the room.
"Now, you remember what it is you have to do right?" Brock checked. Torrie shifted uncomfortably and rolled her eyes.
"How could I forget? You've told me at least ten times on the way over here," she stated plainly. Brock glared at her, grabbing her arm roughly. He wanted to make sure she was scared enough to do exactly as he said… he couldn't afford to have any more of his plans be fuck ups.
"Don't get smart you little bitch. Just do what you have to do. Remember, face away from him… don't look at him, don't talk to him. Now go," he said, handing her the key. Torrie eyed him skeptically as she took the card from him. He had took her to the front desk and told the lady there that he had lost his room key, and surprisingly, she gave him a new one, no questions asked. Then, suddenly getting an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, a question occurred to her.
"You never told me why, other than the fact that tomorrow is their anniversary," Torrie said, eyeing him questioningly. Brock shook his head.
"And I don't have to tell you either. Look, don't worry about what I'm going to do… just get in there and get your job done, and if you do a good job you will never hear from me again. Quit stalling and get the hell in there," he instructed demandingly.
Sighing sadly, she opened the door and walked in, breathing shakily. She could feel her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. She couldn't believe she was actually going to go through with this. She had thought about going into the bedroom and waking Adam up and telling him what Brock had told her to do, but Brock himself had confronted her about it. He said that if she ratted on him he would make every waking moment of her life a living hell, and she could tell by the look in his eyes, and by what he had already done to Britney, that he wasn't lying. She had no choice. Torrie swallowed hard and headed towards the bedroom, which was in the back of the suite. She silently prayed that Brock was wrong about Britney not being there. He told her that Britney had a meeting with her family and some agents after the show and that she wouldn't be there. The plan was for Torrie to slip in to bed with Adam so that he would think she was Britney. Then, when Britney actually returned to the room, she would stumble upon them in bed together.
Torrie stood in the doorway of the bedroom, studying Adam intently in the dark. She felt the tears well up in her eyes as she watched him sleeping. He was so peaceful, so unsuspecting of what was going to happen, which would inevitably ruin his anniversary. It made her feel like total trash. You are a total skank Torrie… this is not how you were brought up. You can't mess with people's lives like this. Adam didn't deserve this, Britney didn't deserve this, hell… Torrie knew that even she didn't deserve to be forced into doing such a thing. If she wasn't so damn scared of Lesnar, she would never have even considered such a thing. She slowly crept into the bedroom, tiptoeing so that she didn't wake Adam. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she made her way to the bed. She stood silently at the edge of the bed, watching Adam's chest rise and fall as he breathed.
"I'm sorry Adam… I'm so sorry," she mouthed silently before sitting down on the bed.
She lifted the covers and slid under them, turning her back to Adam. She had to bite her lip to prevent the sob she felt in the back of her throat from escaping when she felt Adam stir and place his hand on her waist. This was wrong… it was so very wrong. Torrie squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to God that Adam didn't try to kiss her or anything like that. Luckily, he didn't seem to even wake up when she'd laid down, and his moving of his hand to her hip appeared to be an unconscious maneuver. She knew that the scene would be awful when Britney returned… the shit was certainly going to hit the fan. Adam and Britney were going to hate their guts… and who would be able to blame them? Especially poor Britney… Torrie was beginning to loathe herself for going along with this nonsense. What would Britney think when she returned from a long, probably boring meeting to see her boyfriend, the father of her child, in bed with another woman? Not just another woman, but a woman whom she considered to be a friend. It was going to crush her, no doubt about it. Suddenly, Torrie thought of Brock, and of the threats he had been making to her all night. I have to do it, I have to do it. I have no choice. Knowing that she really had no other options still didn't make her feel any better. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now as she closed her eyes again and waited for Britney to return.
ABOUT A ½ HOUR LATERBritney yawned as she slid her keycard into the door and pushed it open. She couldn't wait to get in bed and just go to sleep… she was exhausted. Her day had been grueling to say the least. She was up at eight in the morning so that she and Adam could drive to the next city, because Adam's rule was, if it's less than 500 miles, you're going in the car. Shane had been absolutely hounded with work that day, so during the afternoon she ran all over the arena helping and delivering messages for him. She'd gone out with Adam for his match with Chris Benoit against Charlie Haas and Shelton Benjamin. After that, there was a meeting with her family, Jim Ross, Eric Bischoff, and some of the executives. They basically wanted to discuss some type of job for Britney to have while she was still on the road but no longer on TV. Then after that, Shane had driven her and Stephanie back to the hotel and the three of them had gone up to Shane's room to talk. It was the first time in a while that they'd spent a good hour just talking. It was a really nice experience, but still, after such a long day Britney was exhausted. She couldn't wait to just get in bed and go to sleep. She was already wearing sweatpants, so she decided she wasn't even going to get changed. She walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and then headed into the bedroom. Walking through the door, she caught a glimpse of something, and she gasped.
* * * * *
Adam was sleeping very peacefully, in the middle of a nice dream when a voice pierced into his brain and woke him up and caused him to jump.
"What the fuck is this?!" he heard Britney's voice scream. He jumped up and saw her across the room, glaring at him with her jaw wide open in shock. Adam was confused to say the least. If Britney was standing across from him, then… who the hell was laying next to him in the bed? Oh God. He stood up and turned the light on, turning to see a very frightened looking Torrie Wilson.
"Torrie?" both Adam and Britney said simultaneously. Britney looked over at Adam in shock. Torrie was laying in bed with him, so why did he act so surprised to see her? The young woman felt the tears stinging at her eyes as she watched him standing there, looking dumbfounded. He sent her an innocent, unbelieving look.
"Britney, this ISN'T what it looks like, I swear," Adam said, knowing it had to look pretty bad. He didn't know what Torrie was doing in there, but she sure as hell didn't come in the room with him. And they sure as hell didn't do anything. He knew that he went straight to bed when he got to the room. She had to have snuck in… but why? Britney blinked a few times, allowing the tears to spill over and down her cheeks. She just couldn't believe what she was seeing. She came back from a long and very tiring day to find her boyfriend of a year, the father of her child, in bed with a woman she once considered a good friend.
"Well than what the fuck is it?" Britney curried, glaring at the two of them with devastation. "No, don't answer that. I don't want to hear it."
"But…"
"SHUT UP! Torrie, how could you do this? I thought we were friends… how could you do something like this? And you," she said, focusing her angry eyes on Adam, "I don't believe you. What am I not good enough for you? Do we not have sex enough to satisfy you?! God, Adam… what the fuck is wrong with you? On our anniversary and everything!" Adam looked at his feet in shame. He knew he didn't do anything, but he still felt like a complete ass.
"Brit, I don't know what she's doing here, I swear," he said.
"Save it Adam. You know, I really thought that out of everyone in the world you would be the last one to hurt me. I guess I was just terribly wrong… happy anniversary," she said, turning and leaving the room. Adam felt like he had just been punched in the gut. "I really thought that out of everyone in the world you would be the last one to hurt me. I guess I was just terribly wrong." The words sunk painfully into Adam's brain. He had done it again… he had hurt her without even trying to do so. He watched her storm out of the room, tears streaming down her cheeks. The Canadian looked down at Torrie, and he noticed that she was crying as well.
"Don't move," Adam instructed her.
He ran out of the room, hoping to catch up with her so that he could bring her back and they could sort this whole thing out. Something in Torrie's eyes told him that there was a reason for this. In the room, Torrie curled up into a ball on the bed and waited for Adam to return. She felt like slime. The tears continued to flow freely as she thought about the man that had put her up to this. She couldn't help but worry as she suddenly realized what had just happened… the first part of Brock's plan had worked.
Well, now you know what Brock wanted Torrie for. But now the question is what's going to happen next?? LOL, hope you guys liked this part. Just a little side note, I'll probably have one more update tomorrow, but then this story is going on a short hiatus. I'm going away for the week so the story won't be updated. But while I'm gone I'm going to try to finish it and maybe even start a new one. Thanks for the reviews guys, make sure you let me know what you think!!!!
