PART 46

ON THE ROAD

Brock grinned as he drove down the highway.  He scanned the radio stations before settling on a song and humming along to it.  He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy.  That was probably because this was the first time in a long while that one of his plans actually worked.  The young man figured that that was because it was his first plan in awhile that didn't directly involve Paul Levesque or Paul Heyman.  As he looked at the unconscious body resting in the passenger seat, he grinned again.

"Britney, Britney, Britney… I know you too damn well," he said, thinking of the previous night. 

When he sent Torrie into the room last night he waited nearby, and just as he expected, Britney arrived about a half hour later.  She was only in the room for about five minutes before she stormed out, tears streaming down her cheeks.  When he saw her coming, he ducked into a corner, watching her from it.  He watched as she headed his way, obviously heading to Chris's room, which was literally right behind him.  He looked behind him, smiling maliciously when he saw a large ceramic flower pot sitting by the door.  Leaning down, he picked it up, holding the rust colored pot in his hands.  He stared at it in awe for a moment, and then he heard her voice.

"Oh my…"

He cut her off before she could say anything else, bringing the pot down onto Britney's head as hard as he could.  Brock was surprised that it didn't break.  She immediately dropped to the floor, landing in a pile at his feet.  Brock looked around to see that no one was coming and when he was sure the coast was clear, he leaned down and picked her up, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.  He stood up against the wall for a minute, admiring her wonderingly.  He hadn't had her in his arms for the longest time… it wasn't a bad feeling at all.  Suddenly, Brock heard footsteps, and he knew it was Adam, rushing out of the room to catch up with Britney.  He ran like lightning to the nearby elevator, getting inside and closing the door just as the Canadian ran by.  He let out a huge sigh, thanking God that he hadn't caught him.

Back in the car, Brock smiled at his success.  He knew that the fun was far from over, and he couldn't wait.  As he pulled into some traffic, Brock slowed the car to a stop.  He shifted in his seat, turning to look at the beautiful girl next to him.  He brought his right hand to her cheek, stroking it softly with his index finger.  He suddenly remembered that he had a few phone calls to make.  Taking out his cell, he searched for a number and pressed send.  The first person he had to call was Paul Heyman.  When Heyman answered, Brock spoke.

"Hi Paul… we're on our way.  Make sure when Adam gets to the arena you deliver my message," he reminded him.

"Okay, but Brock… what if Adam doesn't come to the arena?" Paul replied, suddenly thinking of the possible situation.  "I mean, what if he's already on the road looking for you."  Brock grinned.  Luckily for him, he had thought of that the night before, and he had a plan to ensure that Adam would have to go to the arena that day.

"Oh, he'll show up alright.  I made sure that would happen… I stole Vince's cell phone yesterday," Brock said proudly, grinning cockily as the traffic began to let up.  From his own car, Paul raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell does that have to do with Adam going to the arena?" he asked, a little confused.

"Let me explain.  See, every time something bad happens between Britney and Adam, she runs crying to Chris.  So I'm almost positive that Adam would go to Chris's hotel room first thing in the morning to get her.  When he gets there and finds that she's not there, they know that this was all my doing.  You know Adam's going to come after me, and you know Chris will insist on going with him.  Well, Chris is scheduled to work the house show, so he'll have to call Vince to tell him he can't make it, and when he calls, Vince won't have a phone to answer!  Therefore, the two pretty boys will have to go to the arena to tell him personally, since they're such good workers and all," Brock said quickly.  Heyman's lips curled into an evil smile.

"You're a genius Brock… an absolute genius."  After saying that, Paul hung up, and Brock ended the call as well.  He went to Levesque's number and pressed send, putting his ear to the receiver.

"Hey Brock," Paul answered.  "You on your way?"  Brock grinned yet again.

"Yup… all systems go.  Leave the key for me," he said before hanging up and ending the short call.  Turning back to Britney, he eyed the blonde woman intensely.  His eyes wandered over her unconscious body, drinking in her beautiful features.

"Britney, we are going to have a lot of fun today."

AT THE ARENA

Chris, Adam, and Shane rushed through the arena in a frantic search for Vince McMahon.  They knew they needed to get out of the arena and off after Britney and Brock quick, but they couldn't tell just anyone where they were going… they had to tell Vince.  They searched for minutes that seemed to be hours, looking in every room in the building for the Chairman.  Finally, they ran into Fit Finlay, the Divas in ring trainer, who had just come from Vince's office.  He told the men where it was located and they were off, racing to the door like madmen.  They burst through the door, startling Vince, who was sitting at his desk looking over the script for the show.  He jumped, nearly throwing his papers in the process.

"What the hell is the problem guys?  You scared the hell out of me," he said in surprise.  He eyed his son and the other two men with concern.  They looked like they had just run a 20 mile marathon, gasping for breath.

"We… we had to… talk to you," Shane said, gulping in air between his words.  Vince continued to eye the men with great concern.  They really looked like something horrible had happened.

"Okay… calm down son.  What do you need to talk to me about guys?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.  Adam was the first one of the three men to speak.

"I… last night… well, Britney is… she's…" Adam muttered, though he wasn't really making good sense.  Chris noted that he wasn't getting them anywhere and picked up for him.

"Okay, I'm going to run this story by you really fast, cause we don't have time.  Just listen and  believe me… this is the truth.  Last night, Brock forced Torrie to sneak into Adam and Britney's room so that when Britney got back from her meeting with you she would see them in bed together.  Well, it worked, and Britney went for my room, but Brock was waiting for her and he kidnapped her.  We tried to call you to tell you that I wasn't going to be able to compete tonight, but your phone was disconnected, so we had to drive all the way here and run around like animals to try and find you," he said in a huff.  Vince looked at him in disbelief.  His brain was just beginning to register what Chris just told him and he couldn't believe it.  Britney was kidnapped?  Holy shit… what are we going to do?  Vince looked at the three men frantically.

"Um… I… go.  I have to stay here, but go and find them.  Don't worry about the show Chris, just get the hell out of here.  I'll find another phone and call you from there," he said suddenly.  He wanted nothing more than to go with them so he could kill Brock himself, but he knew people would be too suspicious if both Vince and Shane were absent from a show.  He knew his son would take care of everything… he just hoped Adam wouldn't lose it.

"Alright… thanks Dad," Shane said, ushering Adam and Chris out of the room.  The three of them were about to be off, when they heard an all too familiar, all too annoying voice.

"Well, well, well… look at what we've got here," Paul Heyman said, smirking at the men as he approached them.  Adam's heart dropped as the large man stopped in front of them.  Chris and Shane, on the other hand, looked at him with murderous glances.

"What the fuck do you want assclown?" Chris asked, glaring at Heyman dangerously.  Shane sent him a similar glance.

"I was just told by my good friend Brock Lesnar to deliver this message," he said snidely, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pant pocket.  Shane went to snatch the letter from his hand, but Paul pulled it away from him.  He gave him a reprimanding look.

"Shane," Heyman said, "didn't your father teach you any manners?  Didn't he tell you it's not polite to grab things out of people's hands?  Oh wait… your father is Vincent Kennedy McMahon.  I guess those rules don't apply to you.  If you would kindly back off, I will give this letter to Adam, the person Brock intended to give it to," he said mockingly. 

Adam's ears perked up when he heard his name, looking at Paul almost helplessly.  Shane and Chris were glaring at Heyman like they were about to kill him, but the Canadian himself didn't feel a thing.  He just didn't have any fight left in him… he felt completely numb.  All he could think of was how he let Britney get away from him long enough for Brock to kidnap her, and now that maniac was off God knows where with her, doing things Adam couldn't bring himself to think about.  Any other day, he would have hauled off and nailed Heyman just for the hell of it, but today he couldn't even bring himself to look at him.  As of right now, his life was officially nothing… until he found Britney and was assured that she was okay.  Running a hand through his hair tiredly, Adam put his hand out, accepting the letter.

"Now that you've 'delivered your message' for Brock, I'm sure you have other things to do.  Get the hell away from us," Chris said, scoffing at the former ECW owner.  Paul raised an eyebrow at him, but nodded in agreement.

"As you wish, almighty King of the World," he said mockingly, before turning and leaving the men in front of the door.  Shane shook his head.

"Asshole," he muttered.  Both Shane and Chris peered over at the letter as Adam opened it, but he shooed them away, walking a few steps ahead.  He wanted to read the letter himself first.  Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the letter, hoping for the best.  He tried his best to fight the tears pressing at his eyes while he read.

Adam,

    Well, well, well… things have certainly taken a turn for the worse.  For you, anyway.  Me, on the other hand, well, things just couldn't be better.  You could probably guess that Britney is with me right now.  Don't worry Adam, she's just fine.  I don't plan on doing anything drastic to her just yet.  But I'm warning you, something's going to happen.  I didn't want to have to hurt her, but it seems you've left me no choice.  I've told you time and time again that she belongs to me, and you didn't listen.  I'm disappointed in you Adam.  I think I've been more than fair.  I've given you opportunity after opportunity to end your relationship with her, but you never did.  You had that chance to save her, but you blew it.  It's your fault that I have to do this to her Adam.  I hate you like I've never hated anyone before in my life… and you're going to pay, even if it means hurting someone that *I* love to do so.  Anyway, I'm not going to play guessing games with you, and I'm not going to make you comb the country to find me.  At the bottom of this letter is the address I'll be at.  I know what you're thinking… he's either lying or crazy.  Well to tell you the truth, I'm neither.  I'm not crazy for giving you my location because I know you'll never get there in time.  Hell, I could be there already right now.  I want you to find us, because I want you to see what I do to your precious little girlfriend, and I want you to know that you could have saved her, but you were too late.  I'm not going to take up too much more of your time, because I'm sure you'll want to be on the road now.  I'll see you soon buddy.  It's a shame you won't get that family you always wanted.  Oh, and I hope you enjoyed the past year you had with her… because you won't get any more.

Brock

I'm back!!!!! Alright, this chapter's a little shorter than usual, but it'll do for now.  Hope you guys like it… let me know what you all think!