"You saw Paul?!" Jay asked, totally in shock. He didn't think that Levesque would have the balls to show his face in public at all, let alone in a building where there were seven WWE employees, four of them ready to fight. Stephanie nodded, the color only just now beginning to refill her face. She was still shaken from her encounter with Paul.
"Yeah… he said my name, and when I turned around he blew me a kiss and then walked away," she said. She shuddered as she recalled the cocky way he blew that kiss to her. In an odd way, it made her feel dirty. Chris, who was still sitting with Britney, looked down at the tiny blonde woman on the couch. Her blue eyes were wide, and she looked almost as frightened and shocked as her cousin.
"Wait… did you say he went back upstairs?" Chris asked suddenly, a thought popping into his head. When Stephanie nodded, the Canadian continued. "How long ago was this Steph?" Stephanie sent him a confused look.
"Just now… why?" she questioned curiously. Chris took his gaze off of Britney and shifted his eyes to the brunette.
"Because, if it was just a second ago…"
"He's probably still in the building," Jay finished for him, seeing where Chris was going. An odd, almost scary grin formed on Chris's face.
"Hey Jay, you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, glancing over at his friend. Jay matched Chris's grin with one of his own.
"I think I am. If what you're thinking has anything to do with you and I hanging out in the parking lot for a little while, then I'd say yes, we're thinking the exact same thing," he answered. Stephanie's eyes widened as she realized what her boyfriend and Chris were saying.
"Guys, no. I don't like that idea," she protested, grabbing a hold of Jay's forearm.
"Steph, think about it. This is our chance to finally catch him. We can beat him down and wait for the cops to get here," Chris explained. He was more looking forward to the 'beating him down' part than the waiting for the police, but for her sake he kept his mouth shut. Stephanie shook her head at him. It was Chris she was scared for… it was Jay. She knew Jay would want to kill Paul for raping her, but Jay had a tendency to think he was a lot stronger than he actually was. If anything happened to Chris, she didn't know if Jay would be able to hold his own against Paul, who outweighed him by about 50 pounds.
"I-I just don't like the idea. What if he has people with him?" she asked suddenly.
"Like who? Steph, he doesn't have many friends," Jay pointed out, eyeing his girlfriend expectantly. She really didn't want them to do this, so there had to be a reason.
"Brock Lesnar," Stephanie offered, shrugging. Britney's head snapped up at the mention of Lesnar's name. Chris frowned, wrapping his arm a little more tightly around her. Finally Vince, who had been silently watching the whole time, decided to speak up.
"You know, I don't think Brock would be here… he's not as stupid as Paul is," he said, causing everyone in the room to turn their heads to him. Thinking of his daughter and of Britney, he couldn't help but agree with the guys… this could be their one chance to get the bastard behind bars. "Let them go Steph… they know what they're doing."
"But Daddy…"
"Steph," he said gently but sternly. "This could be our only chance to catch him. The guys will be fine." Then, turning to Jay and Chris, he continued, "You guys go. I'll call the police and tell them you'll be waiting." With that, Jay and Chris stood, rushing out of the room as Adam and Shane reentered.
"Where are they off to in such a hurry?" Shane asked as he watched the two Canadians run past him. Vince figured it wouldn't be best to tell them where Chris and Jay were going, otherwise they, especially Shane would want to go with them. Mr. McMahon knew that his son was in no physical condition to fight, and Adam was in no mental condition to do so either.
"They're just, uh… they had to run somewhere. They'll be back in a few minutes," he said quickly. He wasn't lying, he just left a huge part of the 'somewhere' out. "Anyway," he said, trying to change the subject, "What did the nurse say?"
"She said she just has to put the information into the computer and she'll come get us and then we can leave," Adam said, taking a seat on the couch with Britney. He put his arm around her, pulling her close to him as he sat back. He was so glad to finally be getting out of that place. Everything about the hospital---the smell, the people, the white walls--- it just bugged the hell out of him. He wanted to get out of there so bad, he didn't care if they went to the cheapest hotel in the next city. The five of them settled back, waiting for the nurse to come back and tell them that they could go. Vince silently hoped that that happened after Jay and Chris got to Paul.
IN THE PARKING LOTJay and Chris sat behind a large dumpster outside the hospital, watching and waiting for Levesque to come out. They had been sitting there for about five minutes, waiting for any signs of the Game leaving the building. Both men prayed that they hadn't missed him. Suddenly, they saw a large man exit the hospital. Jay squinted, nodding as his eyes confirmed what his mind was telling him. There he was… Paul Levesque. The ever-present arrogant smirk was spread across his face as he walked through the parking lot to his car. Jay jumped upon seeing him, and Chris grabbed his arm.
"You're sure you want to do this?" he checked. He didn't want Jay walking halfway out into the parking lot and then freezing. If they wanted to take Levesque down, Chris was going to need all of Jay's help. Jay looked at him like he was crazy.
"Are you fucking kidding? Of course I'm sure!" he cried, a little offended. He was sick of people thinking he couldn't take care of his girlfriend. He had something to prove, and he was going to prove it today. Letting go of his arm, Chris nodded.
"Okay, lets go."
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Paul Levesque smirked arrogantly as he exited the hospital through the main entrance. That had certainly been fun. The look on little Stephanie McMahon's face was priceless. She had been so scared when she'd seen him. Brock had warned him not to go through with that, but he hadn't listened. Lesnar said it would be too risky, too easy for him to get caught. Shows how much Lesnar knows. He laughed as he walked to his car… he had been seen by about eight people, and not one of them said anything to him. He guessed that they either didn't know he was wanted by the police or just didn't know who he was. He had received a few odd glances, but that was it. Then again, that was one of the reasons he moved to this town in the first place… not many people knew who he was. Needless to say, he couldn't stay there anymore… he and Brock were on the run. He had to meet up with Brock so the two of them could get back onto the road. He reached his car, digging around in his pocket and pulling the key out. He turned to look back at the hospital, when he was met with a fist.
"Fuck!" he groaned, leaning down and grabbing his jaw. "What the hell…" He trailed off when he saw who hit him. A very angry, no… incensed looking Jay Reso, and standing right behind him was an equally angry looking Chris Irvine. Shit… he had been caught.
"You thought you'd get away with this didn't you?" Jay asked, fighting extremely hard to keep his composure, but he wasn't doing too well. "You actually THOUGHT you'd get away with this, just like you THOUGHT you'd get away with raping Stephanie!" Paul put his hands up in protest.
"Now Jay, I never…"
"Shut the fuck up!" Jay said dangerously. He moved in a little closer, cutting off the distance between them. Chris just watched for the moment, letting Jay get out what he had to say. "Do you have any idea how much pain you caused her? How much shit you put her through? Do you have any idea how much pain your buddy Brock cause Britney? He killed her baby Paul, did you know that?" he said, emotions getting the best of him. He could almost feel tears pressing at his eyes, but he fought them away. Paul's eyes widened slightly… he had know idea that Brock had killed the baby, or that he even tried to. They hadn't talked about the event at all.
"Look, I'm not responsible for what Brock does. I'm just…"
"Just what? His little monkey?" Chris interjected, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Why the hell would you listen to that piece of trash Paul? You had it made before you started working with Brock. You threw your whole life away to be his second man." Paul's eyes narrowed at Jericho. If it was one thing he absolutely hated to be called, it was a second man.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm no one's second man," he said, glaring at Chris. "So what do you guys want anyway? You gonna beat me up or…"
He was cut off by another fist, once again from Jay. After that, he and Chris were all over him, nailing him left and right with punches. After a few minutes, Levesque slumped down on the side of the car. He brought his hand up to his nose, groaning when he saw blood. Once he was sitting on the ground, Jay and Chris began kicking him, relentlessly stomping into him until he was seeing spots. Paul thought for sure he was going to pass out when he heard a ringing in his ears. Then, as the sound got nearer and nearer, he covered his ears with his hands. Then, his eyes widened… he realized what the noise was.
"Shit!" he screamed. The noise wasn't coming from his ears… it was police sirens. He was caught. He stood slightly as Jay and Chris backed up. Paul's stomach dropped as he saw two armed officers step out of the car.
"Put your hands up!" one of them called.
Figuring there was no way he could escape and no way to attack anyone, he complied. He put his hands above his head and walked out in surrender. Jay and Chris both grinned as they watched the police handcuff Levesque and shove him into the squad car. As his head was pushed into the car, Paul turned back and looked at the two Canadians. He sent them both furious glances, but they didn't care. He was going to jail, and this was probably the last time they'd ever see him, except for maybe on the news. They high-fived, satisfied with their victory. For the first time in the entire weekend, both men genuinely smiled. It seemed like something had finally gone their way. Justice was actually served for once. The two men turned, heading back in the direction of the front door of the hospital. Chris looked up at Jay, curious to see what kind of expression he was wearing. He was a little surprised to see that his friend didn't look to be too happy. You'd think after what had just happened he'd be doing cartwheels.
"Jay, what's wrong? Aren't you happy?" he asked, concern filling his eyes. Jay turned and gave him a small smile.
"Of course I am. I'm just not going to get too excited yet," he said. Chris raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
"Our job… it's only half finished. We still have to get Brock," he stated plainly. Chris shook his head. Jay was a determined little soul. For some reason, Chris had the feeling that Brock Lesnar would get himself caught too, just like Paul had.
"Don't worry about Brock yet Jay. He'll do something stupid just like Paul. Then we'll catch that bastard, beat the shit out of him just like we did his monkey, and then he'll go to jail too. Then we can all do something we've wanted to do since all this shit started," Chris said.
"What's that?" Jay asked.
"Move on with our lives."
Well, here's the next chapter. Damn, I can't believe how long I've made this story. Even though its not over yet, I want to thank everyone who reviewed this story, especially the one's who review a lot. It means the world to me. LOL, but like I said, it's not over yet!!!!!!!
