PART 5
THE NEXT DAY
Britney walked through the hallways of the arena, searching for someone's locker room. A locker room belonging to a certain 6'5", 294 pound asshole. The blonde woman had talked to Nicole the night before after she and Adam returned to the hotel. After some prying, she got what had happened out of her friend. Nicole had told her that Brock Lesnar had come to the room and apologized for Paul Heyman's actions. Then, a little while into the apology, he took it all back and basically laughed in her face about it. If there was one thing that pissed Britney off to no end, it was people like that… especially when the people were messing with her best friend. Finally, she came across a room that had a sign on it reading 'Brock Lesnar.' Taking a deep breath, she planted her feet on the floor and firmly knocked on the door. She silently hoped that Paul Heyman wasn't there… it would be much easier to talk to Brock without that slime around. She watched as the door slowly creaked open, and Brock Lesnar appeared.
"What do you want?" he asked, eyes narrowing down at her. Britney rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Let me in, I need to talk to you," she said pointedly. Brock raised an eyebrow at her, backing up and letting her in. Shutting the door, he turned to face her again.
"I repeat, what do you want?" he questioned, his tone not as firm this time.
"I want to know what the hell is wrong with you," she stated plainly. Brock sat down on the couch, crossing his arms as he waited for her to continue. "Nickie has done nothing to you since the day you got here… why the hell are you gonna go and be an asshole to her?"
"Because I hate both of you," he said, looking away. He glanced back for a second, wincing slightly as he noticed the hurt look in her eyes. She wasn't going to make it easy for him to be an asshole.
"But why? We never did anything to you," she said, almost sadly. Brock looked away again. Damn it, it would be so much easier to be an asshole to these girls if they weren't so damn nice and cute. Sighing, Brock ran his hand over the top of his head.
"Look, why can't you just accept the fact that I don't like you guys? I don't need a reason, I just DON'T," he said, standing up and moving closer to her. He was hoping maybe he could intimidate her enough to make her decide to leave. Britney looked up, seeing Lesnar moving towards her. She shifted as she leaned against the wall, not afraid of him in the least.
"Brock, I don't think you know who you're messing with," she replied sternly, glaring up at him. Brock let out a short laugh.
"Oh yeah, and who is it exactly that I'm messing with?" he asked, eagerly awaiting her response.
"Me," she answered, causing him to again raise an eyebrow. "Nicole might take the shit you say to her and not say anything back, but I won't. I don't why the hell you insist on listening to that fat bastard Paul Heyman, but I seriously suggest you knock it off!"
"Don't get cocky with me you little bitch," he said, causing her eyes to at first widen, but then narrow even more. "Look, I'll do whatever I damn well please. I don't know why you're so intent on separating Heyman and me, but it won't work. Just drop it and get the hell out of my locker room." Shaking her head, Britney walked to the door, deciding to give up for now.
"Fine, I'll leave. Just think about what I said, please," she requested quietly, opening the door to leave. Brock crossed his arms against his muscular chest.
"Why should I?" he asked, eyeing the young woman as she stepped out into the hall. She turned back once more, glancing at him sadly.
"Because I know you aren't really like this. Because I know that you don't really want to listen to Heyman. Most importantly, because you're hurting people Brock," she said, turning and walking away from the room. After she was gone, Brock's gaze dropped. She was right, he *was* hurting people, people he felt deep down didn't deserve to be hurt. Still, he had to be this way. He had only been in WWE for a few months and he was already going to win the WWE Championship. The Minnesota native knew that the only reason this was happening was because of the good word Paul Heyman was putting in for him. He had to stay this way, be mean to people he knew were nothing but nice… he had no choice.
LATER THAT AFTERNOONBritney and Nicole sat in Stephanie McMahon's office, waiting for the brunette to arrive. They had requested a meeting with her so they could talk about the issues they were having with Paul Heyman. After a few moments, Stephanie entered the room, taking a seat behind her oak desk. She looked at the two girls sitting in front of her, folding her hands on the desk.
"Okay guys, what's up?" she asked, eyeing the two women curiously.
"Well, we…" Britney started, her mouth dropping open when the door opened and Paul Heyman entered the room, taking a seat next to her.
"Sorry I'm late Steph," he said, settling himself into the chair. "Hi girls," he said sweetly. Britney scowled at him.
"What is he doing here?" she asked, whipping her head back to face her cousin. Stephanie's eyes widened slightly at the anger in her little cousin's eyes. She hoped she wouldn't be *too* mad at her for bringing Paul into the meeting too.
"I figured since he was half of the issue I should bring him in too. It's better to have both sides in the room when you're trying to resolve a problem Brit," she said. Britney rolled her eyes… she loved Stephanie to death, but sometimes she treated her like such a little kid, which was odd since they were only three years apart.
"Great idea," she stated dryly, leaning back in her chair. Stephanie shook her head and then focused on all three of them.
"Okay, what seems to be the problem here?" she asked, shifting her gaze between the three people sitting in front of her.
"This asshole," Britney said angrily, pointing a finger at Heyman, "has been bothering us for months Steph. He follows us around, stares at us, called our hotel room… he even followed us last night when we went for a walk." Stephanie's eyes narrowed as she looked over at Paul.
"Is that true?" she asked sternly, awaiting an answer. If all this was the case, she had suddenly found herself a list of reasons to kick Paul off the creative team.
"Well… yes, but I can explain!" he said quickly, an idea suddenly springing to his mind. Stephanie sat back a little in her seat.
"Well? Explain then!" she said, crossing her arms in front of her.
"You see," Heyman said, taking a deep breath, "a little while ago, an idea came to me about a storyline… one involving these girls. And, see, I was thinking that if we found a guy that they were close too, he would want to defend the girls from me and then he and Brock could have a nice match. I just figured that I would watch the girls a little more closely… you know, observe them, if you will. Maybe I went a little too far for something that would only last one show, but who knows? Maybe it could stretch into a whole feud! That way, I can pinpoint their best qualities and then bring the ideas to the writing team!" When he was done, he smiled, secretly satisfied with his last minute response. Britney shifted her gaze to her cousin, looking at her in surprise when the Smackdown GM seemed to be in thought.
"You know, now that I think I about it, you have a pretty good idea Paul," Stephanie said, nodding in approval. Britney looked at her like she was crazy. She looked over at Nicole, trying to see what her reaction was. She knew her best friend wouldn't say anything… she always did clam up and get shy at times like this, so she spoke for both of them.
"Are you fucking crazy? Steph, I don't believe you're even considering this bullshit idea!" she cried, staring at her cousin in amazement. She thought back to what Paul said. "...observe them, if you will." Observe my ass. Ogling is more like it.
"Britney, be quiet. Seriously, Paul," she said, turning to Heyman and ignoring her cousin. "I've really been wanting to give Edge a push lately. Everyone knows he's good friends with Britney and Nicole… they've teamed up numerous times… this would be a great way to give him that push, especially if we turn this into a full fledged feud. What do you think Paul?" Britney threw her hands in the air, finding it unbelievable that she actually bought into Heyman's shit. She looked over at Nicole, who had suddenly become fascinated with the floor.
"Come on Nic, we're out of here," she said, grabbing her hand and storming out of the room. Stephanie shook her head, knowing that just like any other time she was pissed, Britney would get over it and move on.
"Anyway," she said, turning back to Heyman, "what do you think of that? Putting Edge in as the guy that defends them?" When she opened up her laptop, probably to type up the idea, Heyman smiled sardonically. He stood, preparing to exit the room.
"Believe me Stephanie when I say that it's one of the best ideas I've heard in a long time."
Okay, here's the next chapter. Hope you guys like it… review please!!!!! Thanks!!!!! **Britney and Nicole