Chapter 3

He Lies…Cheats…and steals (not a Guerrero)

Stephanie invited Melanie to her office to watch the match. Several minutes later when Melanie arrived, Kurt Angle was in the room, talking with Stephanie.

"Look Ms.Mcmahon, I don't have a problem with gays. In fact, gay people love me! Everyone loves me… I'm fricken adorable!" Kurt said, throwing his hands in the air. Stephanie shrugged.

"Well then, you won't have any problems facing Billy Gunn next week." Kurt stormed out of the room, muttering to himself. Melanie turned the TV on, as the bell for Lesnar's match rang.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with him." Stephanie said sitting next to Mel.

"Me either." Melanie said. Stephanie looked puzzled.

"I'm talking about Lesnar…sorry. I mean you were talking about Kurt Angle right? You…don't…know…with…Kurt." Melanie stammered. Stephanie tilted her head to the side. Melanie groaned. "Never mind, I better shut up."

The match raged on for several minutes. Brock hadn't applied any of the techniques Melanie told him prior to the match. The more she watched, the more frustrated she became. He was loosing and she just wasted her time. Just then Rey Mysterio whipped Brock into the corner, knocking down the referee. Mysterio was on the ground holding his head. The maneuver had taken a lot out of him. The camera changed angles and captured a shot of Paul Heyman sliding a steel chair into the ring toward Brock. Melanie leaned forward. He wasn't going to… he couldn't… after all she told him, he wouldn't do it.

Brock grabbed the chair and hit Rey Mysterio over the head several times. Paul Heyman smiled as Brock threw the evidence. The referee began to stir as Lesnar covered Mysterio. ONE…TWO…THREE. The match was over and Brock's hand was raised in victory.

Yep… he did it

Melanie got up. "I have to go." She said heading toward the door. Stephanie began to protest, but Melanie slammed the door behind her

Most of the wrestlers had left as Brock continued to celebrate his victory with Heyman. He turned to his manager smirking.

"I juzz wanted to say thank you Paulee… ya really helped me out tonight against the infamous spinning masked midget form Taco Land." Brock laughed, clearly drunk.

"He's from Mexico wise guy." Melanie said, tapping him on the shoulder. Brock whirled around, but found no one in sight.

"Huh? Izz dat you God?" Brock said looking around

"Down here" Melanie said, grabbing him by the cheeks, lowering his face down to eye level. Then she exploded.

"You didn't listen to what I told you before! I told you not to let him gain speed and you were just whipping him all over the ring!" Mel said raising her voice. Paul started giggling, nudging Brock in the ribs. Melanie rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean. Mysterio deserved a fair match. We already discussed this! One of these days you gonna have to wrestle someone who's really going to challenge you. A chair won't…Brock are you listening?" Melanie said. He was staring at her again. The lights were on, but no one was home. Melanie exhaled.

"I may not be some tough chick, or street smart, but at least I know not to be that dumb!" She said shoving Brock. He lost his balance for a moment, but regrouped just as Melanie pulled out of the parking lot.

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