Maybe if this were a normal Thursday night, Melanie would have walked through the back entrance of the arena and greeted the backstage crew with a friendly hello and a smile as they settled into the production room. If this were just like any Smackdown, Melanie would have made her way to her mini office to get the papers she needed to deliver. But this was no ordinary Thursday night, and this wouldn't be a normal Smackdown. She marched straight up to Brock Lesnars dressing room door and pushed it open.
"Mr. Heyman, will you excuse us for a moment? I need to discuss a few things with out client." Melanie said softly. Paul began to protest, but Brock insisted that they speak in private. Heyman got up and slammed the door behind him.
This was it. It was just Brock here. No interruptions, no cameras. Now was her chance. She was going to keep her cool. The verbal abuse was going to end. Now.
"I have something to say in regards to the events of last week." Melanie began. Brock nodded. He seems calm. Maybe this was a test. She continued.
"Your actions last week against Rey Mysterio were not justified." Brock nodded, "I know. But I plan on making things right." Lesnar said. Melanie interrupted him.
"No. I don't think you understand. I spent the better part of the night giving you advice." She said raising her voice.
"Yes but," Brock began.
"No, you didn't bother listening!" Mel said.
"Listen to me! I spoke to the General Manager and I asked for a rematch!" Brock said quickly before she could interrupt again.
"You were irresponsible and, wait what did you say?" Melanie questioned. Brock had arrived before Heyman and asked Stephanie for a rematch with Mysterio. Only this time, Paul would be banned form ringside. Melanie would take his place.
She stood quietly in front of Brock. This was not what she expected. There was supposed to be confrontation, yelling, arguing, and Melanie was supposed to win! What happened?
Leaving Heyman behind at the snack table, both Melanie and Brock made their way toward the curtain. The roar of the fans grew louder and louder. She had never been in front of thousands of people in years. The very thought of it made her sick. She heard Brock murmuring under his breath. Keep it mat based, don't let him gain momentum, watch for his counters, keep it mat based over and over again. Melanie couldn't help but smile. Lesnars music began and he took a deep breath. He went through the curtains first. A voice came on the microphone.
"And his opponent, accompanied by his manager Melanie Halliwell, from Minneapolis Minnesota, weighing in at 295 pounds, he is the WWE champion… Brock Lesnar!"
Melanie found a slit in the curtain. She slipped her fingers through the gap and pulled them aside. A series of bright lights blinded her as she stepped forward onto the stage. She held her breath…
Melanie smiled as Brock countered yet another one of Mysterios Moves. He was using her advice. She felt so proud as Brock slammed his opponent to the mat. Even the ringside announcers were taking notice.
"Lesnars on fire tonight Cole! Definitely an improvement from last week." Tazz said. Michael Cole nodded in agreement.
"You said it partner, must be that new manager of his, Ms. Halliwell."
Melanie Blushed
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Mysterio executed his finishing move. Melanie began to panic as Rey went for the pin. 1…2… Brock brought his shoulder up. The referee called a 2 count. Brock was still in this match… for now.
Melanie breathed a sigh of relief, but panicked once again as she caught sight of what Brock was looking at. There, sitting next to the announcer's table, was a steel chair. Brock continued to stare at it. It was the key to victory.
Mysterio was on the other side of the ring, taunting. Melanie stood at the corner where Brock was struggling to get up.
"Hand me the chair Mel." Brock said in a raspy voice. Melanie shook her head.
Remember what we talked about? Don't go and get yourself disqualified! We worked so hard!" Melanie pleaded.
Brock tore his stare away form the chair toward Melanie. She was begging him. Brock looked into her eyes. She believed in him. He never saw anyone look at him that way before. Her eyes were filled with trust and faith and…
Rey came running up from behind, but Lesnar dodged out of the way. The crowd rose from their seats. Mysterio struggled to get to his feet. Suddenly, Brock lifted Rey onto his shoulders and hit his finisher, the F-5. Brock hooked Rey's leg. The ref went down for the count.
ONE…TWO…THREE!
And just like that, Brock Lesnar had his hand raised in victory. Melanie entered the ring to celebrate. The crowd cheered as Brock took center stage. But the celebration was cut short. Brock's eyes grew wide; Melanie whirled around just in time to see a massive fist make contact with her head. She stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. The arena turned into a swirl of faces and bright lights, as Melanie lay motionless on the ground. Then darkness.
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