Again, sorry for the indenting issues. I like this chapter. it really has not point the farther into it you read. Its only to say the main event, then its just casual chilling after that. mellow really. ENJOY!

Chapter 4

Lashing Out

Three days before The Royal Rumble and Brock was visibly on edge.

"How the hell am I gonna pull this off Mel?" Brock asked. "I got Heyman, Show and Kurt on my back. You expect me to win the Royal Rumble under these circumstances?" Melanie got up and lightly kissed him on the lips.

"Look Brock, if anyone can do this, it's you. We'll find a way, I promise."

Later that night, General Manager Stephanie McMahon came out with an announcement.

"My co- general manager has come up with an idea for a main event for tonight." She said proudly. The crowd cheered loudly as Stephanie continued. " Tonight, in this very ring. It's gonna be one member of Team Angle versus Brock Lesnar." The crowd cheered wildly as the announcement was made.

"That's not all." Stephanie said. "If Brock Lesnar is victorious in this match, he will face Big Show at The Royal Rumble. He'll want to win that match, because both Big Show and Brock will be fighting for a chance at becoming the coveted number 30 entry at the Royal Rumble. Beat that Bischoff!" She said excitedly.

Backstage, Melanie was explaining the stipulation to Brock.

"All you have to do is win you're match tonight against one of the members of Team Angle. Then if you win that, you'll go to the Royal Rumble this Sunday and face Big Show. And if you win that, you will be given the number 30 entry into the Royal Rumble match itself. And if you win that then you will go on into the main event at Wrestlemania against the champion, possibly Kurt Angle. You could get your revenge and once again become the WWE champion!" she said breathlessly. Brock stared at her.

"That's all I have to do?" He asked sarcastically. Melanie sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I got this for you. I convinced Steph to make these matches. You can take it or you can leave it." Mel said quietly. Brock groaned.

"Sounds hard." He said. Melanie pulled his face closer to her own.

"It's supposed to be hard. If it weren't hard, everyone would do it. The hard... is what makes it great." Brock smiled. Her words were always encouraging.

"By the way," Melanie said while getting up. "Something important has just happened. I was in the toilet reading my contract, and it turns out, I get a bonus if you become the WWE champion. So you better be strong, be smart and use your head." She said smirking.

Ok maybe her words weren't always encouraging, but she was damn hot. Brock smiled.

"That's that lump three feet above my ass, right, Mel?" She turned around and placed her hands on her hips.

"Some more prominent than others, there, babe."

Sable and Torrie Wilson were chatting in the girl's locker room when Melanie entered the room.

"What if at a key moment during the match my, my top bursts open and, uh, oops, my breasts come flying out? That, that might draw a crowd, right?" Sable asked Torrie. Torrie shrugged. Melanie walked between the two women to grab her things. She turned toward Sable.

"You think there is a man in this country who haven't seen your breasts?" Sable sneered as Melanie left the room.

"I hate that stupid whore. Who the hell does she think she is?" Sable said. Torrie shrugged.

"Cut her some slack Sable, she's been involved with the business longer than most of us combined. She knows what she's doing." Torrie said in Melanie's defense. Sable groaned.

" I bet she does. She's only getting her way because she's bending the rules for Brock. No wonder. He just wants her because she's doing all the work for him. I bust my ass every night and what do I have to show for it?" Torrie shrugged again.

"Well, you did leave the business a few years back and you did try to sue Mr. McMahon and the WWE." Torrie said.

"Minor details Torrie. Watch your mouth" Sable threatened. Torrie sighed as Sable continued.

"Mel's gonna get what's coming to her sooner or later. Brock will see her for who she really is. If sleeping with a higher authority is what I have to do to get noticed around here, than maybe I should sleep with Melanie."

Torrie stared at Sable as she stormed out of the room, not noticing Melanie standing outside the doorway.

It was Saturday afternoon. In a little over 24 hours, Brock Lesnar would be at the arena facing Big Show to determine whether he was going to be in the Royal Rumble match or not. The loser wouldn't be in the Rumble match at all. Stephanie, Hunter, Melanie and Brock were walking around the busy streets of Philadelphia.

"Welcome to sunny, downtown Philly." Melanie said.

"Are you joking Mel? This place is a dump!" Stephanie said. Melanie rolled her eyes.

"My acts of sarcasm just fly over your head don't they Steph?"

"Yeah, they do." Stephanie said. They four of them laughed. Stephanie's cell rang and she picked it up. Brock was carrying a hot cup of coffee in one hand and holding Melanie's hand in the other. He had won his match on Thursday against one of the members of Team Angle (Benjamin) and Brock just wanted to relax and have some time to spend with Melanie. She insisted that they bring Stephanie and her ex husband, Hunter along with them. He was the World Heavyweight Champion of Raw. Just then his thoughts were interrupted when Steph hung up.

"Is everything ok Steph?" Hunter asked.

"Just a friend. She's getting divorced." She said sadly. Melanie sighed.

"Aww, had she ever been married before?"

" Well, let me think…yeah, twice."

"Any children?"

"One of them was yeah."

The four of them broke out laughing again. Stephanie stopped herself.

"Aww, crap. Now I feel bad. Look over there." Stephanie said pointing to a church across the street. Melanie and Brock shrugged in unison.

"So?" Brock said.

"So… I have to go confess my sins. Come with me you guys." Stephanie pleaded.

"Sure we'll come Steph." Melanie said placing her hands on her shoulder.

" Hell no, I'm not going in there." Hunter said. Brock nodded in agreement.

"Mel, I'm spiritual, but I'm not religious." Brock said quietly. Melanie raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell does that mean?" She asked. Brock groaned.

"You know what? I don't even know what I mean. Let's just get it over with ok?"

Inside the church, Hunter had volunteered to go first. Inside the confessional, the priest listened to Triple H speak.

" I really don't have any regrets, well except with my ex wife. She was great and all but it just didn't work out. That's all I gotta say." Triple H said quickly. The priest nodded.

"Are you sure my son?" He asked quietly. "Is that all you have to say to God?" Hunter rolled his eyes.

"Uh, Lord, hallowed be Thy name. May my fist be swift; may my pedigrees be mighty; may my balls... be plentiful. Lord, I'd just like to thank you for that waitress in South Bend. You know who she is - she kept calling your name. And God…" Triple H paused, thinking about Stephanie and Melanie.

"These are good girls, and they work hard. Just help them see it all the way through. Okay, that's it."

Hunter was pacing back and forth. Brock sat in a pew, looking at the stained glass art that surrounded the church. Melanie sat with him holding his hand. Stephanie had been in confession for 15 minutes. Suddenly, a loud thud is heard from inside the confessional. The three of them looked up.

"Damn, that's the second time he dropped that bible since she's been in." Brock said. Melanie began giggling frantically. Just then, Stephanie casually walked out of the confessional as the priest comes out after her, looking very shocked and overwhelmed. Melanie left Brock's side and walked up to Stephanie.

"Steph, what did you say to the priest?" Melanie whispered. Stephanie kneeled down and placed her hands together, making the sign of the cross on herself smiling.

"Everything."