This will probably be the last chapter i write in a while (all together now...aww!) ive hit a writers block...sorta stuck. i know what happens next, generally. but i dont know howto go about describing it! blah! i suck! so enjoy this chapter, cause it may be the last one u read for a while. based on the actual Royal Rumble of 2003, so u know what happens ;)
Chapter 7
The Royal Rumble
"Man, I am one good-lookin' son-of-a-bitch... Don't you ever die." Paul Heyman said gazing at his reflection. Just then, Melanie burst through the door.
"Just wanted to check in, see how your doing…Paulee." Melanie said boldly. Heyman smirked.
"I'm doing just fine Mel. My client just beat Chris Beniot. Did I tell you it was for his WWE title?"
"Yeah, I knew. But did you know that my client won his match against your other patron to win the number 30 spot in the Royal Rumble match tonight?" Melanie questioned sarcastically. Paul Heyman's smile vanished as Melanie continued.
"Brock is heading for Wrestlmania Paul. He's going to win the Rumble and move on. And he's gonna have the pleasure of taking that title back where it belongs. I promised him that, and I promise you that." Paul opened his mouth to speak, but Melanie had already slammed the door behind her.
Paul Heyman opened the door and stormed into the hallway, in search of Kurt Angle. He passed by Stephanie McMahon.She barely had time to identify him.
"Who was that? I wonder what's the matter with him." Stephanie said to Melanie. She shrugged.
"Looks like a stupid asshole to me." Melanie said.
"5…4…3…2…1 BEEP!" The sights and sounds of the Royal Rumble match filled the Fleet Center in Boston Massachusetts. The number 26 entry, Maven rushed into the ring to join the other men competing for a chance to participate in the main event at Wrestlemaina in March. Brock began to make his way to the gorilla position when Melanie stopped him.
"Good luck Brock. You'll do just fine." Melanie said reassuringly. Brock smiled.
" Of course I will, I always do when we're together." Melanie blushed.
"Go get em'."
Moments later, Stephanie McMahon came up to Melanie and Brock.
"Err, Brock, you have to go…now." Brock looked at Stephanie.
"No, I don't I don't have to go out until after the number 29 entry." Brock said. Stephanie shook her head.
"There's been a change. You are the number 29 entry. I decided to make another superstar the number 30 admission. It's no big deal, it's just down one spot." Melanie stepped forward.
"Steph, you can't do that. Brock earned that spot! It's the most sought-after spot in the Rumble match!" Melanie argued. Stephanie shrugged.
"It's out of my hands Mel. It's just one spot. Now hurry up Brock, Batista just came out and he's number 28." Brock looked at Melanie.
"Don't worry Brock. You'll be fine. Just remember what I told you ok?" Melanie said holding Brock's hands." Brock looked down at Melanie and gave her a quick kiss before heading out into the ring.
"3…2…1…BEEP!" Brock Lesnar's music hit and the entire arena exploded with excitement when Lesnar charged into the ring and began tossing men out of the ring, over the top rope. Matt Hardy, Maven, Charlie Haas, Jamal…they all were eliminated at the hands of Brock. Suddenly, the 10 second clock appeared as the countdown began as to who would be the last admission into the rumble. The timer alarm echoed through out the arena. The man that had taken Lesnar's place came out.
"Undertaker? You got Undertaker back?" Melanie asked. The two General Managers were watching the match from backstage.
"Taker said that he wanted to be in the rumble. I had to give it to him. I wanted to go for the surprise factor this year." Stephanie said proudly. Melanie shuddered. Undertaker was going to be a difficult opponent to eliminate. So far, all the men Brock had eliminated had been much smaller than him.
Come on Brock don't give up. You can do it. Melanie thought.
It was down to the final four. Kane, Undertaker, Batista and Brock. Undertaker and Brock gazed at each other. They had a history everyone knew that. In October of the previous year, Brock had defeated Undertaker for the title in a Hell in a Cell match with the help of Paul Heyman. Undertaker hadn't been seen since then. Now, he was back and looking for revenge.
"You need to know something about me boy." Undertaker said over the screaming fans. "I don't forgive, and I sure as hell don't forget." Brock shuddered.
Suddenly, Dave Batista nailed the Undertaker from behind and then Kane went at it with Brock Lesnar. Kicks and punches were exchanged. Brock almost eliminated the Undertaker but changed his plan and helped him back in the ring to give him the F5 but the Undertaker countered it and gave Brock Lesnar a tombstone piledriver in the corner.
"Oh my God." Melanie said quietly.
Back in the ring, it looked as if Undertaker and his brother Kane were working together to eliminate Brock. Unexpectedly, the Undertaker dumped Kane out of the ring and then Dave Batista brought a chair into the ring and the Undertaker knocked it out of his hand and hit him with it. He then elevated him and threw him over the top rope. It was down to Undertaker and his enemy, Brock.
Melanie was on the edge of her seat. She grasped the cushion of the sofa as Brock slowly rose to his feet. Out of nowhere, Brock caught Undertaker off guard, sending him over the top rope to win the Royal Rumble! The bell rang to signal the match's end as Melanie rushed out of the room to celebrate in the ring.
"Here is your winner, Brock Lesnar!" the announcer declared. Melanie ran down the ramp toward Brock, who was standing in the middle of the ring with his head held up high. She jumped into his arms and began kissing him passionately as the crowd cheered. Melanie grabbed his hand and raised it in victory as the two exited the ring together. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Brock turned to Melanie.
"I'm going to Wrestlemaina, aren't I." Brock said, slightly out of breath. Melanie laughed.
"I promised you that you would be. Have I ever let you down?" Melanie asked teasingly. Brock smiled.
"No…no you've never let me down. I would have never gotten here if it weren't for you. For your advice, your care…" Brock's voice trailed off as he took Melanie's hand in his own.
"For your love." Brock said. Melanie held her breath. She didn't know what to say.
" I know I may not say it half as much as I should. Actually, I never told you, have I?" Brock asked. Melanie stood there; startled by the way Brock was talking to her.
"Mel." Brock said into the microphone. The crowd hushed as he spoke. " I love you."
Melanie felt a sudden flow of relief wash over her entire body as Brock spoke those words to her. She felt lightheaded and clam. All this time, she had her doubts for nothing. Maybe their relationship resembled her parents, but there was one difference that her father and Brock had.
Brock loves me. Melanie heard herself say. Daddy didn't, but Brock does. Melanie was consumed in her thoughts when she looked up at Brock.
" I love you too Brock."