Well, this is kinda an important chapter. I worked really hard on it so i hope you guys like it! U ROCK MY SOCKS! okee continue

Chapter 13

A "Raw" Escape

The crowd went wild as Benoit entered the ring. Brock stood at the end of the ramp, awaiting his only partner. He couldn't stop thinking about Edge…and more importantly, Melanie. She looked somewhat preoccupied when he last saw her. Brock shook his head and entered the ring.

Benjamin and Benoit kicked off the match. Not even a minute into the match, Benoit Shelton sailing into the turnbuckle. Benjamin fought back out of the corner and tagged in Charlie Haas. Chris slammed Haas into the turnbuckle and then tagged in Lesnar, who came in and went to work on the member of Team Angle. Suddenly, he spotter Kurt, Lesnar began looking at Kurt the entire time he was destroying Haas. He was playing the mental mind games that Angle had insisted on doing to him.

He whipped him off the ropes and Gorilla pressed him to the mat. Kurt tried to intervene, but got caught by Brock. He went after Angle. He then went back to work on Haas in the corner and nailed him with kicked to the gut.

The match raged on for another 10 minutes. Team Angle had a magnificent display of skill and agility, with mat-based wrestling, submission holds and super kicks. But Lesnar used his strength and power, while Benoit also used his mat-based skills. He even executed a running inzuguri. Suddenly, Chris locked in the Cripple Crossface. Benjamin tried to interfere, but Brock caught him and gave him am F-5. Finally, Chris got Haas to tap out to the Crossface.

"What an amazing match here Cole!" Tazz exclaimed from ringside. Michael Cole nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. We've all seen what Brock can do in the ring. He got the job done, even without his manager at ringside. Maybe he can handle himself in the ring. It'll be a good thing if our General Manager Melanie Halliwell decides to work for Raw part time." Brock was just a few feet away and had heard what Cole said. He charged over to the announcer's table.

"What do you mean…Raw?"

"Something you forgot to tell me Mel?" Brock asked the second he walked into the room. His face was drenched with sweat. Half from the match, half because he was sprinting to his dressing room. Melanie looked up from the magazine she was reading.

"You heard about the Raw thing?" She questioned. Brock nodded.

"Look, it's not a sure thing; it's just an offer from Eric Bischoff." Melanie said calmly. Brock raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"So you wanna leave me for Raw?" He interrogated. Melanie stood up.

"Absolutely not Brock! If you would just listen, maybe you'd know!" She said irritably. Lesnar began rubbing his forehead, murmuring "Go on."

Brock Listened closely as Mel described the terms of the Raw contract, first stating that she would still be working on Smackdown.

"Oh and the contract Bischoff is offering me is a wrestling contract. I could be Women's champion!" She said excitedly. Brock took a deep breath.

"So, you want me to send the love of my life into the snake pit to be mangled and abused by a bunch of whores?" He asked sarcastically. Melanie sighed.

"Brock, this could be a big opportunity for me. I've always wondered what it would be like to wrestle…to have thousands of people chanting your name. People you don't know holding up signs with your catchphrases on them, all singing in unison. They pay money to see you succeed. What it feels like to execute a move and have thousands of people appreciate it. The energy, the adrenaline. To fly off the turnbuckle…" Melanie said dreamingly. Brock interrupted.

"You wanna know what it's like? People jeering you, just because they don't agree with the things you do, or what you're about? Single-finger salutes. To fly off the turnbuckle only to find that your opponent moved out of the way while you were in mid air. Praying that you just make it through the match without any injuries. Hoping that your body will forgive you in 20 years, imagining yourself with a cane at age 35. Not knowing whether you'll ever be the same, If you'll ever be able to play with your kid's cause you're crippled. The feeling you get when you hear that snap or crack inside you…" Brock said depressingly. Melanie stared at him.

"Is that what you think about when you're in the ring?" She whispered. Brock nodded.

"I think about you." Melanie sat back down and slumped in her seat. "Which is why I don't wanna have to worry about you more than I have to." She sat up abruptly.

"Since when? Brock, You don't realize how long I've been involved in this business. I'm a fourth generation employee of WWE. I know how it works, I've seen it. I know the hardships that come with the job. And the fact that you don't think I can handle it…" Brock interrupted her again.

"You can't handle it! I'm supposed to take care of you and sending you to Raw would defeat that purpose. You're much safer here on Smackdown." Melanie turned her head.

"Brock, save it. I already made my decision." She said firmly. Melanie began gathering her things. Brock stood up as she made her way towards the exit.

"Melanie, you will not go to Raw." He said firmly. Melanie slowly turned around and looked at him. Brock clenched his fists. "I forbid it." He whispered. Melanie hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder.

"I didn't ask for your permission. I told you my position. Don't confuse the them." And with that, she stormed out of the arena in Brock's car.

It had taken a few hours and a lot of autographs to get home that night. Brock entered the poorly lit room as the clock struck 2:00am. It had been an exhausting night. He played the conversation over and over in his head. He specifically told her his wishes and she just blew up in his face. Brock stubbed his toe on the kitchen table.

"Ouch! Shit!" He whispered. He knew if he disturbed Melanie while she was sleeping, she was going to be even more pissed off then she already was. Through the darkness, he spotted a packet on the table that read Raw Roster Contract. At the bottom of the last page, was Melanie's signature as well as Raw general manager Eric Bischoff's. His blood began to boil. She deliberately disobeyed him. Maybe she was getting some sort of sick pleasure out of it. Brock quickly entered the bedroom to confront his girlfriend.

As soon as Brock entered the room, his mood rapidly changed. Melanie appeared to be sleeping, her chest moving up and down slowly and softly. Brock moved closer, still not wanting to wake her. A box of tissues sat on the nightstand next to her and a few on the bed. One was still in her hand. He slowly got into bed with her and carefully removed the tissue from her hand. It was still moist. Brock looked down at her. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were red, her eyes were puffy. She had been crying, no more than a half hour ago.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. She didn't move. They had a fight…so what? Doesn't mean he doesn't love her.

"You were right today Melanie. Just because you stood up for what you thought was right, doesn't make me love you any less than I do now." He said quietly. She began to stir, but then settled in another sleeping position.

"Actually," he started again, "it makes me…love you more." Brock said, surprising himself. Again, she didn't move. Brock assumed she was really sleeping. "Good night baby." He whispered.

The sound of Brock's breathing filled the room several seconds after. Melanie slowly opened her eyes and smiled.

tehe, nice little twist. Tell me what you think?