Little background story here. Sable is in this, i poke fun at her, because i can and we live in america. as always R&R

Chapter 17

Paling in comparison

Smackdown came from Bridgeport, Connecticut that night. The main event was Brock Lesnar against Paul Heyman. The crowd roared as the cage was slowly lowered down to the ring in preparation for the match.

Brock was walking down the hallway towards the gorilla position with Melanie trailing behind him when Brock stopped short. Melanie ran into him.

"Ouch! Brock why did you-" Melanie started. She didn't have to finish her sentence. Sable was standing in front of Brock with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a leather body suit and was slowly twirling her long, blonde hair.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck on your match tonight against Paul. He's a tough competitor." She said seductively. Brock sighed.

"No, uh… he really isn't. I'm just out there to get some revenge." He said. Sable shrugged.

"In any event, I just want you to be really careful out there. It could be dangerous and-" Sable took a step closer to Brock, placing her palms on his chest. "I don't want you to get hurt." She whispered. Brock held his breath as Melanie stepped forward.

" Hey Sable. Who are you doing here?" She asked. Sable sneered

"Oh. Hello Mel. I was just here to tell you guys that I just won my bikini contest!" Sable said grinning. Brock shifted nervously as Melanie grimaced. She turned to walk in the other direction when she turned to face Brock.

"Oh Brock, do you remember when we spent those four amazing hours in the hot tub together after you won the WWE title for the first time at Summerslam last year?" Sable asked angelically. Brock felt Melanie's gaze shift form Sable to him.

"Uhh, ye... no." He said nervously. Sable shrugged.

"Well this is so much better than that. Excuse me; I have some shopping to do." She said. She twirled around and headed for the exit. Melanie continued to stare at Brock.

"Hot…tub?" She asked. Brock exhaled.

"We'll talk about it later." He said reassuringly. Stephanie came up from behind them.

"Sorry Mel, you can't go with him. Brock said no interference, that mean from you too." She said. Melanie nodded. Brock leaned over to kiss Melanie when she turned her head. He paused and sighed and then kissed her cheek. He continued down the hallway, scratching his head.

"Why's he scratching his head for?" Stephanie asked. Melanie crossed her arms.

" I don't know. I don't really think I care. In any case, it must be a nice vacation for his balls."

Melanie didn't bother to watch the match. She already knew that Brock would win without any problems. She found her brother, once again, stalking Stephanie.

"My little cousin is studying the LSAT's so, I can't really go out with you this weekend." Stephanie said as gently as she could. Chris nodded.

"Melanie had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your..."

"CHRIS!" Melanie shouted. He jumped.

"You know what your problem is? You're a stupid butt-head." Chris said calmly. Melanie gasped.

"No one's called me a butthead since kindergarten." She said plainly. Chris laughed.

"Maybe not to your face."

"CHRIS!" Melanie shouted again. Melanie shook her head. It wasn't worth fighting her brother. She had more important things on her mind. She sat next to Stephanie and told her what had happened.

"What does Sable got that you don't…three tits!" Melanie said, a little loudly. She sighed.

"Oh wait... I thought you knew!" Stephanie said afterwards. Melanie groaned.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Brock and Sable used to be a couple. Umm, I think it was in May or so that they started. Yeah, then they broke up just before you started working as his manager." She said. Melanie inhaled deeply.

"I have to talk to him." She said solemnly. Stephanie nodded and got up with Melanie.

"You're right. Here, you're gonna need this."

"Your scrunchie?" She asked as Steph wrapped it around Mel's wrist. She nodded.

"My lucky scrunchie. It helped me pass Spanish." Steph said proudly. Melanie moaned.

"You passed Spanish because you gave Professor Montoya a lap dance after the final." She said bluntly. Stephanie smiled.

"Yeah... Luckily!"

Melanie waited patiently as everyone left the building. She calmly entered Brock's dressing room just as he was about to leave.

"Hey Brock. So, you wanted to talk?" She said. Brock looked up.

"Err, yeah, I guess I did. Um, you better sit down." He said. Mel sat on the couch and tolerantly waited for an explanation and Brock began pacing.

"Err, well yeah. Ok. I met Sable when I first started working here and then, umm. We got close and then we…uh, decided to go out." He said. Melanie nodded. She wasn't satisfied.

"Anything else?" Melanie interrogated. Brock shook his head.

"No, not really. We broke up before you started working here." He said, emphasizing 'before'. Melanie nodded again.

"So, did you guys…" Melanie started. Brock stammered.

"I…I don't really remember. Uh, I have the right to remain silent?" He said helplessly. Melanie sat up.

" You do have the right to remain silent. What you lack is the capacity. Now spill." Brock moaned.

"YES! Ok. Happy? Yes! We… you know. And I'm not gonna lie, I liked it!" He confessed. Melanie slumped in her seat. She was expecting him to say that it was the most horrible relationship he had ever been in. Instead, he was confessing that he liked her better. Melanie got up to leave. Brock grabbed her.

"But," He started, "my relationship with her is nothing compared to what I have with you. I was just with her for the nightly perks." He said. Melanie frowned.

"Nightly?" She asked. Brock moaned.

"Not the point. The point is I never loved her. I told you that I've never felt this way about anybody and that's true. My feelings for you are very real. Sable's my past. I have you here, now." He said. She couldn't help but smile.

"I'm glad you came clean with me. Otherwise I was gonna give you the Bob Barker treatment." Melanie said giggling. Brock's smile vanished as Melanie continued. "I just want you to be honest with me ok?" Brock nodded.

"Yeah ok. In that case…I was married once before." He said.

"WHAT?" Melanie shouted.

"It was nothing, honey, a drunken Vegas thing." Brock said quickly. Melanie smacked Brock.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Huh? Is it!" She shouted. She paused for a few seconds.

"What's her name and social security number?" She said, taking out a pen and paper. Brock grabbed her hands.

"No, baby, you're not gonna kill her."

"Fine. Fine, ok I'm ok. Thanks for being honest. Now I gotta get out of this building before I go crazy." Melanie said lightheartedly. Just then, the door burst open. Chris was wearing Rico's make up, singing.

"Yoooou looook sooooo…good to meeee!" Chris said. Melanie sighed.

"Too late."

haha i liked that part. you know what to do...