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Chapter 19

A Friend's Warning

The day before Wrestlemania, Melanie and Brock arrived in Seattle together, but occupied two separate rooms next to each other. Mel decided that it was best if she had left Brock alone to sort things out. He was still upset about his match with Kurt. Stephanie was helping Melanie with her bags when her cell rang. She ignored it.

"Aren't you gonna answer that?" Melanie asked. Stephanie shook her head

"Its just Chris. He keeps asking me if I'll move into his pants." She said Melanie laughed.

"God, what is it with that guy of yours?" Stephanie asked as soon as Melanie finished bringing in her suitcases into her hotel room. She was helping her unpack.

"I don't know Steph, it's like one minute we're kissing and having a great time, and the next minute…" Melanie stopped.

"The next minute," Stephanie interrupted, "he's slamming you head first onto the mat." Melanie finished putting her clothes away and shut the drawer, hard.

"You still on about that? Give it a rest! We were training." Mel said irritably. Steph gently closed another drawer.

"I warned you. I did. I told you he was aggressive and that he thrives on his emotions. You remember?" Melanie clenched her fists.

"Yes! Ok? Yeah, I remember. Ya happy? You were right. Brock is a lot more difficult person to deal with than I thought. He's hostile, destructive, unbalanced…he's over protective and sometimes, he scares me." She shouted. There was a moment of silence between the two women. Melanie continued to sort her belongings as Stephanie looked down at the floor. Mel looked up at her friend.

"But…I love him. I do, I really do." She said, sobbing a little. "No matter what he does to me, or how foul people think he is, I love him. Yeah, we fight. I tell him when he's being an arrogant, cocky little bitch and he tells me when I'm being a pain in the ass. We have a 2 second rebound rate…then we're out pissing each other off again. We have to work really hard for what we have, everyday. But I swear to you, it's worth it." Stephanie slowly collapsed onto a nearby chair. Melanie sighed. "It's worth it." She said again.

"Ok Melanie," Stephanie said after several minutes, "ok, if you wanna waste your time on a lost cause, fine. Be my guest. But don't you dare get yourself hurt in the process. That guy's gonna break your heart. You can't keep living like this you have to get out." Melanie shook her head.

"He just needs some time. He'll get over it. Once he wins the title back, he'll be fine. We'll be fine." Melanie said. Stephanie got up quickly.

"He's like a damn child Mel. Anytime something doesn't go his way, he just takes it out on the closest moving object. You're a victim Mel, and you don't even know it. And if you do, you don't care." She said assertively. "You just sit there and take the abuse and you make up excuses. What this man is doing to you isn't right and by no means justified. Don't wait for the next time he acts up to do something about it, because it might be too late. Get out now." Melanie quickly made her way over to the door and opened it.

"I expected this form some of the nosey little divas, but not you. You're supposed to be my friend." Mel said pointing to the doorway. Stephanie gathered her things and slowly made her way to the door.

"Yeah, we are friends. That's why I'm telling you this. But if you only hear what you wanna hear, then I can't do anything for you. I'm sorry." She said sadly. Stephanie waked out of the room and straight into the hallway where the door slammed shut behind her.

"Hey, ya' got Pac Man?" Brock asked as Chris went searching through his video game collection.

"No." Chris said

"Space Invaders?"

"Nope."

"Ya' got Asteroids?" Brock asked impatiently. Chris looked up.

"Naw, but my cousin does. Can't even sit on the toilet some days." He said shrugging. Brock smirked.

"You know what you're like. You never use one word when ten will do." Chris stood up.

"Are you insinuating that my verbal utterances are unduly complex? Whilst freely admitting a leaning towards loquaciousness, I must nevertheless protest. Oh wait, I do have Pac Man. Mrs. Pac Man!" He said. Chris sat down and began playing.

"Oh, Miss Pac man, I would sex that bow right off your head. Eat those dots you naughty, naughty girl." Chris said. Brock stared at him for several seconds. Chris paused the game and looked back at Brock.

"You know what your problem is?" He started. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Chris ran to the corner of the room and took out a shotgun. Brock stood up in panic.

"How did you get that past security?" He asked. Chris turned towards Brock.

"I smothered it in jello and pudding." He said quietly. "Who's there?" He asked.

"It's Melanie…Chris? Is that you?" She asked from the other side of the door. Chris ignored her.

"Melanie? Melanie who?" Chris asked while loading his gun. Brock groaned and opened the door for her. Chris saw her and put his gun down.

"Oh Melanie! Why didn't you say so? I was gonna blow your head off!" he said enthusiastically. He turned around and sat in the corner without another word. Mel shrugged.

"Anyway. How are you doing Brock?" She asked. He shrugged.

"Alright I guess. Your brother came by my room and he brought his PS2. I couldn't get rid of him." Brock said. Melanie smiled. She looked at him for a moment. At that particular instant, she couldn't see the monster Stephanie was talking about. She saw the same sweet guy she's always known. The one that took her to Chuck E. Cheese last year. The same guy that stood up for her when Heyman was putting her down. He was smiling, and that made her smile. Her thoughts were interrupted when she spotted Chris doing something strange with a little toy doll.

"Chris…what are you doing to that poor doll!" Melanie cried. Chris looked up.

"Why? Jealous?" he said teasingly.

"CHRIS!"

"What?" He asked Melanie. Brock laughed. Chris got up and paraded around the room, lecturing Melanie and Brock.

" Wrestlemania is upon us my friends. It is the night that professional wrestling puts aside its petty jealousies, and brings out its major jealousies." He said. Melanie and Brock played along so that maybe, it would knock the psychosis out of him, but no such luck. Melanie laughed.

"I've been trying to bring him back to reality for years, hasn't worked yet!" Chris turned around.

" Mel, do me a favor. Don't ever confide in me. I'm utterly useless in these areas. I'm really a very self-absorbed man." He said. He then turned toward Brock. "You know those moments when a man makes a decision that'll change his entire life and he steps up to become the hero he was meant to be?" Brock nodded. Chris did as well.

" This isn't one of those moments. Mel? You thinking what I'm thinking?" She shrugged.

"What are he odds of that?" She asked. And with that, Chris exited the room.

"Should we go after him?" Brock asked. Chris began shouting in the hallway. Melanie and Brock peaked their heads out to see him shouting at a very old man.

"Lose the makeup! Get a haircut! And stop using my razor to shave your fun zone!" He screamed. Brock looked at her for an explanation.

" I've heard worse. One time, my older brother Leo farted and Chris threatened to sew his butt-cheeks together. Every time Leo went to pee, you'd hear this whistling sound." She said calmly. Brock's mouth fell open. Melanie continued. "He was a drunk toddler. Eh, it's a long story involving Chris, a rum cake, and a low counter." She looked back at her brother.

"This lipstick does not make me look like a clown…it makes me look like a prostitute who caters exclusively to clowns. Sometimes, I forget I'm a horrible person. But I would never compare you to the gays. I like the gays - I like their music, I like their sense of style, I especially like what they've done with Halloween – but, you are a little girl. That's who you are. But that's really not fair..." Melanie turned toward Brock.

"Err, you wanna go out for dinner?" She asked. Brock took one last look at Chris.

"Don't look at him in the eyes, he might steal your sanity." Melanie warned.

"That was a great dinner Mel." Brock said as they entered Melanie's room. She nodded in agreement. She had been quiet most of the evening. Melanie was searching for the demon inside Brock, but he was just as sweet as ever. Stephanie was wrong about them. Brock closed the door behind them and wrapped his arms around Melanie. They kissed for several minutes. Then, Melanie heard something. You're a victim Mel, and you don't even know it. She quickly broke the kiss and looked around the room. It was completely empty except for Brock and herself.

"Something wrong?" Brock asked. Melanie shook her head. She heard Stephanie's warning echo in her head. Brock put his hands in his pockets. Melanie stared at his hands.

"Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you having a good time?" She asked. Brock smiled.

"Actually, it's a roll of quarters." He said. He took it out. "Laundry day." Melanie giggled.

"I love you Brock Lesnar." Melanie said smiling. Brock grinned

"You only call me by my full name when you're mad or when we're feeling each other up. Baby, are you mad and when are we gonna…" He started. Melanie laughed and dragged him into bed with her.

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