IM ALMOST DONE! this is the Lesnar/Angle match with a few little twists. hope you like it. Plz R&R as usual. ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO!
Chapter 22
Live for the Moment
"Brock's really doing well so far." Melanie said. She was in the trainers room and had just finished begin treated for her injuries form earlier that night. The Women's title sat beside her as she and Stephanie observed the match from a small monitor. Brock had a rough start, but as the match continued, he looked more comfortable. Melanie adjusted the ice pack on her knee. It had swollen about 3 times its normal size and has turned a few curious colors. It had finally settled on black in the past few minutes. She sighed. Injuries were never easy; Melanie had witnessed this in the past. She had seen other wrestlers fall apart while rehabilitating. She could only hope that she wouldn't suffer the same fate, as well as Brock.
Brock had countered yet another one of Kurt Angle's intricate maneuvers. Melanie smiled. This was going extremely well.
"You son of a bitch, I hate you!" Brock hissed as he threw Kurt from one end of the ring to the other. The crowd cheered loudly as Brock gained more momentum. Brock charged at Angle, but Kurt got up and nailed Brock with shots to the face and then raked the eyes. Brock grabbed his face as Kurt began taunting in the middle of the ring. Brock looked up at his opponent. The mere sight of him disgusted Lesnar. Angle quickly turned his attention to Brock and placed him in a headlock on the mat. Brock slowly began to power out of it, but then Kurt modified the hold into more of a battened chokehold. Brock grimaced in pain.
"Tap! C'mon, tap!" Kurt screamed loudly. Brock shook his head. He did not come this far to submit. He slowly got up with Kurt Angle still holding the submission. The crowd cheered in delight and amazement as Brock slammed Kurt's back into the turnbuckle several times. Slowly at first, then faster and faster.
" One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" The crowd chanted. Finally, Brock released Angle. He went over to the opposite corner to catch his breath, plotting his next move. He felt a warm, soft touch to his arm. Brock looked down. It was Sable. She had made her way over to ringside to watch the match. She smiled seductively. Brock lost his focus for a moment. What's Sable doing at ringside? Brock thought.
His question was rapidly answered when he felt a sharp pain in his groin. He turned around to see a satisfied look on Angle's face. He quickly bounced back and hit a German suplex on Lesnar and then nailed him with the high knee to the back. The crowd booed mercilessly as Sable shrugged at her "mistake." Brock grabbed the rope to pull himself up, but Kurt kicked him back down. The boos quickly turned into cheers. Brock looked over to ringside. Sable was screaming in pain as another was pummeling her. She stood up. It wasn't the person Brock had expected.
"See if you wanna ruin my main event now you stupid little bitch!" Stephanie McMahon screamed at the top of her lungs. She gave Sable one final kick to the stomach and brushed herself off. Stephanie was a lady, and if she was gonna kick someone's ass, she was going to do it with class. Stephanie turned her attention in the direction of Brock, who was still on the ground holing his groin. He blinked once. She smiled and winked.
"Melanie sends her love." She said simply. Brock grinned as his boss made her way up the ramp, dragging Sable by her long blonde hair behind her. Kurt had his back to Brock. He seized Angle and nailed a spinebuster out of pure desperation. Brock signaled for an F-5. The end was near. He picked up Kurt and executed the F-5. Brock went for the pin.
1…2… Kurt Angle kicked out. Brock sat up quickly. The bell hadn't ringed, no one's theme song was playing. The crowd fell silent at what they had just witnessed. For the first time since Brock Lesnar introduced the maneuver, someone kicked out of the match-ending F-5. There was a period where Brock just sat there, dumbfounded. Out of nowhere, Kurt Angle took hold of Brock's ankle and began twisting it. He applied on the Ankle lock successfully, but Brock quickly broke free and hit the F-5 yet again. Every muscle in his body wanted to pin Kurt, but somehow, he didn't think that would do. Brock had to think outside the box if he wanted to win. He had to do something different. Something unpredictable…something extreme.
Brock looked around the ring for inspiration and found it. He climbed the turnbuckle, nearly loosing his balance. The crowd cheered violently as Brock settled himself on the top rope. This was certainly unprecedented for Brock.
I'm almost 300 fricken pounds…what the hell am I doing on the top rope? Do I know any moves?
Brock looked down at Kurt's fallen corpse. It laid there lifelessly. The crowd was cheering, the lights were burning brightly. The owner of the business, the board to Directors and his girlfriend were all anticipating his next move. This was Wrestlemania. The one pivotal moment in the match where one wrestler decides to seize the moment so it will echo forever.
He jumped, attempting a back flip in midair. He didn't know how to properly execute the move he was never trained. But he took a chance. He saw the lights, the crowd then the canvas. Wait, he's not supposed to see the canvas. Brock began to panic. His head made contact with the mat. A sharp pain shot through his head, then his neck and it traveled through his entire back. Kurt had moved out of the way the last second. The crowd gasped.
It was hot, extremely hot. The pain in his head was deadening. The arena slowly began to spin. Brock felt an arm fall across his chest. Kurt was trying to capitalize on his mistake. Brock felt dazed. He heard the referee count.
1…2…Brock brought his shoulder up. Brock's intuition kicked in. he did the only thing he knew would work. Despite the throbbing pain in his head, he kicked Kurt and delivered the third F-5 of the night. He collapsed onto Kurt.
1…2…3! The bell rang.
"Here is your winner, and the new WWE champion…Brock Lesnar!" the announcer said. Brock struggled to stand up. The crowd erupted as Brock looked up. With the aid of Stephanie McMahon, Melanie limped into the ring to Brock's side. She had the women's title around her waist. Melanie grabbed the belt from the referee and slowly gave it to Brock, who looked at it. He grabbed it and smiled.
"Right where it belongs." Melanie said softly. Brock had never felt so much joy and pain at the same time. The pain in his body was immense, but he couldn't care less. With Melanie's help, he stood up and acknowledged the fans. From the corner of his eye, Lesnar spotted Kurt slowly approaching him.
"Hey." Kurt said. Brock turned to look at him. Kurt was sweating profusely, his arm clutching his chest in pain. He looked tired and worn out. Angle slowly extended his hand. Brock stared at it for a moment. Then he looked at Melanie, who nodded. To the fan's delight, Brock and Kurt shook hands in the middle of the ring and embraced. Melanie and Stephanie smiled as Kurt held Brock's hand up and left the ring, giving him center stage, once again.
"To the World Wrestling Entertainment's brightest stars and newest champions." Stephanie said proudly. Wrestlemania had been over for several days, but Brock and Melanie were still celebrating. They were in the McMahon mansion with all their closest friends and family. Stephanie held the wine glass high as the others followed her gesture. Brock's mother wiped a tear form her eye as Stephanie continued. "May your title reigns be long and successful." "I'll drink to that!" Chris said eagerly. Melanie smiled.
"You'll drink to anything." Chris shrugged.
"I'll drink to that too." The guests laughed as the food began circulating the table. Leo modestly took a few pieces of meat and potatoes, while Chris took at least two of everything. Stephanie smiled.
"Enjoy…I made it myself." She said. Mel looked up from her plate.
"You don't cook Steph. You can't even make grilled cheese." She whispered.
"Shut up Mel." Stephanie mumbled while smiling. "I only made the turkey." Melanie nodded and continued eating. About an hour later, the table was cleared and the guests were talking amongst themselves.
"Oh my God, you must be really brave!" A young lady said sitting next to Chris. He nodded solemnly.
"Yes. It's difficult being a secret agent. Leaving your family behind, not knowing whether your gonna live to see another day. It's uh…it's rough." The young lady gasped. "I just…it's my passion you know? Helping people. Did you see those moves Melanie did in the ring? Yeah, I taught her those. It's…it's a rough world out there Lucy." The young woman shook her head.
"It's Liz." She said. Chris stammered.
"Yes, well I knew that. I know, I was just protecting you." He said looking around. "You never know who's watching…" Melanie laughed as her brother continued to lie to one of Brock's friends from high school. She looked across the table to Brock, who was shoving a spoon full of Jell-O into his mouth. She smiled. This was the future of professional wrestling.
"Ahem." Melanie said, standing up. The table slowly fell silent as Melanie prepared to say something.
"I, err, would like to thank everybody for coming to this party tonight. We really appreciate it." She started. "I just wanted to say a few things, umm. I wanna thank one of my best friends in the world, Stephanie McMahon for…everything. For letting me go to Raw, for being there for me and for showing me that," Melanie paused and looked at her friend, beaming. "That there's more to life than a stack of papers and water bottles." Stephanie smiled. She made her way over to Melanie and kissed her on the cheek. Melanie smiled and continued.
"I also wanna thank my family. My oldest brother Leo, for keeping this family together, my other brother for making my life…" She paused, looking at Chris. Mel smiled, "interesting…to say the least." Chris grinned.
"Damn straight." He said with an authority. Melanie continued.
"My oldest sister, Prue, for being one of the strongest women I know." She looked at Prue and her husband with an appreciative smile. "And of course, my other sister Sam, for picking on me when I was little and keeping me on my toes." She said lightheartedly. Brock got up and stood next to Melanie.
"We just wanna say thanks, to everybody that has been with us every step of the way, from our boss to friends and family and ever to our opponents. We couldn't have won our titles without them." He said gravely. Melanie nodded in agreement.
"And last, but certainly not least, I just wanna thank someone that has been with me since day one. The best thing that has happened to me since I started working here, Brock." Melanie said turning to Brock. He quickly turned his attention to Mel as she spoke. "Without you, none of this would have been possible. You've been so patient with me in training and otherwise. You are the only strength I need to keep going. You're optimism is what keeps me trusting. Every time I look at you, I find peace. You're everything to me and I'm so proud of you." She said smiling.
"I wanna thank you too Mel." He said putting his arm around her. " Not a day goes by that I'm not moved by you. Through all the tears and struggles I knew that you lived for me. I respect you as my manager, my lover and my best friend. Our love gave you the strength to fight and it gave me the strength to show my true colors." He said. His voice began to shake as a tear ran down Melanie's face. " I never thought that anyone can love me like you do, but yet here I am, WWE champion and the happiest I've ever been in my life, because of you." Melanie began to cry. Brock held her as Prue held up her wine glass.
" To Brock and Melanie. May their relationship be blessed with love and trust." She said holding Batista's hand. The guests cheered as Brock and Melanie kissed, while Chris was singing.
"Lesnar and Melzy sittin' in a tree…F-U-C-K-I-N…" Chris stopped short as Leo slapped him upside his head.
haha well thougth that would be an appropriate way to end a chapter. the next chapter is EXTREAMLY short. not to mention the LAST ONE! and i may add, one of the most important. see u lata! Thanks to all who review!