Melony couldn't help but laugh. "So let me get this straight, you are 'serving' me with divorce papers?"
"I happen to have a very good lawyer that sees to things for me and for a small fee he's drawn up these non contested divorce papers. You just have to sign them."
She scoffed. "And you really think you're going to get Chris to sign these?"
"There's no need to. His signature's right there."
Mel squinted her eyes and tried to lean closer to make out the writing. "That's not Chris's signature."
Brock shrugged. "Maybe not but it's good enough. For what I'm paying this lawyer and judge, it wouldn't even matter if his name was spelled wrong."
"This has to be one of the stupidest plans I've ever heard. It'll never work."
"I think it will. You see with having a lawyer and judge on my payroll I can have these papers filed in a matter of minutes and a divorce decree issued in hours."
Her heart sank, as she knew that for the right price you could buy anything. Brock wasn't bluffing she tell by the look in his eyes. Her own her began to fill with tears. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I love you Melony, I always have. Since my football career ended, I've thought of nothing but getting everything back, you, my career, my life. Everything that was rightfully mine in the first place."
"So what's your plan Brock? You think you can force me to sign those papers, because you can't and even if you did, do you really think you can keep me locked up somewhere for the rest of my life?"
He reached out wiping away the tears that fell and cupped his hand behind her neck. "I figured we could have a quick Vegas wedding, buy a little farm in the mid-west and raise the baby. I'll go back to work for the WWE and you can be a homemaker. And of course, you won't file for a divorce because; A: I won't agree to it. And B: You care too much, about what happens to your pretty little sister, Chris and your friends. And you know how easy it is to have an accident in the ring or out of for that matter."
Desperation took over, as she could no longer control her sobs. Her body shook despite the restraints and she screamed to the top of her lungs for help. But Brock put an end to that as his mouth came crashing down on hers in a demanding kiss. She bit his bottom lip, drew blood, and received a slap across the cheek for her effort. "You stupid bitch!"
She sobbed harder as he walked out of the room barking orders to Danny and Montel to get her to sign the papers no matter what.
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Chris turned into the main entrance of the park and turned onto the road that led to the other side of the park where the cabins were located. Nothing looked out of the ordinary as families were having picnics, playing Frisbee and riding bikes. As they neared their destination, Chris cursed at the sight of the gold colored Land Rover sitting out front of the last cabin on the row. "Tell me that SUV doesn't look familiar!"
"Son of a bitch!" Dave snapped.
"That's Brock's alright; it's got a Minnesota license plate."
Chris slammed on the breaks not wanting to park in plain site in case Lesnar wasn't keeping her in that particular cabin. He pulled around to the back of another building and turned off his engine.
His heart was beating loudly in his chest as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Shannon nudged Dave and motioned to the Navigator parked next to the Land Rover. "That may be a rental but I bet it belongs to one of Lesnar's buddies. So he wasn't in this alone."
"How do you want to handle this Chris?" Dave asked anxiously.
"We're going in there and kicking his ass and anyone else that's involved." Chris opened his door and got out.
The three made their way around to the back door of the cabin they suspected was occupied by Lesnar. Dave had the forethought to pick up a two-by-four that was lying nearby and plucked two golf clubs from someone's bag. Shannon raised his hand to knock as Dave and Chris stepped off to the side. No one came to the door so Shannon knocked harder this time.
"Who is it?" A familiar voice called.
Shannon hesitated for a brief moment. "The gas company. We've had some complaints about the smell of butane coming from the area. We're inspecting all cabins for leaks."
There was silence for a moment and then the door opened and Shannon and Doug locked eyes. Shannon grabbed him, pulled him outside, and threw him on the ground. "Talk now or Dave might decide to tee off on your head." Dave stood over him the golf club pushing down on his throat.
"Fuck you! I'm not saying shit!"
Dave pressed the golf club down harder. The back door flew open and Benoit was waiting. He grabbed Danny Basham by the collar and threw him against the wall. "Unlike these two, I don't have time to wait and play games until you decide to tell me where my wife is. Tell me now or start saying your prayers."
Sweat poured off Danny's head. "Look Benoit this wasn't my idea. I had to go along with it for fear of my career."
"I don't give a shit! Where is my wife?" Benoit pressed harder his forearm cutting off the oxygen to Danny.
"Brock has her tied up in the basement. Montel is helping him and Brock has a loaded gun. He's trying to get her to sign divorce papers. He's flipped out and is pretty unstable."
Chris turned to Dave and Shannon who had successfully knocked Doug out and tied him to a tree. They nodded and came to stand beside Chris. "Is there any way you can get Montel out here without alerting Brock?"
Danny nodded.
"I'm warning you basham if you tip them off you're a dead man." Chris threatened before letting him go. Danny opened the back door and walked inside letting the door shut behind him.
"I don't think we should trust him Chris." Dave added as he threw the two-by-four across his shoulder.
"I think he's ok. Something about his eyes. My dad always said you could tell a lot about a person by their eyes."
Minutes passed and suddenly Danny opened the door. "I'm telling you Montel someone was here just look."
Dave waited beside the door and when Montel appeared, he whacked him with the two-by-four leaving him unconscious. Shannon and Dave drug him over to the tree as Benoit went inside the cabin to find Mel.