Chapter 12

Author's Note: Although Brock has left the WWE, I will still continue to use him in this fic and other fics he was already in. My reason for this is because he was already in them, and who knows, maybe someday he will come back to the WWE. On to the Chapter...PLEASE REVIEW!!!!


Stacy stood in the Divas locker room getting ready for the show along with the other Smackdown Divas. She and Brock had been doing so well as a business team, it was beginning to feel like nothing could stop them. After all, He was the World Heavyweight Champion. None of the superstars Paul Heyman managed were the World Champion. There was only one, and that title meant everything to Brock. It also meant a great deal to Stacy, the World Championship equaled power within the company, there was no doubt about that.

"So, what's up with you and Brock?" Torrie asked curiously as she turned to Stacy. She didn't seem to care if she was prying or being nosy as a smile played across her face.

"What do you mean what's up with me and Brock?" Stacy asked with a smile.

"You know why I mean." Torrie grinned suggestively.

"She means is he good in bed? Does he make your spine tingle, and keep you up all night screaming for more?" Dawn Marie questioned bluntly with a naughty smirk.

"...Or, any other part of you body tingle?" Torrie added with a giggle.

"I wouldn't know!" Stacy exclaimed with a surprised laugh. She couldn't believe what they were insinuating. Did they think she slept with everyone she managed?

"Oh come on! Get off it! You don't know?!" Torrie laughed cocking a suspicious eyebrow. She wasn't buying it.

"I don't know! Brock and I have never slept together, were just friends. I'm his manager and he's my client." Stacy insisted.

"Sure, that's what they all say." Dawn Marie teased.

"That never stopped you before." Torrie offered.

"I haven't slept with everyone I've managed." Stacy replied. Torrie and Dawn Marie traded glances. "I haven't!! Gee, thanks guys." She exclaimed with a laugh.

"Ok, so your telling me you've never even thought about it?" Torrie asked with a smile.

"Uh...I..." Stacy began to blush not knowing what to say.

"I knew it!" Torrie laughed.

"No! It's not like that!" Stacy insisted. "It's not against the law to look, and maybe I have let my imagination wonder a bit, but that's it! Anything more would be too complicated and besides Brock has already made it clear he doesn't want to mix business with pleasure. Plus, as you know, I've made that mistake too many times in the past, and where have I ever gotten from it? Hurt, used, and very little success. This thing with me and Brock works, and who know. Maybe it is because there is no sex involved, completely platonic, completely business. We've already become a pretty powerful team, and we've just gotten started. I don't want to ruin that." She explained.

That's true, you and Brock have been doing pretty well, but don't forget abut Paul Heyman." Torrie reminded. Stacy cringed at the mere sound of his name.

"Yeah, you maybe successful now, and it probably feels great, but he hasn't been defeated. I know Paul, and he hasn't been beaten by a long shot. He's not gonna go down easy." Dawn Marie added remembering her ECW days, if anybody knew about Paul it had to be her.

"He's a conniving slime ball. He's willing to do anything to get what he wants."

"You think I'm not willing to do anything?" Stacy questioned. They may have known things about Paul, but they obviously didn't know what she was capable of.

"It's not that. It's just, he's so sneaky. All I'm saying is don't think you have him beaten, because all it takes is one split second for him to get the upper hand. Just be careful. He's the last person you want to underestimate." Dawn Marie warned.

"Whatever he has I'm ready for. I'm still wait for this so-called "evil genius" to show why he's so great..." Stacy began.

"Be careful what you wish for." Dawn Marie shook her head.

"I appreciated the warning, and your right he is conniving and sneaky, but so am I. I just hide it well." Stacy smirked confidently.

"So, are you sure you don't wanna get with Brock?" Torrie asked.

"Torrie!" Stacy exclaimed. Hadn't she already explained this?

"Good! Because you may not want to mix business with pleasure, but I don't have any business relations with Brock, but I may want to have other 'relations' with Brock. I'd like to find out why the call him "The Next Big Thing" if you know what I mean, and since you can't tell me I'll Just have to find out for myself..." Torrie grinned mischievously.

"You interested in Brock?" Stacy asked in shock, her smile slowly fading. She thought most women were scared of him.

"Of coarse, is there any reason not to be? You don't mind if I move in on him do you?" Torrie questioned.

"Um, it's none of my business what Brock does with his personal life." Stacy shrugged reluctantly. She honestly wanted her to stay away from him but she couldn't tell her that. She didn't want to see Brock and Torrie together. She didn't know what she's do if Brock went for it and was actually interested in her. She didn't think he would.

"Oh, and don't worry I'll give you all the details." Torrie gushed with a smile as she exited the locker room. Stacy couldn't help but give her a dirt look when she turned to leave. Dawn Marie pretended not to notice, and Stacy was thankful. She wasn't happy about this at all but she couldn't just tell Torrie to stay away from him. She had no claims on Brock other than being his manager.


Paul walked down the hall with a sick smile on his face. He finally had it. The perfect plan to destroy Brock Lesnar, and Stacy Keibler. They didn't call him and evil-genius for nothing. He had laid low on purpose. This way Stacy wouldn't be expecting it, and when it hit her, it would knock the wind out of her. That was if his idea worked. But he would make it work. He's Paul Heyman. That was the sweetest part, she wouldn't see it coming and like a bombshell it would drop. It would hit her in the face and she wouldn't be able to handle it. He stopped when he finally reached his destination and knocked on the door with delight. He was sure this would work. He was very persuasive after all, impossible to say no too.

"Mr. McMahon! How are you? Might I say your looking particularly nice today." Paul began sucking up, and laying it on thick, with a cheesy smile.

"Heyman, after you done wiping the brown off you nose, you mind telling me what the hell you want?" Vince demanded impatiently. Mr. McMahon didn't appear to be in a good mood. Paul fidgeted from his left to his right foot.

"Mr.McMahon, it's so nice to see you. The news I have for you will be sure to put you in a good mood." Paul informed.

"Will you hurry up and say it then? I'm a busy man. I don't have all day to sit around in the hallway chatting." Vince replied abruptly.

"I know sir, and I assure you everything I have to say is worth you precious time. I have a business proposition for you. A plan of genius if you will." Paul boasted.

"Well, are you going to tell me?" Vince exclaimed with a sigh.

"Now that Stephanie is no longer the General Manager of Smackdown..." Paul began.

"You were just thinking you could fill the position right?" Vince asked with an obvious grin, taking the words right out of his mouth.

"Who better than Paul Heyman? You seen what I did with ECW, I know how to run a business. I'm a lot like you Vince. I'm interested in making the WWE the best it's ever been, and with me as General Manager, you can bet your ass Smackdown will be taken to new height. It'll be equal to Raw, no longer the inferior brand." Paul explained with hunger in his eyes.

"What make you think your the most qualified applicant for this position? I have other people in mind I'm sure could get the job done. What makes you the best?" Vince offered with a calculating expression.

"Because I'm the only man who can take Smackdown to it's fullest potential. I'm the only man who cam make Smackdown as successful as you've managed to make this company. Vince, you and I are two of a kind. Were both evil genius's, were both business men. This is a man's world, and that's why Stephanie just couldn't cut it as GM. If you do what's right for business Vince, and give me this position, I can promise you, you won't regret it." Paul promised with a determined stare. Vince inhaled deeply, and stared right back at him. Paul was definitely good at convincing people of things, but was Paul Heyman really what Smackdown needed? Everything he had said had been true, he was an evil genius, and he was experienced in running a company.

"You know what Paul? I think you might be right." Vince finally agreed with an evil smile.


Stacy walked up the hall and spotted Brock sitting and talking with Torrie Wilson. He was laughing. What could she possibly be saying that was so funny? Why was Stacy so bothered by this? She didn't even know the answer to that question herself. She approached them, her eyes burning a hole through Torrie.

"Oh, Hey Stace." Brock nodded as he noticed her approached.

"Hey Stacy." Torrie echoed with a smile.

"Hey...So what's going on here?" Stacy questioned.

"Nothing." Brock shrugged.

"I was just asking Brock for some help. You see, I have a lot of bikini's for our next photoshoot and I wanted his opinion on what looked best." Torrie explained with a sly smile. Stacy wanted to knock her teeth down her throat. Stacy gritted her teeth, but played it cool. She smile grimly with a slight glare, not hiding her anger as well as she hoped.

"Oh, well, don't bother wasting Brock's time with that. I can help you out, or one of the other Divas. Brock is the World Champion, and he doesn't really have time for that, it's more important he stays focused on things that actually matter." Stacy replied a sly smile also spreading across their face. It almost felt as if they were competing which was silly.

"She has a point." Brock admitted.

"But Brock has such good taste." Torrie insisted flirtatiously rubbing his knee.

"I know, that's why he chose me as his agent." Stacy smirked as Brock let out a quiet chuckle. "I'm only looking out for his best interest." She continued.

"Are you sure that's all you looking out for?" Torrie asked obviously insinuating that Stacy must be jealous.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stacy questioned cocking an eyebrow.

"Simmer down ladies." Brock laughed. A bit too late for that.

"Really it's up to Brock, I wanted a man's opinion." Torrie offered placing her attention back on The Next Big Thing.

"There are plenty of other men you could ask." Stacy insisted impatiently getting more and more heated.

"I was talking to Brock." Torrie snickered. "Besides, Brock's not just any man." She added placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Tell you what, I'll think about it." Brock offered as he stood up.

"Ok, well let me give you something to think about." Torrie smiled seductively as she unzipped her shirt and flashed her red lace bra. Stacy's mouth dropped open, along with Brock's. "Think hard" She purred. She turned and made her way down the hall swaying her hips back and forth.

"Ugh, if she shook it any harder, she'd break a hip!" Stacy muttered.

"You should talk." Brock teased with a laugh.

"I do not shake it!" Stacy cried with a giggle, and even if she had she couldn't believe he had noticed. He seemed like her was one of those guys that didn't check girls out, She didn't think there was a straight guy that existed who was like that, not that he seemed gay. He just seemed like he was really good at resisting the opposite sex, which is why she didn't think Torrie would get him easily. Although he must have checker her out, how else would he have noticed? Paul Heyman approached with a smile and the mood of the room quickly changed from lighthearted, to cold.

Brock's smile faded as he glared at is former agent. Stacy glared at the weasel, her so-called competition as well.

"Well, it's nice to see the two of you in such a good mood. I thought you'd be upset after the huge bombshell I just dropped." Paul gloated.

"What are you talking about Heyman?" Brock demanded.

"Yeah, what bombshell?" Stacy asked raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, don't tell me you missed such a major announcement. See Brock, I told you, you should never hire a woman to do a man's job. If I were your agent, you'd be alerted of these things before they happened." Paul explained shaking his head. "I warned you Stacy, and you should have listened. You should have stayed on your toes, but you got comfortable. I let you have your fun and I waited, but now it's time. Your looking at the new General Manager of Smackdown." Paul cried as he laughed sadistically. Stacy's face dropped and Brock immediately started flipping out.

"What!?" Brock yelled at the top of his lungs grabbing Paul.

"You don't lay your hands on me, I'm the General Manager! Get him off of me!" Paul howled. As much as she would have laughed to see Brock destroy Paul Heyman, she knew it would only make matters worse. She struggled and pleaded with Brock and struggled to pull him away.

"I could suspend your ass for that! But I'm not going too. I'm gonna have too much fun torturing you. You have handicapped match against the Big Show and Booker T." Paul yelled. Brock growled angrily slamming his fist through the door as he charged down the hall.

"That's not fair!" Stacy cried desperately. Paul smiled and took a lock of her silky blonde hair in his grubby fingers.

"That's the beauty of it." Paul chuckled as he walked back up the hall with sickening amusement.


Stacy waited behind the curtain with Brock and they stood there in an icy silence. He hadn't spoken to her since Paul had confronted them, and she couldn't help but feel like she had let him down. Like she had let herself down.

"Brock..." Stacy began nervously remorse filling her voice.

"Shut up!" Brock warned angrily as his music hit.

She accompanied him to the ring with a sigh. She stood at ringside as the match began. Brock had the upper hand at first, but then Booker T and Big Show began double-teaming him. Stacy watched nervously and complained to the Referee, who then made Big Show return to his corner. From there it became a fair match, and Booker T nearly got the 3-count with a Scissors Kick. Just as Brock began to build a good offense, Booker T tagged in Big Show.

Stacy glared at them. They were using good logic keeping each other fresh, and she had no doubt if this had been a one on one match, Brock would have picked up the win by now. Big Show and Brock went back and forth neither having the clear upper hand, until Big Show went for the Chokeslam. He gripped Brock's throat in his hand and lifted him in the air. Stacy suddenly stood up on the ring apron, lifting her skirt, and flashing her thong revealing her nice ass, in an attempt to distract the Big Show. It worked and Brock got the reversal, giving the Big Show the F-5. Booker T ran around the ring, and pulled Stacy off the apron. She hit her face then fell hard to the floor as Brock got the 3-count and won the match. After the match, Booker T and the Big Show attacked Brock before heading up the ramp.


Stacy held on to her back in pain as she walked down the hall in search of Brock. She spotted him sitting alone in a corner, his head hung down. He was holding an ice pack on his shoulder and he didn't look to be in a good mood. She hesitated before approaching him. He didn't even look up when she was standing right in front of him. Did he blame her?

"Brock this isn't over." Stacy assured. He said nothing and still didn't look at her. "Paul may have the upper hand now but we can't give up." She insisted. Still nothing. She placed her hand on his face and the unexpected touched forced him to look up at her. She had always tried not to touch him, because of the way he had previously reacted when he did. His eyes were so blue, you could get lost in them if he would just let you. But sometimes it was like he had a stonewall up. She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. His lips were warm and soft, they felt much nicer than she had ever thought they would. It was a very small kiss, and when she pulled back, he looked at her angrily. He tightly gripped her wrist in his hand which had still been on his face. She looked at him with fear.

"NO! I said business!" Brock snapped referring to their agreement when she had first became his manager, as he shover her hand away. "You my agent, I'm your client, nothing more. Paul Heyman is making us look like idiots! I hired you so that you could prove that you were more than just a piece of ass, to rise to the top and become a powerful team. More powerful then the WWE has ever seen. So instead of throwing yourself at me why don't you prove it!" Brock snapped harshly. "Don't make me regret this, or you'll be sorry." He snarled coldly. He punched a hole in the wall in a ft of rage, then trudged down the hall. Stacy's mouth dropped open as tears burned her eyes. She couldn't believe he had spoken to her that way. In one split second, Paul Heyman had managed to completely turn the tables, and now she didn't know what to do.


A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! It means a lot to me! Also please check out my other sores, I updated Irresistible Sin with a shocking chapter, and I have two new stories, Beautiful Disaster, and Prohibited, so if you like this one please check my other ones out and leave a review!!! More reviews faster updates, that's just the way it goes! Thanks! Stacy and Brock finally kissed, but I guess it wasn't in the way you all hope. lol. Muhuhuhahaha. j/p.

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Preview: Now that Paul is GM what can Stacy possibly do? Will Brock stay made at her? What will happen with Torrie? Can Stacy fix things? Has Paul already won? What will happen with Brock? All in the next chapter!