Last Desire 12
A/N: It' 4 am in the got damn morning, I just
finished all my essays and other crap! Need Sleep now! But I feel guilty for
being so mean so I am continuing now!
Disclaimer: Don't own it, so don't
sue
me.
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'I
can't believe she's really gone.' Brock thought as he looked at a picture of
Roxy. It was when had first came to the WWE. She had her usual adorable grin and
was twirling a strand of her long light brown hair. Yesterday Roxy had went into
labor, they lost her and both of the twins. Rob, Trish, Tommy, Spike, and Bubba
were all shocked to learn that Roxy had known she was going to die. Rob had
literally tried to kill Brock because he fessed up to knowing that Roxy didn't
want them to know about her dying. Everyone just couldn't get over it, even some
of the enemies she had made in the WWE felt a little remorse for a fight they
tried to pick with her. All Trish could do was cry, she thought her friend was
ok. But she was gone before she had a chance to even see her. Rob was just in
denial. He would sit and stare at the phone or the door waiting for her to call
or to even stop by and see her. Tommy just put it all on himself, he thought he
should've picked up on something being wrong with her but he didn't, and he felt
like it was his fault she had died. Brock's eyes switched to the doorknob as it
slowly turned, for a second he though it was Roxy but was disappointed he saw
Stephanie walk into the hotel room.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I
hear what happened." Stephanie said sincerely.
"Everyone can tell they're
sorry all they want but it's not going to bring her back to her." Brock said
bitterly.
"I wanted to talk to you about your contract with Paul, I
thought you would want to destroy it." Stephanie said softly.
"What the
hell does it matter anymore?" Brock sighed, looking back down at the picture of
Roxy.
"You never knew did you?" Stephanie sighed as she shook her head.
"Paul was the reason Roxy was attacked by the Undertaker. I thought that if she
weren't attacked that maybe she would've lived."
"How?" Brock said slowly
trying to keep his temper under control.
"Taker confessed to receiving
strange messages from Paul." Stephanie said walking out of the room. Brock just
sat there holding the picture and for the first time in his life he let out some
of that pent up emotion. He cried. A few tears landed on the picture of Roxy. He
was going to ask her to marry him, and maybe they were even going to be a family
but now thanks to Paul it was all over. Roxy was the first person who had cared
about him for who he was instead of what he was. Brock gently sat his picture
down and stepped out of his hotel room. Various superstars watched him as he
went out on his manhunt, for Paul. None of them even bothering to say anything,
instead they just cleared a path for him to get through. When Brock had reached
his destination he hadn't bothered to knock on the door but instead he opted to
just kick it down, where he found Paul sitting on the couch in his hotel
room.
"Brock what brings you here?" Paul said as if nothing were going
on. Brock charged over to the round shaped man, grabbed him by the collar and
slammed him against the wall.
"I am going to ask you one time!" Brock
growled tightening his grip. "Did you have anything to do with killing
Roxy?"
"Why would I even care if that bitch lived for died." Paul said
letting his stupid side shoe through. Brock dropped Paul to the floor and
pressed his foot against his neck, trying to snap something
obviously.
"Brock what the hell are you doing?" Taker said waling in to
the sight before him, Brock had left the door open.
"Making this bastard
pay for what he did to Roxy. If he hadn't have plotted against her, she'd still
be here." Brock said applying more pressure to Paul's neck.
"Roxy
wouldn't want you to do this!" Taker said trying to reason with him.
"Oh
what the hell do you know? You have you're wife and kid! I have no one cause
this some bitch took it away form me. How would you know what Roxy wants?" Brock
replied harshly.
"I would know." An unknown voice said stepping
in.
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Meggie-muffin