"Dude. Girl. Alana. Stop it now. You are beating the crap out of that poor punching bag. It doesn't even look like a punching bag anymore!" Lorenzo exclaimed, his eyes completely focused on his phone.

Lorenzo looked up for a second and figured she wasn't listening. Lorenzo noticed Alana's face flushed with full of sweat in anger and determination. Lorenzo looked back to his phone quickly and smiled. He was in charge of watching Alana's respiratory health and help her not overwhelm herself in working out, since her last asthma attack almost took her out.

However, he was unable to focus. He was having a flirtatious talk with Summer Rae, which in his world is once in a lifetime. Alana started screaming, punching more furiously and more rapidly.

"How come that asshole Vince put me off for two months? I am totally healthy! I am totally fine! Why do I have to always explain myself to others? I don't need anybody to tell me what I should do! I beat every woman out there in the ring with me! If I was just a little taller, I could take out every man as well."

Lorenzo was actually paying attention to the last part of the comment. It was actually a possibility. When Alana is angry, she can take out anybody. It is unfortunate that her short features are usually the reason for her…err downfalls.

"What's happening here?" It was a familiar voice, much to Lorenzo's disappointment since it only ignited Alana's furious emotions. Alana threw herself at Cm Punk for a take-down. Cm Punk chuckled in amusement as he caught her in mid-air, with his arm wrapped around her waist. "God, you are so heavy!" he laughed, knowing it added more aggravation as Alana threw her arms in air, trying to reach Cm Punk. He then threw her on the small couch and sat beside her.

Alana sat up on her knees, frowning, feeling completely disappointed, helpless, and sad. Her anger faded away as she began thinking all her hard work in WWE. She mentally sighed as she felt a wave of sadness over her. She had a plan and it was good detailed plan. Now its ruined. Much of it was out of her control. Now everything's changed, she has to reconsider a new one. In the modern era, there is nothing that pleases the WWE Universe. She understood that. She was probably the same way also. She fell over, still sitting up, her forehead leaning against Punk's shoulder. "I don't know what to do," she whined.

Her eyes fell to Punk's hands. He was eating oranges. That's so random. He has ten oranges with him. Who eats that many?

Alana felt a small smile creeping up on her face. She immediately took one oranges from Punk's hands. Of course Punk is never surprised. He has pretty much figured her out. Her erupt emotions, her playful emotions, and most genuine caring emotions.

CM Punk looked up at her, and raised his hand, slightly patting her cheek. Alana raised her eyebrow, puzzled. She then shrugged her shoulders, and turned around, her back leaning completely against Punk's shoulders. Alana always felt comfortable when Punk was around. He accepted all her stupid behaviors and dealt with them. In return, she became protective and cared for him like a family. She vowed her loyalty to him. He cherished that.

Lorenzo rolled his eyes at this mushy moment he was witnessing. Yawning, Alana made herself comfortable, before closing her eyes, and tightly holding the orange closely to her. She fell into deep sleep, while Punk carefully pulled her to his lap, her head lying on his leg.

There was a slow and quiet creaking, which caught Punk's attention. Punk placed his finger to his lips, telling them to stay quiet. The Shield walked in. Next, Paul Heyman walked in with Brad Maddox beside him, who closed the door quietly behind him.

Alana opened her eyes and immediately closed them due to being alarmed. She heard a couple of voices. There were definitely not in her head.

There were people in the room with her. Sounded like more than five men somewhere near her. This made her feel super nervous. The voices were quiet and at a distance, maybe because she was still dreaming about her German chocolate cake, which made her mouth water.

Alana didn't move or make a sound, deciding to listen in to the conversation.

"Look Punk, you can't tell Alana." "Shut up, Paul!" Cm Punk replied, his tone sounded so dark. Alana made sure, in all of her power that was in her, not to move, even though she was itching to move. "Stay still, stay still, stay still. What am I supposed to not know? Stay still. Stay still. Stay still" she mentally said to herself, kicking herself in her own mind. "Look Punk, it's not your fault, you gave Alana the wrong inhaler, even though it was supposed to be meant for Vince." "You gave Alana the wrong inhaler! It was not me, it was you! And, the wrong inhaler almost killed Alana," Cm Punk, furiously whispered, in a livid tone.

Suddenly, Alana's eyes shot open. Thankfully, she was facing completely opposite from them. She started directly to the couch, trying to process in of what was being just said now. Wrong inhaler? The wrong inhaler! That was what caused her lungs giving out and going to complete scary oblivion.

"Wait; hold on, how did the wrong inhaler get into Alana's hands?" This time it was Lorenzo speaking. Alana was still in shock. Not only a wave of sadness swept over her, she felt a huge panic attack coming straightaway. Alana looked to the side, and she could have sworn, her heart did stop beating.

Dean Ambrose was staring at her. His piercing gaze drilled into her own eyes. For the first time, Alana was completely taken by surprise from a surprise. Did he know? Did he figure out that she was listening the entire time? Of course he knew. She doubted he was an idiot. Now she wanted to cry. She might as well. Who knows what's going to happen next.

She began to realize her heart was beating slowly into a more rapid phase as Dean still continued to stare down at her. He made her feel so small. Hilariously, all she can do is stare back. And he still continues to stare.

She had to trust him, she just has to. She brought her quivering hand to her lightly shaded pink lips, gesturing him to stay quiet. He raised his eyebrows, as end of his mouth began to curl. He was now drawn in. His eyes began to widen almost wondering if there was any more left to stay. "Please" she mouthed. Alana couldn't believe she had to plead. Today was the day for "first times." He looked away, causing her to panic. Then he did something stupidly unbelievable.

The dumb asshole was going for her orange. What the hell. How does she pretend to sleep when he is making it look like she was awake. Dumb, dumb dumb, dumb! Alana was holding on to the orange tightly. She gave him a very furious glare. She light shook the orange, which he was still holding. He did not let go.

Dean was still looking away, but his hand was entirely reached out towards her and her orange.

Okay this is just lame.

"I should have faced this situation directly, instead I pleaded shamelessly and now he is stealing my orange. Just great," Alana thought to herself. So, instead, Alana was going to try something risky.

Alana moaned.

Dean froze.

Alana took a peek, keeping the other eyes closed. Dean was persistently holding her orange but his other hand was completely covered his mouth. Realization dawned on her.

"Is he laughing at me?"

"What are you doing?" Alana heard Cm Punk's whispering voice. He was seething through his teeth. She began panicking. Dean was not speaking, which added more suspenseful terror.

"She was telling me that she was not going to eat the orange." Dean said, in a matter-of fact tone.

There was silence. It was the most brutal silence. If silence was a weapon, it could actually slice a person open. Shit. Dean. You are so dead. I promise you. I swear, you are a dead man.

Alana felt heat crawling up from her spine to her neck as if it was choking her. "I am so dead."

She could actually hear Punk's quiet footsteps. It was coming near her direction, where she was lying. "Oh no!" Dean covered her hand little more. Was he trying to make her feel better? Alana didn't care. She had too many questions, not enough time to process.

CM Punk reached her, as he was breathing on her neck like a heater. He took Dean's hands off Alana's then started to lift her arm entirely. The minute CM Punk's fingers reached her armpit, Alana screamed. She's caught.

Dammit!