Phil Brooks, known better by the WWE as CM Punk, walked down the dimmed corridors looking, searching, for the Executive Administrator, Eve Torres. The anger inside of him was boiling as he breathed heavily trying to find the brunette. She had put him in a triple threat at No Way Out. Phil knew the power she had in the business but putting him in that match was something that was a total surprise for the Chicago native.

"Eve!" Phil yelled out her name when he saw her going out the door to her car. Eve turned her head to the side, with sun glasses covering her green eyes, she raised an eyebrow. She stopped and slid the glasses to the bridge of her nose as she looked at the man coming up to her.

"I can think about a million things to say to you right now about your decisions in this company. But I'm not going to waste my breath, so I'll just get to the point. Why, on Earth, would you put me in that match at No Way Out? It was fair enough that I was in the match with Bryan. Now Kane, too?" Phil breathed hard, staring at the woman before him.

A laugh escaped the brunette's lips. Phil narrowed his eyes at her, trying to figure out what was so funny. "Phil," Eve began as she put her manicured hand on his shoulder. "Do you not know who I am, darling? I think I have the power to do as I please. And I wanted to put you in a triple threat match because, well, it's good for business."

"Good for business? You think putting that match on the card, was good for business? You really got your head screwed on wrong because everybody is wondering what kind of circus you're trying to run in the WWE." he snapped at the Colorado native.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to, Brooks? I can have you fired just as easily as I can take the title from you. Watch your mouth."

"Watch my mouth? Do you not know me? I have a tendency of dropping pipe bombs everywhere I go. You want me to shut up, make me."

"You are really going off the deep end, Phil. Honestly, since when are you one to complain about decisions in the WWE? Or is this some excuse for you to talk to me?" Eve smiled at Phil, with a wink to compliment his efforts.

Phil laughed at her. "You really are pathetic, huh?" Eve looked at him in dismay. "Nothing in the world would make me want to talk to you. You're nothing to me. Just a waste of human skin. Ever since you got your ass promoted to the Executive Administrator, you've been such a power hungry bitch - " Phil was silenced with a slap in the face from Eve.

"Don't you dare talk to me that way, asshole!" Eve spat. "You're beneath me, Punk. Beneath me! Don't make this harder than it should be. Plain and simple, you answer to me. Doesn't matter how much you complain and whine. I am on a higher level than you in this business and you need to show me some respect."

Phil rubbed the side of his face where she had hit him. The woman had a strong hand, no doubt about that. He stared into her eyes, trying to understand her. Why was she like this? Before the promotion, she was this sweetheart that everyone enjoyed to be around and she had a passion for wrestling. Now, everyone didn't want to hang out with her and her passion was thrown out the window. All she wanted was power. Power, power, power. People power, that is. She would give the fans what they wanted. Make them happy, in a way. But did the fans want to see a power hungry, devious, vindictive, woman running as the EA of WWE? Probably not.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be." Eve turned on her heel and went out the door. Phil followed her and grabbed her arm, spun her around to face him, and looked dead in her eyes.

"I will say this one time and one time only," he spoke through gritted teeth. "If you ever lay your hand on me again, I will break it. I don't give a damn who you are. I will...hurt...you."

Eve looked at him, her eyes wide. Her face went from surprised to deadpanned within seconds.

"Well, well, well. Look who grew a pair," she smirked. "If you were so dead set on hurting me, why have you not done that yet?"

Phil looked at her with an emotionless expression on his face. His mind raced. This woman was going to drive him crazy. How was she not intimidated by him? Sure, it didn't look that way on the outside but who knew what she was thinking with that devious little mind of hers.

"Don't push it, Torres. I'm warning you." Phil stepped closer to her, speaking with certainty in his eyes. Eve looked up at him, almost as if she was challenging him.

"Maybe that's exactly what I want to do," she scoffed at how he furrowed his eye brows. "Either way, you won't do anything, Philip. I know that for a fact."

"You don't know me that well, then, sweetheart. I'm a book of surprises, won't be smart to rip a page."

"Well...do something, douche bag. Show me. Or are you afraid of getting fired?" that smirk never leaving her face. It wasn't one of those cocky smirks, either. It was a challenging smirk. As if she wanted him to hurt her. Eve saw it in his eyes that he wanted to do all sorts of things to her after she asked him if he was afraid. But was he going to?

Phil took in a deep breath, looked her up and down, putting a confused look on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Phil never answered her question. He just kept looking at her, musing her appearance and just thinking.

"I just have one question for you, Eve. I need you to answer it truthfully."

Eve raised an eyebrow at Phil and his calm tone with her. "What is it?"

"What would you think of a dinner? Roses, dress, romantic sunset?"

"Uh? That's pretty amazing and sweet." she scoffed at his taste in romance but thought about how nice that was of him.

"Good, because I have a date tonight," a smile cracking through his face. "Thanks. I was thinking that it would be cliché but never mind."

Eve nodded her head with an emotionless reaction to his statement. But, inside, it was slowly eating her alive. But she would never let him know that. Over her dead body, maybe. Then she wondered why a sudden change in mood from the Superstar. She was never going to understand men.

"Yeah, you're welcome," she nodded with half a smile across her face. "Anyways, I have to be somewhere. I'll see you soon."

Eve walked off to her car but Phil watched her. "Very soon."