A/N: Another stupid story for the masses. I own notta, just Veronica. Also, I'm not going by any specific timeline or storyline, except for Punk being WWE Champion. So come what may.
Plot: Veronica Dawson has been an announcer for RAW for six months, having already made enough friends to last a lifetime. The Powers That Be decide to put her in a romantic storyline with none other than the WWE Champion, CM Punk. Someone who she does NOT get along with at all. At first it's all just an act for the fans…but what happens when those feelings become the real deal…for only one of them, at least?
Pairing: Punk/OC-Veronica
Genre: Romance/Humor/Very Little Drama
This Oughta Be Fun
Veronica Dawson stretched her limbs when she got backstage. Showtime was over, and her ass was hurting from sitting in that leather chair for two hours straight.
Nah, Veronica wasn't a diva for the WWE; instead she joined the announcer team for RAW every Monday. Even though she has only been employed for six months, people enjoyed listening to the feisty brunette talk smack about the heels, tell Michael Cole to shut his mouth, and crack jokes like a pro. She even had a catchphrase that had caught on, and was now on t-shirts. I Did Not Just Say That! Whenever she said something offensive about a heel, she would follow that up with an innocent I Did Not Just Say That.
Veronica yawned as she strode through the tech crew as they took things down to go to the next city. She didn't dress like a pro would, and that was another thing that people loved about her. She would wear jeans with holes in the knees, converse, and sweatshirts. Her long brunette hair would always be up in a ponytail and she would only wear some eyeliner for make-up.
"Ronnie!"
Veronica turned around to see who was calling her and saw Mike 'The Miz' Mizanin jogging up to her. He was still in his ring gear, having just been 'defeated' by John Cena.
Veronica smiled at her friend. "What's up, Mike?"
Mike returned the cheerful smile. "Nothing much. I'm alright, I'm alright." They started walking together in stride down the hallway. "How about you, kiddo?"
Veronica chuckled, "Mike, I'm not a kid. I'm twenty-seven!"
Mike smirked and threw a sweaty arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, but I'm still older than you, so ha."
Veronica crinkled her nose. "Michael, you smell like Cena sweat, and Mizanin sweat. Your arm needs to vacate my shoulders, please." Mike only pulled her closer to his body as they walked down the hall. Veronica was only 5'8'', so she practically smelled his armpit. "Aw sick! I got your pit sweat on my nose!" she squealed.
Mike laughed, picked her up, swung her over his shoulder and continued walking down the hallway. "Put me down, you caveman!"
"Oh so I'm a caveman now huh?" Mike shot playfully. "Well what if I do this?" He spun around once and then continued walking.
"Gah! Don't do that!"
"Do what? This?" He did it again, causing Veronica to laugh.
"Mizanin! What in God's name are you doing to that poor announcer?"
Mike swung around to see John Cena walking up to them with a smile on his cute, dimply face.
"Save me Superman!"
"Help is one the way!" John called back.
"No! She's mine!" Mike yelled. He took off down the hall with Veronica laughing all the way. She glanced up from her bouncy position to see Cena racing after them with a smile on his face.
"Help me!" Veronica cried out, reaching out for John. She gasped loudly when Mike came to a sudden halt. "What's the matter, Mike?"
John came jogging up to them and stood beside Mike. From her point of view, Veronica couldn't see why they stopped.
"Mizanin, is there a reason why you're running around the arena with our new announcer?" came the gruff voice of none other than Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
Aw shit.
"Uhm..," Mike sat Veronica down easy. "Well…naw, I can't think of a good excuse." John snorted a laugh at his response.
Veronica turned around to face the Chairman of the WWE, and cleared her throat. "How are ya, Mr. McMahon?" she asked politely.
Mr. McMahon looked down at her and gave her a small smile. He's always liked Veronica Dawson. She was a sweet, polite young woman who did her job well.
Vince gave a small nod. "I'm very well, Ms. Dawson. As a matter of fact, you're just the person whom I need to speak with. Would you mind coming with me?"
Veronica smiled politely and nodded. "Sure!" She threw a wave over her shoulder at her two pals as she followed her boss down to his office. "I'll see ya guys later!"
"..Have a seat, Ms. Dawson…"
"Uh, Veronica, please." Veronica interrupted quietly. Vince sent her a small smile and a nod.
"Very well, Veronica." The Chairman took a seat across from his employee and folded his hands on the top of his desk. "Now, you've been working with us for over seven months, correct?"
Veronica gave a small nod. "Almost seven months, sir. Why do you ask?"
Vince smiled. "Well, it's no surprise that you're one of the most popular commentators we've had in a while. You're young; you've got spunk; the people like you, Veronica."
Veronica gave a slow nod, not entirely sure where this was going. "Okaaayy?"
"With that being said," Vince continued. "Creative has decided to put you in a storyline with one of our most popular superstars."
Veronica's face showed nothing short of surprise. Did she hear him right? Only a short time here and she was already going to be in a storyline with a superstar? Not that she had a problem with it; she had plenty of friends here whom she would be comfortable working with.
"Alright, then." Veronica spoke. "Who did you have in mind? Cena? Miz? Cody?" She only named off a few whom weren't in any current storylines.
Vince shook his head. "Nope. But you're close."
"Uh…'Taker?" No. "Kane?" No. Veronica sighed. "I give up."
"He's talking about me, kid." The color drained from Veronica's face at the sound of his voice from behind. God, had he been standing in the doorway this entire time? She wished the floor would swallow her whole-
"Creative figured since you two have personalities to match then you'd have great chemistry as a romantic couple."
-Preferably now.
CM Punk aka Phil Brooks aka World's Biggest Jerk, took a seat beside her in front of their boss. From the corner of her eye, Veronica could barely make out a smirk on his face. That shiny gold belt propped on his lap.
Vince surveyed the two, observing how well they matched up. Veronica had a piercing in her eyebrow while Punk had one in his lip. They both had tattoos. They both had attitudes that the crowd loved. They were perfect for this!
Vince seemed to take out two scripts from out of nowhere and handed them to his employees. While Punk took it confidently, Veronica took it with an unsteady hand. Just nerves, Vince thought. She's never been in a storyline before so it was natural.
"Now, I want you two to have fun with this, alright?" Vince said. "Punk, you haven't been in a romantic storyline for some time, I hope you still have that charm." He joked.
Punk smirked and stole a glance at Veronica. "Yeah, I still got it, Vince."
Veronica resisted the urge to roll her eyes and gag. Sure, they had similar qualities about them, but why did that automatically scream 'Romance'? Was God trying to punish her?
Veronica skimmed a few pages of the script and her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at page 20 (It's a pretty big script).
CM Punk corners Veronica in the hallway after having lost a non-title match, blames her for distracting him from said match, and then kisses her forcefully on the mouth…?
Apparently, God was trying to punish her.
Veronica took a breath before closing the carefully closing the script and setting it on her jean clad lap. She looked over at Punk with a small smile.
"I'm lookin' forward to working with the champ."
Punk smirked and chuckled. "Atta girl."
Oh good grief.
"Alright, you're dismissed." Oh thank sweet merciful- "But one more thing."
Shit.
"To get the ball rolling on the next show, I need you guys to room together and get to know each other a little more. Is that clear?"
Double-no-TRIPLE shit!
Punk nodded easily. "Sure thing, boss." He turned to Veronica. "How about you, sweetheart?"
Veronica forced a sweet smile at Vince. "Sounds fun!" God, strike her with lightning now.
"Okay!" Vince beamed. "Now you're dismissed. Have fun!" Veronica was out the door so fast it would have given the Road Runner a run for his money. She was nearly twenty feet away from the locker room when someone stopped her.
"Hey, wait up!" That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she wasn't one to be rude in real-life.
She turned around to see Punk jogging up to her. "Yes, Punk?"
Punk stopped in front of her, a little closer than necessary and towered over her. "Call me Phil," he insisted. "Anyway, since we're playing Vince's shenanigans, I suppose you need to ride with me to the hotel."
She wished to God that John, Mike, or someone was nearby. The place was freakin' deserted! Well, they were here a little later, so that played a factor in her current dilemma. That last thing she wanted to do was to ride in the car with this obnoxious jerk.
But duty calls…
"Alright, uh…just lemme get my stuff then and I'll meet you in the garage?" Veronica suggested.
Punk nodded. "No problem, sweetheart."
Veronica sighed. "Look, I would appreciate it if you called me Veronica or Ronnie. None of this pet name crap, if you please."
Punk only chuckled and tapped her nose gently. "Again; not a problem…sweetheart." Before Veronica could retaliate in the worst way, Punk hightailed it to his locker room to get changed out of his wrestling gear. The unorthodox commentator swiped a hand down her face, still feeling the touch from his finger and stomped off toward the locker room.
"Ready to rock 'n roll, sweetheart?" Punk asked as they strapped themselves in his rental. Veronica was about to argue about the annoying pet name again, but this was CM Punk. He doesn't listen to anything anyone says so she let it be and responded with a-
"Yeah, let's go."
To busy herself as Punk drove toward the hotel, Veronica took out her phone and sent a text to Randy Orton, another close pal that she had made. SOS! I'm in a romantic storyline with CM Punk!
Her phone vibrated a moment later- You have no idea how hard me, Cena, Cody and Ted are laughing right now.
So much for having friends! Gee, thanks a lot! And the worst part is that I HAVE TO ROOM WITH HIM!
Message received- I think Cena and Cody just died of laughter overload, kid. Anyway, it can't be that bad. You guys have a lot in common, so it doesn't surprise me that you're in a romantic storyline.
Veronica let out a low growl and quickly typed a response – Why does everyone seem to think that just because we have tattoos and piercings; it makes it love at first sight?
Don't forget you're both smartasses, quick with the quips, and you're both funny as hell. Don't worry about it; try to have fun with it!
Veronica snorted. Some friends you guys are! I hope Cena and Cody choke on my misfortune of having to work with this goon! DX
Love you too, kiddo! :D
Veronica could have screamed, but she opted to put her phone away, cross her arms and stare out the passenger window instead. It was silent for a while and then-
"Somethin' piss ya off, sweetheart?" Punk asked.
"No." Veronica grumbled, not bothering to look at him.
"Your childish response says otherwise, kid. Now, spill it."
"I don't wanna."
"Tell me."
"Make me."
"Don't challenge the Best in the World."
"I just did."
Veronica suddenly let out a shriek of laughter as Punk started tickling her side. She didn't know how he could drive and tickle her at the same time, but she was too busy squirming and laughing to wonder out loud. "Stop that!"
"Tell me now, and I just might!"
"It's none...of your...business!" Veronica laughed between words. She laughed a little louder when he started to tickle her stomach. "Nahahahahaha, quit it!"
"Tell me and end your suffering!"
"If you don't stop, we're gonna die!" Veronica laughed. After a moment, Punk took his hand away and put it back on the steering wheel; leaving Veronica doubled over in the seat clutching her stomach.
"You okay?" he asked with a smile.
"I hate you." Veronica mumbled.
Punk chuckled. "That's what you get for challenging the Best in the World."
Veronica looked at him and blew a raspberry.
A/N: Punk needs more lovin's, so I wrote another story.