Hello & Welcome! I'm excited because, this is my first Wrestling FanFic! I've been inspired by so many writers who happen to be WWF/ WWE junkies (myself included) to give this story a shot, you know who you are.=)

I wanted to add a twist to this story by throwing another possible love interest for AJ since Raw lately has been really getting soft with PunkLee moments, doesn't mean I stop shipping them there's still hope :') . AJ/CMPunk x AJ/ Brad Maddox

Disclaimer: I by no means own anything from the WWE!

Chapter 1

AJ's blood boiled just like the thundering march in her step, she dared anyone to whisper anything as she passed the numerous faces gazing at the side Matt Striker held his microphone in hand while the backstage camera man stood close twisted the door handle to 'General Manager of Raw', as she heard Matt Strikers voice speak in of her.

" AJ? Is there anything you would like to tell fans of the WWE universe about what just happened out there?"

" Not now!" she hissed, stepping into her office slamming the door shut .

Her body almost gave out so she leaned on the door shutting her eyes listening to the murmurs on the opposite side, hoping they would disappear. Lucky for her the foot steps retreated, which gave her time to breathe pushed herself away from the door plopping on to the couch as the tears she tried so hard to hold back in the ring , were now falling down staining her she was trying to do was do her job ! Tell Punk and Paul Heyman to back off, she had enough of their snide remarks, ruthless actions, arrogant attitudes toward numerous peers. Nobody was beneath them, superstars, divas, commentators, fans, ! She was...doing the right thing.

There Punk and Heyman stood staring her down,as Punk brought that microphone to his mouth she knew he had something to say, because he always had to have the last word that he was WWE Champion! He was shown or given no respect lately, blah blah blah something everyone has heard before. Quite frankly his behavior was quite amusing because, she knew she handle what he was about to lash out, knowing that it pissed him off.

What she didn't expect was for him to go there... make things personal.

AJ rested her head in her hands now, how could this happen? How could he make fun of something so intimate, so private that the two of them shared with the world as some joke, for his own amusement?! As if she was a clown, a scratch to his itch for the moment.

Why does this happen? Why did she have to fall for cool, loveable ,egotistical jerks? Did they just have some odd pleasure in messing with her genuine feelings?

" What a let down." mumbling while shaking her head in disappointment. A knock came at the door as it opened, AJ let out a loud aggravating breath, " Please go away!"

" AJ?.." A male soft voice answered. She quickly wiped at her eyes, crossing her arms in front of chest. A head peered from outside the door looking in, show casing his handsome face.

" What do you want?" she asked a little more harshly than she wanted to. It was non other than Brad Maddox the new WWE official, just one of many men CMPunk decided to make his latest rant victim or worse.

" You can come in." She said standing up, remaining in her same position, trying her best to bite her tongue not cussing him out, since she did just come to his aid, before she was humiliated on national television...Again! The young referee stepped in shutting the door, then rubbed his palms on his the material of his pants as if he was nervous.

" Look I uh-," he raised one hand rubbing the back of his neck, " know I may not be able to be in here but, I just wanted to personally say thank you for what you did for me." He dropped his hands,

" Just doing what I had to do." She replied flatly shrugging, then dropping her own hands, turning on the heels of her black converse walking towards her laptop which laid on the table near the flat screen t.v. Flipping it open she logged into her twitter account posting a tweet.

AJ thought he had left once she heard his voice break the silence, " are you okay?"

She twisted her back to stare at him, his eyebrows lightly furrowed as the soft gaze of his brown eyes narrowed in concern .

" I know it's none of my busine-" before he could finish AJ strode forward backing him up into the door, without having to lay a pretty little finger on him.

" No it's none of your business, listen as GM of Raw and you as an Official I am not allowed to specify anything that goes beyond that ring in this arena!" She snapped.

Brad held his hands up in surrender, " I know Miss AJ."

AJ glared at him until she felt the anger taking a toll on her energy, She studied the referee as he stuffed his hands in his pockets now, then pushed him self away from the door contemplating if he should go or not. He should know it probably wasn't the best time to stay, it was never good to mess with crazy chicks especially a miniature one that happened to be one of his bosses. Brad just cleared his throat, speaking up.

" It's just majority of us had to watch what happened out there, General Manager or not that was truly uncalled for."

A small bitter chuckle formed from her mouth smiling sweetly at him she tilted her head to side. " Damage is already done, thanks but no thanks. Now if you'll excuse I'd like to be alone." stepping away indicating the conversation was over.

" Sorry for bothering you."

With the AJ heard the door close, the plastering smile now gone as her shoulders slumped guilt washed over her there was no reason to be rude he did seem genuinely concerned. She may have felt guiltily about that, one thing she didn't find guilty was posting that tweet that probably was going to be viewed by millions of fans over the world.

Hey CMPunk are you sure you want to expose the personal details of our life?I can play that game too.#Someonesacuddler

AJ stood in front of the bathroom mirror running a brush through the tangled brunette strands. All she wanted to do right now was just crawl into her covers and possibly have a good nights rest. When she was finished she flicked off the light switch to make way into her bed room, crawling on her bed reaching for the phone on the nightstand table near the lamp. There were twenty unchecked texts, and ten missed calls that all accumulated on her phone. Majority of them from her best friend Kaitlyn, a few from Kofi, Zack, John & Layla. It was wrong ignoring the people who cared but, she literally wasn't in the talking mood so hopefully they would let it slide when she saw them tomorrow. Chances were it wouldn't vanish all too quickly.

AJ sighed contemplating if she should reply or just endure the numerous questions that would be asked of her what? how?why?. She bit her bottom lip letting her fingers press the screen keyboard of her iPhone forwarding the message to everyone.

I'm fine

Hitting the send button, AJ placed her phone back onto the night table laying down on the pillows rolling over on to the side. There would be no doubt that more calls and text will buzzing away on the cell in a few more minutes or so...it was a explanation she didn't know if talking about would necessarily be the best thing. What would she need to explain? That her and the brutally honest Chicago native decided to see each other in secret not reveling their relationship to a soul especially those closes to them..until they were comfortable. She couldn't deny it gave her some type of rush, knowing they visited one an others hotel rooms late at night getting ready to experience something wild . Or sleeping over on Phil's bus, playing video games , and enjoying each others company later on having his arms wrap around as her making her feel safe. It was hard keeping this hidden but in some weird way it worked.

There's also another part AJ couldn't neglect noticing that things were sadly changing between them, him wanting to remain, 'best in the world,' keeping his top status as WWE champion looking for respect from any and every person who would call him out on his ruthless behavior as of late. It was frustrating because deep down she knew he was good guy, there are times he can act like a complete jack ass push things to a limit regardless until he got a rise out of any body. She hated to admit it, this is what caused her worry.

A knock from the door caused AJ to shake out her thoughts, she already knew who it would be. Getting up placing both feet on the floor, she walked out of her room towards the entry way of her hotel. Opening the door she saw his green eyes peer at her.

" Surprised your not holding up your belt in air ?" She said, trying her best to keep her anger in control at seeing him, " Your twisted fairy godfather isn't standing near you that's a shocker."

" I came to talk to you. You ignored my calls and texts." He raised his eyebrows at the sarcasm.

"Hmmm.." AJ placed her tapped her forefinger on her bottom lip, "ever give it a thought I possibly deleted them?" She then placed her hand down shaking her head," Well I'm not in the a chatting mood, besides I don't recall telling you my room number, goodnight Phil." She was pushing the door closed,a tattooed arm reached out placing a hand on it from closing on his face.

" April...please." AJ knew she was getting suckered in, from the green eyes that could melt her heart, and the look of 'I'm sorry' written all over his face.

AJ stepped aside opening the door wider for him to step in, with that Phil took up the invitation walking passed her until he entered the living room. She shut the door locking it. AJ followed him , crossing her arms waiting for him to say what he needed to. " April I wanted to apologize."

" I'm sure you do, what happened earlier was...low." She said through gritted teeth now feeling the anger coursing in her body, getting ready to give him a piece of her mind.

The six foot two wrestler rubbed the scruff on his chin, getting ready to feel the fury of petite spitfire.

" CMPunk has to always have the last word, last laugh! To top it all of you did nothing about Heyman, you just stood laughing with him as he belittled me!"

" Damn it woman! I said I came here to apologize, I'm very sorry , I was wrong!" His voice was raising a octave.

" Really?!" AJ raised a brow, " a week before, you got at pissed me for something silly, then the week before that! It's like your taking things to the extreme, keeping that title is starting to get the better of you, on top of that Heyman's breathing down your neck every second, and your always trying to prove something by trying to pick fights!"

" If your telling me to give up my belt you have another thing coming! I will not sacrifice my title for anybody!Paul acted up as well I also apologize on his behalf!" He spat stepping towards her now glaring down at her. " And I'm not asking you to give up your title or suggesting it and you shouldn't be apologizing for him!" AJ spat back.

" It's just-"her temples began to pound, she knew a headache was coming on, " look it's getting late can we just talk about this another time?" she said in a regular tone voice. Punk embracing her into his arms holding her close.

Silence took over, as they stood in that spot what seemed like ages calming themselves.

" I hate arguing with you," he whispered kissing the top of her head. AJ stood there for a while wondering if he was just trying to sneak his way out of it or not? She loved the warmth of his body near her, she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his waist, taking in his scent, the kiss bent down to place on her forehead.

" I could never stay mad at you," She felt herself pout, while a small chuckle escaped his mouth, " same here kid." he replied.

AJ glanced up at him, " You really should go." She said.

Punk shook his head from side to side, " nuh-uh I'm staying here with you." He kissed her forehead again, then eased his way to place a kiss on her cheek. Before AJ knew it he bent down lower caressing the soft skin on her neck, the exact spot he knew made her weak in the knees. She made a soft purr of approval, the plushness of his mouth contrasting with the coolness from the lip ring causing a delicious sensation to run down her spine. Just like the flick of a switch he always knew how to change her mood from bad to amazing. Tilting her had back to grant him more access, she didn't care what he did earlier anymore all she cared about was him making sure no part of her body went untouched.

AJ let him lift her legs off the floor encircling them around his waist, as he carried her towards the bedroom closing the door with the back of his foot.

AN: Let me know how I did, how I can make it better, or if I should continue? :)

Orchidxxx