A/N: Yet another AJPunk story. What can I say I love them together. By far my favorite wrestling OTP. And this isn't going to follow exact moments on Raw, Smackdown, House Shows, or PPVs. There might be a few moments of overlap, but it is mostly just my thoughts and ideas.
This is a Prologue. Though I'm not sure how long these chapters can and will be.

AJ's night had been absolutely horrid.

Having to actually apologize to that cackling witch Vickie. Forced to in reality both by the Board of Directors and Vickie Guerrero herself. Having two WWE superstars walk out. Though at least Swagger had the courtesy to have his match, though he hadn't really been scheduled for one merely replacement for the first.

And Punk. Not only had the nerve to walk out and take a personal day. Something she would kill to do at this point. But he tweeted her!

" WWEAJLee I'm going to go play Punch Out. miketyson doesn't fight Glass Joe. Come hang when you're done at work!"

" WWEAJLee ...going off the rails of a crazy traaaaaaain! "

He was going to pay for that!

She let out a growl as she tossed the phone across the room watching it bounce of the wall. It may have fallen apart if not for the protective case she had on it. Running her hands through her dark locks. She took in a deep breath. She had to calm down.

AJ let a smile break out on her face. Her plan was already in place. She may not be allowed to physically assault any of the roster, but she knew what to do.

"Paul, it was fine." Punk assured as they stepped onto the tour bus.

He and Heyman had just been around the town of Chicago. Punk had only today to spend time in his home town before he was heading out again. The 'day off' hadn't been planned, but due some rising bitterness he decided to spend the day in the city rather than wrestling against Sheamus.

Not that he couldn't win. He knew Sheamus was strong. He was friends with the large man for a long time. They had competed in tag-matches paired together. Really he was pissed. And no matter how good a match they could have he was not interested in fighting him.

"Phil, I'm all about you getting respect. Lord knows the McMahons have disrespected me before." Paul said, seriously. He was waving his arms around like he did a lot when he was invested in something.

"You mean like when Stephanie slapped you on the 1000th episode." Punk mentioned unable to keep the chuckle out of his voice. The man might be his manager and friend, but that didn't make seeing him get his ass handed to him any less amusing. Especially when the one doing the handing was the Billion Dollar Princess. Who by all definition was not even a wrestler. Even if she had won the women's title.

Paul sighed in some annoyance. "Yes. Now at Night of Champions will be a defining moment. Cena is right that this will define your career." He restated.

"Woah, woah. Now that is wrong. My career is defined by everything I've done while holding this title. Every person I beat, every match I won. And it will be going after Night of Champions." Punk said seriously looking down at Paul. Keeping a stern straight gaze down on the man daring him to say differently.

After a few minutes of silence, Heyman opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. Punk only smiled. Turning back he looked at the room of his tour bus...it felt different. He looked around his eyes going towards the TV. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. His Xbox was gone, as well as the stack of games and DVDs that were piled around it.

"Shit." He cursed.

Dropping the title on the couch he went to the back. Opening the cabinet he expected to see the overloaded pile of comics about ready to fall out and possibly bury him alive. That wasn't what he got.

Instead the cabinet was empty...Almost at least. In the center a small envelope with his name neatly written on the front.

Snatching the letter he ripped the envelope open.

'Hello Punkers!

You've been a very bad boy! Bad boys don't deserve to play video games or read comics.
But since I'm a nice person I'll allow you to get them back...
That is if you can follow my instructions.
Also if you don't do everything I request fully, then I can't guartee that everything will be in the condition you left it.

Your 'Crazy Chick'
AJ

Oh and before I forget...Respect.'

He read it over like 5 times. He could hear her voice in his head the amused and happy tone just as she had used earlier tonight when she made the match between himself and Sheamus.

Though he had to admit beyond his utterly pissed part of his mind that he felt mildly bad for the night she had. Of course he wasn't any help. Really he started the roll down hill for her when he decided to take a personal day.

And after the pissed off part passed and the sympathy for her stressful day. He was actually proud of her. The devious action was something he had been coming to expect from her, but this really was the best yet. He had hundreds of comics and plenty of games. Both of which were used to save him from the boredom of long road trips.

"Phil! What's going on?!" Paul's panicked voice called from the front of the bus.

Punk didn't know why he was smiling as he handed off the note to Paul. Taking a seat on the couch. He wasn't even listening as Paul ranted on how they could take this to the board or sue her 'little crazy ass'. As Paul stated.

Pulling out his phone Punk was still smiling a small chuckle shaking his shoulders. Taking the small icon of the bird he watched his twitter come up. Ignoring the flow of people talking of him leaving with Heyman. He opened a blank message, "You've got my attention." He typed out.

A/N: So what does everyone think? This story is gonna be more humorous than some of the others.
Any one with suggests on things AJ can make Punk do? I would love to hear some. I already have a few lined up, but more the merrier right?