"That fucking bastard!"
Phil Brooks looked over from where he was sitting, surprised. A few feet away from him sat a young woman, who was obviously angry and drunk.
He didn't know this mystery woman; he'd never seen her in his life. Still, he felt obligated to help in some way. He hadn't drunk anything all night, so he was sober. He could drive her home, or at least get her a cab. She didn't need to be out at this time of night by herself.
He didn't even want to be here. Being straight edge meant that Phil didn't drink, which made being at a bar pretty boring. He was dragged here by John and Randy, two people he liked to call friends, although at times they got pretty annoying.
After debating for a few more minutes, Phil finally got up and walked over to the woman. She looked over at him, angry and confused.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked, frowning.
Well, she's not a wrestling fan, Phil thought.
"Do you need a ride home?" He asked as calmly as he could. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I can take care of myself." She spat. With that, she abruptly stood up, and (after wobbling for a few moments) marched out of the bar.
Phil, however, wasn't through. He at least wanted to make sure the woman would be okay. She was obviously angry and probably shouldn't be alone. He followed her, a few feet behind her. She walked outside first, and a few seconds later, he did too.
Once outside, however, she was nowhere to be found. He looked up and down the street, but, not finding her, turned around to go inside.
A scream stopped him.
It came from the right, and found the source of the scream in an alley.
The mystery woman was standing there, along with two men dressed in dark clothing. It was obvious she didn't know either of the men.
Before Phil could do anything, the woman went into action. She punched one man in the face, who stumbled back. Before she could do anything else, the other man grabbed her from behind. The other one came towards her, but she was flailing her legs around, and managed to kick him in the face.
Phil, slowly and silently, walked up behind all of them, holding a bottle he'd found in one of the trash cans. When the first guy fell down, he hit the other (the one holding the young woman) over the head with the beer bottle. It shattered and he fell to the ground.
The woman turned around.
"Oh, my God!" She yelled, shocked.
Seconds later, she fainted, into Phil's arms.
Rosalind slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a couple of times, her eyes adjusting to the light. Looking around, she realized she didn't know where she was; she also knew she had a headache.
Rosalind looked around; it seemed to be an apartment. Who's, she didn't know. She was lying on a couch, in what appeared to be the living room, which was connected to a kitchen.
She noticed a man, sitting in a chair, asleep. He had brown hair and a beard, as well as a piercing in his lip. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, showing some of, what she thought to be, his many tattoos. His head was leaned back against the chair.
Slowly, she sat up. She looked around for a minute or two, and finally noticed a comic book on a coffee table. Picking it up, she began to skim through the pages.
"It's Batman."
Startled, she jumped, almost dropping the comic book. She looked up and saw the man wasn't asleep anymore.
"Where am I?" She asked.
"My apartment." He says, smirking. "And before you ask, no, I didn't rape you."
Her eyes widen as he chuckles.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Name's Phil Brooks." He says. She nods, slowly. "Or, as my fans know me, CM Punk."
"Oh."
"The name doesn't ring a bell?" He asks as she shakes her head. "The Best in the World? Straight Edge Superstar? WWE Champion? Second-"
"WWE?" She asks, suddenly alert.
"World Wrestling Entertainment." He says. "By the way, you never told me your name."
"Rosalind." She says.
"No last name? No interesting facts?"
"No."
"And why is that?"
She looks down, her hands suddenly becoming interesting. "My brother…he works for the WWE."
"Oh, do I know him?" He asks.
She glances up at him. "Did you say your name was CM Punk?"
"Yeah…"
"Um…never mind. I don't want to tell you."
"Will you at least tell me your last name?" He asks.
Maybe he won't recognize my last name. Not a lot of people do. He'll never know who my brother is.
"My full name is Rosalind Maria Irvine."
"Irvine…" He thinks it over for a few seconds before his face finally registers recognition. "You mean, your brother-"
"My brother is Chris Jericho." She says.
"Oh." Is the only thing that would come out of the WWE Champion's mouth.
"If it makes things any better, I think what he's been saying about your family is uncalled for." Rosalind says, giving a small smile. "Family matters aren't meant to be brought up without your knowledge."
Phil was astonished; he hadn't expected her to say this, to betray her brother like that.
He gave Rosalind a look over.
She had long, black hair, and caramel-colored skin. Her eyes were wide and brown, with long eyelashes surrounding them. Even though she was sitting, he could guess that she wasn't very tall.
"I hope this doesn't sound rude, but-"
"Why am I Mexican?" She smiles. He gives a small smile and nods. "I'm adopted. I grew up with Chris, though, so I see him as my real brother. I love him like a real brother. I may not be the best sister, but I really do love him with all my heart."
"What do you mean?" He asks, confused.
"Um…" She looks down. Seconds later, she looks back up at him. "Look, I don't know you that well. I don't want to just spill my whole life story to you. I want to get to know you first or something."
"I understand." He says, nodding. "How about you stay here for today? I have to go to a signing, but when I come back, we can get something to eat. Does that sound good?"
She nods. "Yeah, I guess that could work."
"Great." He says, standing up. "Do you want me to tell your brother?"
Her eyes widen. "No! Uh, I mean, why not let me just surprise him? Plus, he wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea of me hanging out with CM Punk."
"Good point." He says. "Well, I need to go, or I'll be late. Hey, it's Friday. Smackdown comes on tonight. How about we go out for lunch, then we can watch it together, so you can understand what me and your brother do for a living?"
"Sounds great!" She says, smiling.
"Awesome." He says. "Well, I guess I'll see you when I get back, Rosalind."
"See you later, Phil." She smiles.
With one last look at his enemy's sister, Phil turns around and walks out of his apartment, leaving the young girl to herself for a few hours.