Stormy Sky

I don't claim to own WWE or any of the wrestlers!

So, I was watching a few DVD's and I found myself staring at the screen whenever Punk walked out. I've always thought he was just drop dead gorgeous, but idk. Something sparked in my head. All kinds of ideas started swirling around. Punk muse has made his presence and he's brought a friend/enemy of his along with him. I'm thinking of a multiple POV for this one. I've tried it before and I enjoyed it.

Ch. 1: Walking Disaster

Punk's POV

Oh no, not this chick again. Oh hell no. I just got rid of her in OVW. I thought I was through with her drama for good. Damn, I can't get a break.

There she was, laughing and giggling with a few of the Divas backstage. That green-eyed little monster. Her name's Skylar. Sounds harmless, right? Don't let that cutesy innocent name fool you. This girl's bad news.

OVW was hell with her. I swear her head spent around a few times.

I'm in the big leagues, now.

WWE, baby.

I don't need that thing to mess it up. Yes, she is a thing. Until I cleverly create a name for her species, she will remain a thing. "You know her?" Elijah Burke asked me, catching me completely off guard in mid-glare.

"Her, yeah." I know her, all too well.

"Man, she's hot." He mused, smiling to himself. I, on the other hand, could throw up. "Seriously?" I scoffed. I shouldn't have let that slip out. I mean, I can't have the guys thinking I'm some sort of woman-hater. And she's not un-attractive, at all. She's one sexy little monster. Her attitude's just fucked up. And it's a major turnoff.

"Yeah, man. You don't think so?" He looked at me expectantly for an answer. I turned and focused my attention back to the chatting girls. "She's alright, but…" I trailed off as she looked our way. She noticed my glance and smirked. She started to walk toward us.

Oh boy, I'm officially her prey now. Those eyes are determined. "Punk, you're up." The stagehand said from behind me. I let out a sigh of relief as I hurriedly walked away from Elijah and her. This promo taping is gonna air on ECW. My debut.

Skylar's POV

"Yeah, and we like totally agreed that I would pick the restaurant next time." Kelly Kelly blabbed as Ariel and I faked laughs. Kelly was trying to make jokes. "Hey, aren't they like staring at you?" Ariel, who's real name is Shelly, asked me as she pointed away from us.

I turned my head only to see Burke and Punk. The look in Punk's eyes let me know that he's still intimidated by me. The thought of that put a smirk on my face. I wanted to go over and bother him, but as soon as I headed toward him, a stagehand came behind him and led him off.

Damn, I needed something to get me away from Kelly's annoying ass stories. Ugh, man, here she goes again. "And you've got to hear about the time Shelly and I got locked in the bathroom at the most scariest hotel." This is torture. Just give me the guillotine already. I smiled and blandly laughed at Kelly's story until I couldn't take it anymore. I started to fidget and scratch at my hands. I only do that when something's bothering me. "Uh, Doll, were gonna have to finish the story later. I just remembered I have to show Sky around."

I guess Shelly noticed my annoyance and came in for the save. "Sure, talk to you later guys." Kelly cheerily smiled as we walked away from him.

We randomly walked around backstage, trying to make sure Kelly wouldn't find us anytime soon. We stumbled upon the ECW interview space, which just so happens to be where Punk is.

Perfect.

Shelly noticed my smirk and shook her head. "What?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"This is gonna be OVW part two, huh?" She asked, a knowing tone in her voice. "It depends on how I feel." I stood patiently and waited for him to start his promo. Straight-edge, yada, yada, yada.

Punk's POV

Not bad. That was pretty fun.

Yeah, I thought that until I looked over by some of the lights and saw the smirking face of Skylar. She was with Shelly, who's really a sweet girl. I have no clue why she chooses to hang with that thing, though. I didn't want to be mean to Shelly, but Skylar annoys me to no end so I chose to shun them both.

I turned away and headed back to catering, where I had left Elijah and the rest of my friends. I faintly heard footsteps behind me. I know it's her. It'd look pretty dumb of me to run from her, but I really want to.

"Punky Punk, wait up." She called from behind me. I stopped and sharply turned around. "What?" I half yelled at the short little brunette. She chuckled at my apparent annoyed-ness.

"Still the same old Punky. I see you've made it to the big leagues." She smirked.

"What do you want?" This girl irks me like no other. I just want to get away from her. "Oh, nothing. Just wanted to compliment you on your little 'straight-edge' promo." She teased, that smirk of hers still very intact.

"I don't have time for this, Skylar. Can't you find someone else to torture?" She turned her head to the side and giggled.

"Nah. I only torture the clean." She put her arms up and crossed them like a X, mocking my straight-edge lifestyle.

I frowned at her. "You're such a drunk." I scoffed, making her laugh out loud.

"That the best you got? You're so soft." Her hand slowly reached for my face. I caught it with my own.

"You play too much."

"And you're a stuck-up asshole. Let my hand go." She scowled and yanked her hand from my grip.

One of the stagehands tapped her on the back and wisped her away.

Skylar's POV

"Wimpy ass, dumb ass, stuck up ass, punk ass Punk." Ranting to myself, it's a talent.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that you're talking about CM Punk." That voice came from behind me as I vented outside. I had to take a smoke break. Punkarella pissed me off. "Yeah, I am." I was leaning on the side of the building, left arm wrapped around my waist and right hand holding the cigarette up to my mouth.

"What happened, he seems like a nice guy." I really don't feel like talking to this guy, but I want to make a good impression. "He's an ass. Straight up."

"Well, if you say he is, then he probably is." I gave him a sideways look and chuckled. "Is that your idea of a pickup line? Cause it's pretty lame. Step your game up, buddy." I laughed at his shocked expression.

"You got me. And I have no game, so just hear me out. I think you're cute so I would like it if come to the bar with a few of us later on tonight." He smiled. The funny thing about it is, I actually think that was kinda cute.

"So, you think I'm cute, huh? I'll think about it." I smirked and took one final puff from the cigarette before I tossed it and headed back inside.

Punk's POV

"Yeah, man. I'm in. I guess I'm the new designated driver." I smiled at Matt Hardy as I headed toward my rental car. I noticed Skylar getting inside Dave Batista's rental with a few of the other guys.

Typical Skylar. And nine times out of ten, she's gonna be there to annoy the hell out of me when we get there. Whoop-de-fucking-do for me!

When we all arrived at the bar, I thought I'd get acquainted with the rest of the roster. Well, the few that came. The Hardys and Shannon are pretty cool.

I talked to RVD for a bit. He's a comics fan like me.

After he grew bored of the scene, he left the bar. He probably had some homegrown waiting for him back at his hotel. But hey, I'm not judging. To each his own.

Rey walked in shortly after Rob left. After he spoke to some of the other guys, he headed to the booth I was at. Eddie stayed with me a while back in the indies. I met Rey back then. I'm glad to see him.

"What's up, vato?" He smiled ads he took a seat across from me. "Nothing much, man. Glad to be here."

"Glad to see you here, man. How was the ride?" He asked. "Man, I need to ride with someone. It's freaking torture spending so many hours alone." He chuckled at me. "Hey, ese. Every wrestler has to do it at some point."

We talked for a while until she walked in.

She went straight to the bar and started downing tequilas. This should be interesting, to say the least. I've seen her after a few drinks, plenty of times, and trust me, it's pretty funny. If' I'm not the one she decides to go off on.

Skylar's POV

"Now that I'm fully drunk, the reeeeeaaaal party can start." I said to Batista as I got off of the bar stool I was sitting on. "Wanna dance?" Dave asked with a smile as he lead me over to the dance floor.

Punk's POV

"That's her right there, man." I pointed over to the dance floor where Skylar and Dave were dancing.

"She doesn't look like the devil's reincarnate to me. A little rough around the edges, but not evil." Rey laughed. "Man, that's because you don't know her." I sighed before I took a sip of my Pepsi. Rey had Coke. Ugh, Pepsi so owns Coke.

"Maybe she likes you." I gave him a strange look and continued sipping my drink. I'm not commenting on that one. "Hit a soft spot, did I?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Rey, that's a story that I don't want to get into. But that's not it." I closed my eyes and tried to get some very agonizing memories out of my head. "Okay, I understand. But if that's not it, what is it?"

"I have no idea. Chick's just psycho."

"Nah, I'm sticking to my initial thought. And it must be true for you not to want to elaborate on it." He chuckled. I shook my head and laughed at the short man in front of me.

We talked for a little while longer until I noticed the thing and Dave headed toward the exit of the bar. I shouldn't care, but I know her. "Hey man, what's Dave like?" I questioned Rey as I eyed the two slowly making their way to the door.

"Oh, Dave. He's a nice guy. One of my homies," He answered. "Does he always take drunk chicks back to his hotel room with him?"

"Whoa, you jealous?" Rey laughed. "No. Just asking."

"Sometimes. He's a bit of a womanizer." Rey whispered. "Well, this one's not just some chick.

She's his co-worker. And she has a lot of baggage that comes with that drunken fuck he's planning on getting." I growled.

"What, she's got aids or some shit like that?" Rey gasped and stared intently at me for an answer. "Hell no, man. Nothing like that." I laughed, not taking my eyes off of the two.

"Good to know. And I agree, she's an employee. And I'm sure Dave's not planning on any serious type of commitment. I know you despise her and all, but you might want to save her from making a big mistake." Rey warned.

He's right. I know that thing's a psycho, but I'm partly the reason for it. I'll explain later.

I left Rey at the booth and headed to the parking lot where Dave and Skylar were. "Hey, wait." I yelled to them as I jogged my way to his car. "What's up, man? Punk, right?" Dave smiled. Skylar rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Yeah. Hey, Sky. Can I talk to you for a minute?" I tried to grab her wrist, but she clumsily moved it away.

"You two friends?" Dave asked, a frown slowly forming on his face. "Something like that. I need to talk to her." I said, once again grabbing for her wrist. This time, I got it. "Let me go, Punkarella. I don't wanna talk to you." She slurred. I ignored her and attempted to drag her over to my rental so I could take her back to her hotel room, but Dave stopped me.

"She asked you to let her go, man. You can't make her go with you if she doesn't want to." The tone in his voice was a bit intimidating, but he doesn't scare me not one bit.

"Listen, Dave. I know you want to take her to your hotel room, but you can't. She's not just some drunk ring rat you can just have your fun with for one night and then dump her to the side."

"Shut up, Punk. Why do you care?" She yelled at me, freeing herself from my grip. "Because it's obvious that you don't! That's why." I yelled back.

"You said that you didn't care what I did anymore, Punk." She glared hard at me. "I lied." I hung my head and stared at the ground. "Look, are you coming, or not?" Dave impatiently asked her.

"Fuck, man. Why do you always do that? You hate me, remember? I'm a thing, remember? All that bullshit you said to me." She slurred as she angrily yelled at me. I looked up at her and sighed.

"You're right. I did say that. And I meant it, to a certain extent. How I feel is not the issue. You leaving with this guy is the problem. You're drunk. And I'm not sure you even know that he's taking you to his hotel room for sex."

"Psh, yea right. We're going to his room to talk. That's, that's it. I'm not a hoe, Punk. Even though you think I am." Yeah, she's out of it.

"I don't think you're a hoe. I know you're drunk and Dave's gonna use that to his advantage." When I said that, Dave's face grew into a complete scowl. "Excuse me? You don't even know me. You're new to this company, and I can make it a living hell for you. Don't test me." Dave growled and got into his car.

"Ahh, great. Look what you did." Skylar said. "I'm gonna take you to the hotel. Hopefully Shelly will let you in her room tonight." I took her by the arm and led her to my rental.

Once I got her in the car and in her seatbelt, we were off. Trust me, that was a challenge. "Gimme your phone, Sky. I need to call Shelly and tell her to let you in when we get there." I reached my hand over, expecting her to slam it in my hand or her to bite it or something. But I got nothing. I turned to look at her and she was out.

Great.

Instead of leaving her in the car, like I wanted to, I carried her up to my hotel room. I had gotten into the city early and got a room. Luckily she's not heavy. Once we got to my floor, I hoisted Skylar over my shoulder, took the key card out of my pocket and put it in the slot. Once it opened, I put it on the dresser and walked over to the bed, pulled the covers back and put her in the bed.

I took her heels off and pulled the covers over her. I called room service to send some blankets up. So I could sleep on the couch, of course. By the time they brought them, I was really sleepy. Listening to that thing mumble in her sleep has worn me out. Brings back too many memories that I don't want to go back to.

As soon as I got situated on the couch and was half asleep, I felt hands in my hair. "What the hell are you doing, Skylar? I thought you were out for the night." I groaned and slapped her hand away.

I opened my eyes and looked around for her, but I didn't see her. I sighed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes, ready to slumber.

About ten minutes later, the blanket I had was jerked clean off of my body. My eyes shot open. "Skylar! What the-" I stopped speaking on account of her climbing on top and straddling me. "Get off of me."

She smirked at me and leaned down so close that our faces were inches apart. I can smell the liquor on her breath. It's strong. "Punkin. My Punkinnnnn." She sang. Whoa, she hasn't called me Punkin in forever. She's so out of it.

"Sky, get off of me." I said, without moving my lips. If I did, her drunk ass would probably think I was kissing her.

She softly kissed the tip of my nose. "Okay, you need to st-" I was cut off by her soft lips. Even in her drunken state, she's still the best kisser I've ever had. I'd have to be an idiot not to kiss back.

I had to catch myself after a while. I pushed her up. "What's wrong Punkin? You don't miss that?" Her glassy-eyed stare once again made me remember why I can't stand her. But I'm not gonna lie, I do miss that. The 'that' being her lips, of course.

"You're drunk, Skylar. You don't know what you're doing." I said as I tried to ease my way up. She was still on my lap. She let out a throaty laugh and slapped my face. "You can't hate me that much. I can get big Philly up with just a kiss." She laughed again and got off of me, slowly. Making sure to softly brush against the bulge in the crotch of my pants.

"Fuck you, Sky." I growled and grabbed the blanket from the floor and threw it over my whole body, including my head. "Yeah, that ain't gonna happen. I'm not clean enough for you. I'm a drunk, remember?" She yelled.

"Yes, you are a drunk. You're also an addict, and a fucking psycho. Now take your drunk ass to bed." I growled.

"You see, that's why we never worked out. You think that just because you're straight-edge, you're better than everybody. Newsflash, you ain't shit Phil." I heard the squeaking of the bed letting me know that she wasn't standing over me with a vase or something.

"We never worked out because you're a fucking walking disaster and I don't need that in my life. I should've let Dave have his way with you. Then you wouldn't be in here annoying the hell out of me." I growled.

"You seriously feel that way?" She said, her voice softer and weaker. "Stop it. Don't even pull that sad shit. You know nothing I say phases you so get off it and go to sleep." I growled.

"Thank you for telling me how you really feel, Punk. You're a class act." With that last retort, I'm guessing she went to sleep.

Well, I thought that until I woke up at around three to soft sobs and sniffles. She's super, super wasted. I mean, she never cries. "Skylar, what's wrong with you?" I got up and cut the light on. The light from the lamp wasn't good enough for me. I was actually headed for the bathroom.

"Nothing, fuck off." She growled at me. She was sitting up, knees to her chest and her face buried in them. "Look, this is not like you. I'm just trying to make sure you're okay." I cautiously walked up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. Her head shot up and she looked at my hand like it was her number one enemy. She looked up at me and frowned.

I moved my hand and the next thing I know, a pillow connected with my face. Damn, she's fast. "What the hell? First you slap me and now this? And you seriously wonder why I say the shit I say to you? Seriously?" I yelled.

To my surprise, she didn't whack me again. She put down the pillow and stared hard at me. A few tears falling down her red cheeks. "What now?" I threw my hands in the air. She didn't budge. She just kept sobbing. "I hate being like this, Phil. When I was with you, I didn't need all that shit. You made me feel like I belonged. I actually had someone who cared about me."

Yeah, she's seriously fucked up. I wonder what else she took. Probably a few painkillers. "I don't want to get into this tonight, okay." I sighed as I sat beside her. She instantly got into my lap and buried her head in my neck. "I'm sorry for what I did to you, really." She whispered.

They say that people tell the truth when they're drunk. Well, this particular drunk, I know all too well. And she's telling the truth.

I just wonder what the hell I'm gonna do with the truth now that I have it.

Okay, this is the first chapter of this story. It's kinda like a test run. I still have other stories that I'm obligated to, so this is gonna have to be it for a while, you know unless something pops into my head and I have to type it up. So let me know what you think about it. I'm trying not to make it too predictable.

Speaking of random things popping into my head, I'm writing another story with two of my favorite wrestlers. I don't know where that one's going, but I'll give you a hint of two main characters. One's the color of Ronald McDonald, and the other's self explanatory if you've read any of my other stories.