Title: Staring At It
Rating: T-M, depending on the chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to WWE, but I'm waiting for the day that Vince McMahon hits on me and then I can sue him for sexual harassment then own the rights to CM Punk and AJ Lee. Sometimes I think I'm really messed up for thinking this way…then I remember I'm not alone.
A/N: Welcome to the second installment of what is to be dubbed the 'All Fall Down' series. I'm very excited for the sequel to finally take flight as I'm sure all of you are. I was very inspired by the song 'Staring At It' by Safetysuit and without it this story would not be written. Couple that song with the sexual tension stares shared between AJ and CM Punk and you get the sequel to 'All Fall Down' which would have ended at MiTB. But enough about that just enjoy the story and remember that feedback is appreciated.
July 16th, 2012
Dolph clutched his chin in anger as he walked through the halls. He could hear Vickie's voice echo throughout the arena shouting his name, but he paid her no mind. After taunting Chris Jericho for his losing streak and receiving the Codebreaker in retaliation moments ago there was only one person he wanted to be around. As he turned the corner, he suddenly stopped at the sight of the woman he'd been searching for engaged in a heated argument with her former best friend.
AJ stood tall, taking in the verbal assault from Kaitlyn standing before her. Daniel Bryan was by her side rolling his eyes at the diva's fury. Her voice sounding so broken that he could barely make out what she was saying, but the blonde-brunette pressed on with tears streaming down her face.
"Have you forgotten everything he put you through?" She said pointing an angry finger at the bearded man. "What he did to you? What he did to our friendship?"
To this, AJ said nothing. She merely regarded her with a stoic expression.
"He almost forced himself on me after Smackdown a few weeks ago, you remember that? Thank God for Alex or who knows what this asshole would've done." Dolph cringed at that statement; he'd heard about the incident and spent many nights wishing he could've been there. He would've handled the situation better than that pathetic Alex Riley.
"So now you're going to marry him? And what about Punk…he just gets tossed to the side like nothing…like the way Daniel tossed you out of his life."
Kaitlyn quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, her body shaking with sadness and anger. A dangerous mix of emotions. "I may not approve of CM Punk as a person but he was a hell of a lot better for you than this parasite."
"Now just a minute-," Daniel made a move to stand in front of his new fiancé but she held him back by placing a single hand against his chest.
"You're leaving everything you know or ever claimed to care for behind. All of this hurts way more than a slap in the face April," she said the brunette's full first name with such malice, "You're leaving the man that I know you love…and me…and for what…for-for Daniel Bryan!"
Kaitlyn nearly sank to her knees and Dolph raced to help her stand as she collapsed from the emotional exhaustion. AJ's eyes went wide at the new Mr. Money in the Bank coming to her best friend's rescue.
"They're not worth it Kait," he said sweetly tucking the distressed diva closer to his side. Her head fell over his shoulder in fatigue and all she could do was sob. She had no more words for the couple, only hatred. Dolph narrowed his eyes at the pair and looked between them with a serious and infuriated gaze. "They're nothing."
He led her away as quickly as he could to the nearest empty locker room and sat her down on the couch. Pushing the hair from her eyes, he felt his heart tug at the sight of her black mascara running down her face.
"Shhhh," he cooed, "Easy, sweetie. It's okay."
Touched by the words and comfort, Kaitlyn finally brought her eyes to his as he did his best to continue to soothe her. She felt so…loved at the moment. The situation was so familiar to the one she and Alex shared months ago that for a brief second she could swear it was the former football star staring back at her, not her old flame Dolph Ziggler.
Releasing a shaky breath, one of her hands moved up to cover his that caressed her cheek. Her eyes locked with his for an intense instant. She leaned forward nervously taking his lips gently with her own. Before they knew it they were in a frenzy and began to tear at each other's clothes. He pulled her dress up to expose her nakedness underneath as she fumbled at his belt with shaky hands.
He released her lips and began to pepper kissing down to her throat before nipping and sucking at the spot he remembered she would lose control from when given the proper attention.
She exhaled a moan as his mouth continued to form what would be a huge bruise hours later. Finally she was able to free him from the confines of his jeans and push the material down his hips and wrapped her legs around his waist begging for him to take residence inside her.
"Don't make me regret it," she groaned out the familiar sentence pulling him by the hair away from her neck and reconnected their lips.
He couldn't help but smirk at the dented briefcase in his hands. He'd really hit that giant hard enough to nearly crush the almost steel-like luggage that held his contract for a title shot. His contract that he would cash-in in a mere seven days, and if all went well he'd be wearing that golden belt for a record eleventh time.
To say he was elated was an understatement. For eight months now he felt incomplete without the sixty pound championship hanging from his waist or shoulder and on the 1000th episode of Raw that weightless feeling would finally be gone. He would make history once again and the title would finally have some relevancy.
It was sure to be a night that neither he nor the current straight-edge champion would ever forget.
He had a little spring in his step at the thought while he navigated the halls of the arena. Upon reaching the door that led to the parking garage he froze, his brow furrowing at the sounds that echoed down the hall. His mind registered that it was sobbing once he took a step closer and peeked around the corner.
His eyes widened that the site of AJ sitting against the wall hugging her knees to her chest, her body shaking from the small cries. Ever the boy-scout, John Cena couldn't ignore the weeping of the small woman and carefully took quiet steps toward her.
The young woman hadn't realized anyone was still lurking around the arena so when she felt a hand on her shoulder she released a surprised gasp that sounded more like a whimper and looked up. Blinking through the blur of her tears, AJ slowly came to find that Boston's own, John Cena, was staring back at her.
"You alright?" He asked with concern that would make any damsel in distress melt. His empathy was too much and she shook her head, ducking it into her knees.
John fancied himself an expert on comforting woman. He'd done it many times in his tenure here at WWE. But the sight of AJ Lee being one of them was shocking. Even in her earlier days as a rookie, she'd taken to handling any tough situation herself. He only saw her cry on one occasion: the night she was eliminated from NXT. Even when Daniel Bryan broke up with her on national television she never cried in front of anyone.
Clearly, times had changed.
John sighed, letting his knees touch the floor so he could sit against the wall beside her and placed a hand against her back; rubbing it gently.
"You're getting married you know? I figured you'd be the happiest girl in the world…" he joked. He was quick to joke around when others were sad. He found it was a gift he possessed that pulled people up from whatever slump they were going through.
She raised her head a little. Her hair draped forward, covering her face. She spoke in broken sobs, "I-I fi-fi-figured he w-would show up."
Her admission was something he had been wondering himself. Like everyone, he'd seen the proposal and was surprised to find that Punk hadn't gone out to the ring to stop it. But even in his absence John couldn't help but wonder why the young diva said yes.
"So…do you still plan on marrying him?"
AJ shook her head in frustration at the question, sucking her lips into her mouth a moment before releasing them along with heavy sigh. "I…I don't have a choice now I guess. He's the only man who seems to love me, let alone want me."
"You know that's not true," John scoffed, "There's always a choice, CM Punk or no CM Punk."
The Jersey girl released a broken cry at the name and John mentally slapped himself. Maybe he was losing his touch at this whole comforting women thing. Okay, time for a different approach, he thought.
"What I'm saying is…if there was a way out of this, would you take it?"
AJ nodded, even if she was unsure. There was no way out of it in her mind. Daniel was the only man who wanted her apparently, but she was so positive that Punk would've come to break up the surprised proposal the moment he saw it. She was wrong though and now she was stuck.
John picked up his trademark green ball cap and scratched his head in thought for a second. AJ wanted out of this, so he would get her out by any means necessary. He just needed to come up with a plan-
Quicker than lightning, a light bulb clicked on in his head and he smiled looking at the still gloomy woman who looked at him with utter confusion at his sudden cheerful demeanor.
"There is another way out of this," he said swiftly, "Come on."
He bounced up and grabbed her arm, yanking her to stand and began dragging her clueless down the hallway. The idea was bold and possibly a little bit brash, but sometimes drastic actions have to be taken. He only hoped that somehow this girl could have the happy ending she deserved. Provided a certain Chicago made punk pulled his head out of his ass.
He was content to let the visitor knock all night if it meant he could be alone. Right now he wasn't in the mood to see anyone. Considering the night he just had, with John Cena declaring he would cash-in his precious briefcase, the Big Show practically manhandling him throughout their match, and…her.
He shook his head harshly to get rid of the thoughts and buried it in his hands. He could've stopped it…he should've stopped it. The look on her face when she glanced behind Daniel…as if she was hoping to hear the static of Cult of Personality. He told her once that he was no white knight, but on this night, maybe he should have been. Maybe he should have kissed her with more passion that night back in New Jersey.
Now it was over and she didn't need him. She had Daniel Bryan, and they were getting married in a week. She didn't need him or want him. He slammed his fist against his knee; a bruise would likely form later. Damn that bastard Daniel Bryan for filling her head with lies and suggesting he only savored the gold. He should have let her in sooner. But he was CM Punk…the anti-hero, the rebel with little cause, the loner. He could make it past this. He had to make it past this.
The knocking got louder and he was getting pissed. Standing, he walked to the door to tell whoever it was to simply fuck off. Opening the door, his eyes widened in surprise at Eve Torres standing in front of him.
"Bout' time," she smirked cocking her hip.
"What do you want Eve?" He groaned in frustration leaning against the doorframe. He wasn't expecting anyone, let alone a diva…let alone this diva. He crossed his arms and stared at her with disdain.
She moved closer blatantly, placing a hand on his arm. Her deliberative closeness came as no surprise to him. "Just checking in to make sure you're alright."
The words were forced, and he knew it, so he simply rolled his eyes at her. She arched a brow at the action. "I mean…the Big Show demanding a title shot, as if he deserved it. John Cena coming in with the typical good guy act…it must've been quite annoying."
Punk chuckled, "It comes with the territory," he said taking a step back from her, forcing her to drop the hand on his arm, "I can think of other things that are far more annoying that an overweight giant and a wannabe Superman."
"That's right. AJ managed to humiliate and outdo you once again."
His face fell that the statement and he shook his head. "Goodnight Eve," he said forcefully and turned to let the door slam in her face. He wasn't in the mood to hear the former model berate AJ or his place as champion. Eve had other ideas.
She stopped the door with a smack of her hand, letting the other rest on her hip as he walked further into his hotel room. "Don't be so quick to dismiss me because I'm telling you the truth," it was a rude statement but she managed to say it with a sweet voice.
"The truth about what?" He asked turning to face her.
"That you've been belittled for the past eight months. In fact, I'd say the past three have been your lowest with you dealing with some crazy little girl. It's been the most interesting thing to happen in years around here and is it worth the main event status? No. That place is reserved for John Cena."
Had the room not been dimly lit she would've seen his face turn red with rage. She could hear him breathing slowly, trying to preserve his anger. Just a little more pushing. "I mean…I can see why AJ was so quick to accept Daniel's proposal. Then again, it's painfully obvious it was a move to steal the spotlight you deserve. Everybody's talking about next week's wedding over your match. How does it make you feel that you've been bested by your former fling's impending nuptials with a man whose practically an expert at stealing your women aw-"
She was unable to finish when he stalked forward bringing his scowling face close to hers. She was almost frightened and released a gasp when he gripped her shoulders and shoved her on the end of the bed. She was confused and gripped the comforter in fear as he towered over her.
"Take off your clothes," he snarled ripping the shirt he wore over his head.
Now that was more like it. Eve smiled and stood to pull the strap of her one-shoulder black dress down and shimmed it the rest of the way to the floor revealing she'd gone commando beneath it. That worked for him just fine, it was less to work with. He started to remove his basketball shorts and boxers when he felt her hands slide over his to help him.
Once removed and his dick sprang free, he stepped out of them as she started to lick him. He dug his fingers into her hair as he she worked him in her mouth, applying suction that made him groan. She was ready to take him down her throat when his fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled her up off her knees.
She leaned up to kiss him, wanting to feel his lips and tongue exploring her mouth, but he turned his head and she caught his cheek. She looked confused for a moment when he turned back to face her; his green eyes seemed to glow with anger at her action. As if her kiss was beneath him.
He confirmed her suspicion barely a second later.
"No kissing," he commanded and shoved her back on the bed before moving over her. He gave her no time to prepare as he pushed her thighs apart and entered her in one vigorous thrust. She threw her head back and gasped at the sensation, moving her legs to wrap around his waist as he began a rhythm.
Raking her nails down his back, he released a moan at the action and she noticed his eyes roll back in pleasure. The bed shook beneath them and he buried his head against her neck as he pumped in and out of her. He felt as if it were an outer body experience almost. He closed his eyes and imagined…imagined in wasn't a spray tanned model writhing beneath him. Her hair was darker, her body thinner, and feeling her place a kiss to his neck he imagined it was the supple lips of a small woman and she was smiling at him.
Seemingly thinking of her, Punk found his release and collapsed atop Eve for a moment to bask in what he had just done. He rolled away from her once his mind came back to focus that this wasn't AJ, this was nowhere close to her. Eve propped herself up on her elbows as he stood from the bed and bent down to grab something. Her dress in his hand, he threw it in her face and turned away.
"Get out," he said through gritted teeth not caring about the shocked expression her face had taken.
"Wha-"She breathed but he didn't let her finish.
"Get out now!" He screamed squeezing his eyes shut. His hands balled into fists on the windowpane.
He didn't hear her dressing in a huff. He didn't hear the door slam as she left. All he could hear was his heart beating slowly. He opened his eyes to stare out into the blackness. For a moment, a familiar feeling took precedence inside him and the Chicago native couldn't deny his heart had been broken once again. This time by his own doing.
Now this author is going to hide behind something for fear of objects being thrown at her.