The repulsive image of the face of the company, the star player, the most vital prize of the WWE getting praised for his defeat almost triggered Punk's gagging reflex as he laid beaten and bruised in the middle of the firm ring. Unfortunately the Boy Scout took advantage and countered the GTS. But they both knew that if it wasn't for the 110 pound, cunning diva that stood at ringside, wickedly laughing as she pranced around the both of them, their positions would have quickly been switched. And even though Cena won the match, she knew she was the real victor. "Fucking hell". Punk mumbled as he stood up, breathing heavily as he watched her. She quickly gave him a wink and skipped off. He and the WWE universe would both have to await for her next wily scheme.

"AJ!" The fuming voice yelled through the backstage arena. Punk had had a peculiar history with AJ, and even though it was bitter sweet, he thought she was officially done with him and that she would no longer interfere with his job or with his life. But that was the thing, he never knew what was going through her deceitful mind and it irritated him more than anything. Her dominance killed him, and the fact that she was always three steps ahead and he was always 7 behind. But still, there was that voice in his head that told him, maybe he made her that way.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he felt a large hand clash on his chest.

"What the fuck", he spat as he looked up, making eye contact with John Cena.

His glare could burn a hole through John's forehead. "Get out of my way", he said deeply and in a rather intimidating tone. He needed to get everything straight with the women that has now vowed to make his life a living hell, and the only thing keeping him from it was this so called hero.

"Look," John started, "I know you have this history with April, but I think it's best if you don't throw one of your tantrums on her right now. In my opinion, it'll only make things worse." John spoke in a firm yet quiet tone. He didn't want to cause a scene and trigger Punk's short-temper. But, as always, Punk thought it was him trying to pull the 'Mr. Nice Guy' card, like always.

April. The name stung coming from his mouth. He used to call her that, he used to be the only one that called her that, the only one that could call her that. Punk knew he shouldn't be perturbed by this. AJ wasn't his, he had no control on who she associated with, and even though he wasn't exactly content about AJ getting cozy with Cena, he had no control.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know AJ had her own personal reciter." Punk spoke as the venom reflected off his words. God damn it, it felt as Cena got more on his nerves every time they met. And knowing CM Punk that was not a good thing.

Punk forcefully grabbed the back of Cena's arm and pushed him back, his nostrils flaring.

Cena sighed, as he stood back. "Don't say I didn't warn you Punk."

"I don't need you're counseling". He said as made his way around the superstar, throwing his championship over his shoulder as he made his way irately down the backstage area.

Many different emotions flowed through the straight edge superstar as he passed the faces of his fellow co-workers, making his way to the Diva's locker room where he would have a little chat with the petite diva.

Even though he was set to have this talk with her, he knew he wouldn't convince her to stop anything she had set for him. She was just too grim work with. AJ had her own blueprints set in her mind that was just her, that was just what happens when she gets 'heartbroken' as she would say.

But Punk didn't break her heart. At least he thought he didn't. Things kind of went downhill last year after Money in the Bank. But that was another long story and AJ had her own personal version of what had happened.

Punk finally arrived at the locker room, roughly thrashing on the door as he yelled out her name. It was amazing how AJ could so easily get under his skin. He absolutely hated it. CM Punk never let anyone get to him, or at least no one had the balls too anyway.

"I need to talk to you!" His heavy voice echoed through the halls. Script writers, and producers stared holes in him as they passed him by. Of course they received glares. Punk hated getting stared at, he felt as if he was getting examined. Plus, he didn't need the whole staff getting into his personal problems.

"AJ come-"

"WHAT?!" AJ yelled as she roughly opened the locker room door, glaring up at Punk with her head tilt.

Punk liked to call that the crazy face. He would get one of those from her almost every day. And even though it was uncanny, he had to admit it was kind of sexy. But, he would never say that out loud.

"We need to talk". He said staring down at her. He eyed her face, taking in her features. He memorized everything about her. From her limpid brown eyes to her perfectly tanned legs. And, yes it was extremely tempting, but he could not let her get to him, at least not in that way.

AJ put on her famous sarcastic smile as he stepped closer to her, looking at him straight in the eyes. Punk could smell her vanilla scent. It was almost intoxicating and he could remember the days he slept next to her, when her scent would rub off on the sheets of his bed on his bus.

"Look, I don't have time for talking. So if you will excuse me-"AJ turned on the heels of her black and white Chuck Taylor's, reaching for the door knob of the locker room door. But she soon was stop with a tattoo covered hand gently, yet firmly grabbing her wrist.

"No, no, no. You're not getting out of this one sweetheart. Now, your gonna stand here and you're gonna tell me why the hell you came out there in the middle of my match, and your gonna tell me why you're still playing your little games with me. I thought this was done. But damn, when you hold onto a grudge, you hold on tight, don't you?" Punk spoke angrily to her. He was done with all the bullshit. He had no idea why she was determined to fuck up his life but he was gonna find out, whether he liked it or not.

AJ on the other hand was loving this. She loved the fact that he got to him so easily. He was simply giving her what she wanted and he didn't even know it. But there still was another side of her that hated this. She still couldn't believe that punk thought he was the victim.

"Oh Punk, don't play stupid with me. You and I both know whose fault it is that I'm like this. You know what you did." AJ glared up at him as the memories of that day came drifting back.

AJ stood laughing as Punk pulled his new GTS t-shirt over her head, watching as it slid easily over her black lace bra. She had added her own unique designs using just a pair of scissors and a few pins.

"Damn, if I knew what you could do with scissors I would have gave you my t-shirt a long time ago". Punk said as he admired his girlfriend's body from head to toe. A new shipment of t-shirts had finally arrived and AJ begged him to give her one. He thought she would just keep it to wear at night or something but he never thought she'd add her own perks and actually go out into the ring with one on. She was always full of surprises though, and that was one of the reasons he was head over heels for this women.

AJ smiled jumping on her own feet. "Wait till you see everyone's faces when they see me in this". She told him as she added some finishing touches with her makeup. AJ had finally gotten her match against Layla for the Diva's Championship, and she was planning on wearing his shirt instead of her normal ring attire.

"Hold on their spider monkey." Punk started as he looked at her through the mirror. "You sure you wanna let everyone know about us? I mean, you don't have to do it now." He explained. Punk valued his privacy and if something like this came out it could affect his and AJ's. But then again, if the company did find out they were dating they'd most likely put them both in a storyline together and the whole 'AJ dating every superstar' crap would end. He really detested that. He wasn't exactly a fan of watching his girlfriend get swallowed by every superstar in the locker room. And he most certainly didn't enjoy having to run into them and socialize with them afterwards.

"Oh absolutely." She answered as she turned around, wrapping both of her arms around his neck. "I mean the whole world will know that you're mine. Sounds pretty amazing to me." She whispered as she moved closer to him, their foreheads pressing together.

Punk's knees practically went weak. He swore this women would be the death of him. He smirked as he pulled her into him by her waist. "Maybe you're right. It would be nice scaring those assholes away every time they try to make a move on you." He said, chuckling softly. But he was serious, and she knew it. Punk would easily beat the living shit out of anyone that tried to lay a finger on his girlfriend.

AJ smiled. "Then it's settled. " She said quietly as she slowly pressed her lips into his, moving them in sync with his. The feeling would always take her breath away, and she could never get enough of the way his touch felt, and of the way he would make her feel.

Punk's hand quickly cupped her cheek as he deepened the passionate kiss, sliding his tongue on her bottom lip as he asked for entrance, which was quickly granted. It took little time as their tongues fought for dominance in her mouth. AJ moaned into his mouth as she pressed her chest into his. This had driven Punk wild as he grabbed her legs, pulling her up as she locked her legs around his waist. He felt the heat around them increase. Punk could never get enough of her body. It fit perfectly into his and he loved exploring it in every way. Soon enough, Punk led them to the couch in the corner of the room, careful not to break the intense kiss. AJ kept her legs around him, pulling him down onto her. Punk groaned into her mouth, pulling away from the kiss just to reconnect his lips on her neck. He left small, wet kisses down her neck before sucking down on the skin, biting gently. This was one of his favorite things to do, mostly because he would always leave a mark and to him this mark represented that she was his and only his. "P-Punk". AJ moaned as he sucked on her neck. He always managed to find that sweet spot on her neck that would drive her completely insane. AJ threw her head back, giving him more room as her fingers ran through his hair, small moans and breaths escaping her mouth.

Just as Punk was about to kiss down her chest, reaching her breast, his phone went off. He groaned irritated. "Ignore it." He mumbled against her skin. He cursed whoever ruined this flawless moment.

AJ giggled at him. "Come on, it might be important." She said. She too didn't want this to end but it could be an emergency and plus, her match was up pretty soon.

She untangled himself from him, watching as he rolled his eyes and got up to check his phone. She reluctantly stood up, fixing her hair as she checked the time. "Shit." She whispered, she was on in 2 minutes. AJ quickly went over to Punk and pecked his lips. "I've gotta go." She said quickly, as she ran over to the door, sprinting out to the gorilla.

But Punk was in his own world, holding up his phone as he read the text.

"Meet me outside the arena" –Amy

Punk ran his fingers through his gel covered hair. 'What the hell could she possibly want?' he thought. Amy had been bothering him for the last few weeks. She would always go on about how she had something against him that could ruin his relationship with April, but he didn't believe. He wouldn't believe it. He knew Amy was very manipulative, and he knew that she took the break up pretty bad. But what the hell did he do that was so wrong that she was holding against him?

Okay. Punk had two choices here.

One; he would go and meet Amy and find out what his big secret is that is supposedly jeopardizing his relationship. But that could lead to blackmail, and he was not up for whatever Amy had in mind.

Two; He could just not go, and pretend he never even got the text. But that could lead to Amy telling AJ some unwise lie.

Amy had advantages too. April absolutely idolized Amy, or at least idolized Lita. There is a possibility that she could fall into whatever trap Amy was assembling. And this is what bothered him the most.

He had to go. He didn't want her to get hurt. And even if whatever Amy had in mind would eventually hurt April, at least she didn't have to be even more dissatisfied that's her idol is a complete bitch.

And that's what he did. He went.

AJ knelt in the corner of the ring, looking at the new gold that she now held in her hands. Her heart was ready to pop out of her chest as the run mascara laid sloppily under her eyes.

This was it. It finally happened. After everything that she had writhed through, she had it. And the feeling was miraculous. She smiled widely, tears streaming down her cheeks as the referee rose her hand in victory. Was she dreaming?

Nope.

She had made Layla tap, and now she was the champ. AJ Lee, the champ.

The name sounded flawless to her as she skipped up the ramp, kissing her belt before making her way backstage.

She was congratulated by some co-workers as she made her way through the halls. But there was still on congratulations she wanted hear. And that was from Punk. She smiled at the thought. She knew he'd want to celebrate, and possibly celebrate the way they did when he won that championship. And boy was that a night.

"Punk? Punk? Has anyone seen Punk?" She asked out loud to anyone that passed her. They all gave her a shrug, causing her to stop walking, clutching the belt against her chest. She thought, thinking of where he could possibly be.

The bus! She thought as she made her way out of the arena. AJ quickly ran through the parking lot, looking like a little girl who just bought her favorite toy.

Punk always left the bus door open for her since he wouldn't be wrestling for a few weeks because of his break time, he'd always wait for her here.

AJ entered the bus, giving a small smile to the driver before opening the door to his bedroom.

''Punk, guess w- "she started, a large smile plastered on her face. But it soon disappeared.

There he was, half naked on top of none other than Amy, her childhood idol.

It was like she was paralyzed, her skin froze as she looked from her to him, her title clutched tightly in her hands, leaving marks on her skin.

"April, I can explain!" Punk quickly got off of Amy, making his way over to her. But AJ stepped back.

Amy stood smirking, in nothing but her undergarments. AJ barging in like this was not in her plan, but it did just make things 10 times better.

"April listen to me." Punk said desperately as he placed his hand on her arm.

AJ quickly pushed him away, hot tears running down her cheeks.

"Aw, she's crying." The mocking tone of Amy came from the back of the room and April's eyes went from Punk's to hers. A bolt of anger shot through her, and suddenly she wasn't nerdy April, she was crazy AJ.

Before you knew AJ ran over Amy attacking her with her title as she smashed her belt repeatedly in her face. "YOU FUCKING SLUT!" She yelled over and over again, punching and kicking and slapping

She felt the tattooed arms wrap around her waist, picking her up off the ground an dragging her away from Amy. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" She screamed as he put her down. Quickly she turned around, connecting her fist into his face. A million hot tears ran down her face

And with that, she disappeared off the bus.

"AJ, I told you that wasn't my fault." His tone suddenly soften as they both in the empty hallway. He remembered that day, and it always came back to haunt him. God, he hated himself for agreeing with Amy, but he had to, for her.

"Oh yeah? Then who's fault was it Phil?!" She said, rather loudly. That hit her like a bag of bricks, and she still did not understand why he would deceive her like that.

Punk could not tell her who, or why. He couldn't because if he did Amy would let out something that could ruin AJ's career for good. And he would not let his psychotic ex get in between her job. Especially when she is doing so well. She is the longest reigning champ and still has that title wrapped around that tiny little waist of hers. And he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror if he knew that he let his ex-girlfriend take that away from her.

"I can't tell you." He said, sighing as he looked down at his feet. He felt like he stripped of his manhood every time he told her that. Lying to her was killing him. But now he was getting torture by AJ for something that wasn't even his fault. And that, that he didn't agree with.

"Well, when you can, you know where to find me." She looked at him one last time, no longer with her crazy eyes, but with her broken ones.