PUNK

Punk walked across the car park towards the entrance, newly refreshed after his 2 month disappearance from the company, which was spent watching his much loved Blackhawks and Chicago Cubs games with his girlfriend. But Amy had walked away from him, after being so used to having him in Chicago for the past two months, she didn't want to let him go, she felt it was time he retired, and settled down. Hell, even start a family with her. That wasn't what Punk wanted though, he didn't want to retire until he was back on top and he had achieved everything he wanted, all his goals had been completed, and he was far from that.

She also blamed it on a small chirpy little diva, who Punk had been involved in a romantic storyline a couple of years ago, the young AJ Lee. Punk denied the allegation that he was having an affair with her, which was absolutely ridiculous. I mean, whilst he was away from the company, sure he missed her, and gave her a ticket to come to a Cubs game with him, but other than that and un-regular texts and the occasional phone call, they hadn't spoken to each other much. Punk didn't even know if she knew he was returning tonight, I mean, he hadn't mentioned it to her.

Meanwhile, AJ was sat in the café on the floor up looking out the window that over looked the parking lot, sipping slowly on her, what was now, cold coffee. And that's when she saw a figure strolling across the car park, clad in work out shorts, a pair of Nike running trainers and of course, a Ramones T-shirt, with a hoodie tied round his waist and his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He'd come back.

She immediately jumped up and ran out of the small café/catering area down towards the loading bay and out into the car park, he was strolling along on his phone and only looked up when AJ was roughly 20m away from him. He immediately began to grin, dropped his bag to the ground, stuffed his phone away and held his arms out as she came running up to him, expecting her to jump into his arms. What he didn't expect was to be greeted with AJ's palm slapping his bare flesh.

"So you didn't think that picking up the phone and answering the texts I left you for the past two weeks was worth it, and didn't think about mentioning the fact that you've come back?" AJ asked, finally getting off her chest something that had been aggravating her for the past week or so.

Punk stood there simply stunned whilst he processed AJ's angry words. God, she is sexy when she's angry. Punk shook his head quickly dismissing his thoughts and nodded accepting what she said, knowing full well that her words were true, and by the look in her eyes, had also hurt her too. "Look, something happened recently, and I've been struggling with it, I'm sorry I never responded to you, but it's been difficult for me, at some point I'll tell you. But right now, can I have a hug off my friend that I've missed?" He asked truthfully, looking straight into AJ's eyes. She began to smile, and Punk could tell that she'd forgiven him for now. He opened his arms out again and AJ walked to him and he wrapped his arms round her and hugged her tightly, while she buried her face into his chest inhaling the smell that she had missed so very much.

Eventually, AJ pulled back from him, muttering an apology, "Sorry about slapping you, I just got a bit emotional and angry, it's good to have you back." She said with a smile which Punk returned.

"Emotional? Are you on your period or something?" He joked, earning a stare from AJ that made him chuckle, "only kidding squirt, it's good to be back." He admitted truthfully, no matter how badly the company managed to piss him off sometimes, it was still his dream as a kid to be a wrestler.

He picked back up his bag and put a friendly arm round her shoulder as they walked across the car park and into the loading bay that AJ had ran out of just minutes previous. As they walked around, they were met with some familiar staff that Punk recognised and greeted, until he ran until the person he last wanted to see. Amy.

Punk stared at her, not able to believe she was stood in front of him, AJ looked between them and sensed the awkwardness; she of course knew they were together. Maybe that's what has been difficult for him, maybe they split up. I hope so AJ thought, then shook her head disgusted at her thoughts.

"Erm Punk, I'll catch up with you later okay?" AJ stated before stumbling away down the corridor after receiving a brief nod from Punk.

"Well, what are you doing Amy, what business do you have round here anymore?" Punk asked his ex-girlfriend icily, clearly not interested in a conversation with her.

"Look, Punk, I am so sorry. I should have never gave you that ultimatum, I know how hard you have worked for this your entire life, and why should you give it all up for me. I am so sorry, and well I thought we could make up and maybe go back to your hotel later?" She asked pleadingly, and slowly walked forwards to a speechless Punk, placing her hands on his chest and looking back up to his eyes.

Further down the corridor, AJ hid behind a storage container looking at the scene taking placer before her, it certainly did look like they'd split up, and now Amy had come running back grovelling and begging Punk to take her back. When she saw her put his hands on his chest and look up at him, she felt sick, but not as sick as she felt when she saw her gently place a kiss on his lips. Why did she feel like this? Her and Punk had only ever been friends, and face it, that's all they were ever going to be, hell, she hadn't even heard from him much over the past couple of months, she had no right to care so badly, or to be spying on the two of them.

Punk didn't respond to the kiss, simply pushed Amy off him and looked into her eyes that were full of hurt.

"Phil, come on-" She started.

"Save your breathe Amy, get the hell outta here, I have nothing to say to you, just leave. We are completely dead in the water, over. So save your grovelling and fuck off home with your shit apologies." Punk answered before turning away and walking down the corridor, shaking his head.

As he walked towards AJ, she quickly dashed away to the women's locker room and spent the rest of the evening hiding there, much like Punk, sat in the male's with his headphone in, only exiting for their matches. Naturally, Punk was always one of the last to leave with him normally being the main event of matches, and tonight was no different. After his match, he wondered round looking for his friend to carry on with their catch-up that was cut short, but failed to find her. Eventually, he gave up and headed back to his rental car and drove to the hotel that Vince booked for all WWE superstars.

After both hitting the showers, they lay on the bed thinking about that's evening events and relaxing from their brutal and tiring matches.

Punk looked at his phone and scrolled the contacts and stopped as his finger hovered over her name, opting to text her.

Hey, I feel I owe you an explanation of my recent jerk phase, can I come meet you? -Punk

Less than 30 seconds after putting his phone down, he got an immediate response.

Sure, room 426, 4th floor. –AJ x

Punk smiled at the short response, and mostly the kiss at the end, he leapt up and pulled his hoodie on and sprayed a bit more cologne on, pushed his hair back, grabbed his phone and key card and quickly left the room. Quickly heading towards the lift, he saw the queue waiting for it and turned towards the stairs and ran down to the floor below and looked around for 426, AJ's room. He stopped outside, looked round down the corridor and knocked twice and stood waiting.

AJ nervously ran across the room to open the door and stood back to allow Punk through. "Hey, you okay?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah, come here" He said and pulled her into a hug. Damn, he smells good, she thought to herself, and then sat on the sofa and pulled him down next to her. For the next twenty minutes, Punk poured out everything that had happened recently to him, Amy's actions, whilst AJ sat and just listened understandingly, and when Punk finally finished at looked up at her for the first time since he'd started the story, she saw the hurt in his eyes. She simply smiled sympathetically and wrapped her smaller arms round his frame, and he quickly responded and held her tightly, his head buried in the crook of her neck covered by her freshly washed hair.

"Phil, you shouldn't have kept that held up for so long." She murmured looking into his eyes.

Phil? She called me Phil, jesus, she is so perfect Punk thought to himself, and looked straight into her eyes. For a few seconds they both looked intensely into each other's eyes, and Punk brought a hand up to begin to stroke her cheek, and slowly leant forwards so her face was just inches from his. She looked down at his lips and bit her lip, she knew what they both wanted, she lifted one hand behind Punk's head and pulled him in gently and softly kissed his lips. After a few seconds, Punk began to run his tongue across her bottom lip, asking to enter, and both their lips were in a battle of dominance.

Punk moved his hands from her hair and slowly drifted them down her back to her hips, and pulled her to sit on top of him. The kiss began to get more and more heated, and AJ felt something move beneath her, and looked down to see his hard on showing through his jeans. With one hand slowly creeping up his top, the other went down to his jeans zip and quickly undid the button and then pulled the zip down, releasing his raging hard on. AJ looked down again and saw his intentions clearly. She groaned and pulled back and looked into his eyes and stroked his cheek gently, "Phil, as much as I want this, want you, Punk your hurt, you don't know what you're doing, you don't want a girl like me." She admitted and began to pull back from the self-proclaimed Best In The World's grasp.

Punk however, looked straight into her eyes and pushed a stray strand of her hair back behind her ear and nodded. "Oh yes I bloody well do, the truth is, I've always liked you, ever since those kisses when we worked together, even the one when I ended up going through a table afterwards, and Amy knew it too. The truth is, I liked you a lot, and still do, and if you want to give a jerk like me a chance, it'd make me a very happy man."

AJ just smiled and a few tears escaped her eyes, "You really mean this?" she asked, not wanting to somehow misunderstand him.

He simply nodded and wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

She started nodding and smiled, "You can be my loveable jerk." She answered, shyly looking up at him, Punk started grinning like an idiot and kissed her softly on the lips.

"AJ, do you want me to go back to my room or stay here, I mean I'll kip on the sofa if you want-" Punk started but was cut off with a kiss by AJ.

"I want you to sleep with me, in my bed. But I don't want to rush into things." She admitted truthfully, looking down at his jeans zip opened and his hard length beginning to escape.

He quickly nodded and she got up off his lap and grabbed some pyjama's, retreating into the bathroom to change and ready herself to go to sleep, whilst Punk stripped down to his boxers and tried to calm himself down over what had just happened. A few minutes later, AJ crawled into bed and smiled nervously at Punk who held his arms open to her, much like he had previously that day, and she willingly snuggled into his arms with her head on his chest and a hand placed on his stomach, with his arm wrapped protectively round her.

"You know, that slap kinda hurt earlier, little unexpected that April." He whispered through the darkness, gently running his hands through her hair.

"I'm sorry about that Punky." She apologised and gave him a brief kiss before snuggling back into his arms and began to slowly drift off to sleep. Punk smiled and looked down, and simply couldn't believe how that day had turned out, and how he'd ended up with this beautiful girl in his arms.

Minutes later, both Punk and AJ were both asleep in each other's arms, and gentle breathing could be heard as they turned in for the night.