CM Punk once again broke my heart. His success in UFC had made him feel like he was more important than anyone else. I hated seeing it, the ego filled man wasnt who I loved. I didn't know this man. He wasn't the Best In The World, someone else claimed that title before Punk.
I sniffled as I pulled at my Walking Dead jacket, one of my hands then moved to my cheek to catch a falling tear drop before anyone noticed. The cold air wasn't the only thing making me have a running nose, and my eyes were perfectly fine. But those excuses would've worked, should anyone have run into me. Somehow I ended up lucky, no one I knew was around the arena this early. I was free to change into my attire and throw a pair of sweat pants and the previously worn jacket over my in ring clothes to keep warm. By then my face wasn't red, aside from my nose which I would be able to pass off as cold weather.
There was no skip in my step as I walked through the corridors; my feet dragged across the ground slowly. I hoped the hood that was over my head would cover my face enough that no stage hands or crew members knew who I was, but the chances were slim; there weren't many 5'2 women in the WWE.
My head peeked around the curtain to the main stage, the ring was being set up, lights tested and sound engineers working on queuing everything just right. Even the pyro guys were hard as work to make sure nothing went haywire, just like when I had my first night as RAW GM and during a practise run there were a few pyro malfunctions. Well, at least the wall recovered well from the flames, the guilt of thinking it was somehow my fault never went away.
My whole time as GM just seemed like a disaster. Not to mention it was a time when some Superstars were actually fed up with how they were treated, and Swagger and Punk weren't meant to leave the show early. There was even that stupid idea to have Chris Jericho put his contract on the line against Dolph, which was something I didn't agree with. Not that Chis cared, if he won the match, then he wrestled more, if he lost then he could tour with Fozzy more. The latter option must have appealed to him more.
The earful I received from my- former- husband about the tight lipped smile I gave to Jericho when I passed him by backstage at a show had made him jealous. I didn't see any reason why, I allowed him to be friends with women and yet whenever I was polite to any other man he would go off at me. That was one thing I didn't like about Punk, he was overly jealous. The condolences I had given Chris didn't escape from Punk either; then another argument ensued about how I seemed to be happy that Chris and his wife had a divorce. Lucky for their children it wasn't messy, it was just something that comes with any work that must be done away from home. We all strain from the ones we love when we can't see them enough.
Punk had just irritated me toward the end of the marriage, and that was why I was the one to call it off. His cocky and selfish attitude had come back again from his success in UFC, and he tried to have me held back in the WWE. I didn't care if Punk quit the WWE, or writing for Mavel Comics, he couldn't hold me back.
In my revelry I had sunk down to his cross-legged on the floor, my head leaning against the frame that would have once held a door and the black thick curtain falling on the left side of my face. It was times early before a show, when hardly anyone was around, that I liked the most. I could think in peace, no one bothered to disturb me.
"Having fun?" I squealed, covering my mouth with both if my hands as my knees found their way near my chest. Lying on his stomach, the curtain falling back to the ground on either side of his body, was Chris Jericho. The curtain covered just below his armpits downward, leaving his shoulders and up exposed. His hands cradled his head, palms resting on his jaw to keep his head up. He flashed a smile my way, one that never got old no matter how much he aged (or actually didn't seem to age after fifteen years of wrestling).
"Yes, I am actually, Jericho." I replied, smirking a little bit while raising an eyebrow up. Chris bit his bottom him as he looked like hen as trying to not laugh.
"Okay, jokes, and Rocky impressions, aside, how are you handling it?" Chris swirmed out from under the curtain, sliding on his belly for a few seconds before he moved into a sitting position on the wall beside where my head rested. His back rested up against the black wall, his legs out straight in front of him as he almost looked like he was lounging around. I didn't understand how a person could be comfortable in that position.
"Honestly," I paused, glancing down at my hands which were picking at the ripped knee of my old worn out and faded jeans. "I think I'm handling it better than I should. Shouldn't I be crying in a corner right now instead of just shedding a few tears?"
"I suppose so." I heard a click, probably from Chris's tongue. "He was only your second boyfriend, right?"
"Yep," a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. "And a bit of a egotistical douchebag."
Chris laughed loudly, and I covered a hand over my mouth to not do the same. This was why pretty much every single person on the roster or just in the WWE got along with him, he was able to take a joke and laugh at when a person made a good one. The laughter died down, silence between us was comfortable enough, aside from the noise of stage hands setting up for the show that night. I didn't know what to say, or if I should have said anything.
"Are you working in WWE again?" I asked, curious as to why Chris was even there. Yes, there were a lot of times when he would drop in to talk with friends and business alike, but he seemed to be hiding out, and that was usually saved for a surprise entrance.
"No, I just wanted to stop by." Chris head lolled closer to mine, still separated by the corner of the frame that we both leaned against. "Am I not allowed to chat with people I like now?" I stifled a laugh, which came out as a snorting kind of sound.
"I just assumed you'd be with your band members to something like that." I held my hand in front of me in a mock defence.
"I should probably go and see them, anyway." I held Chris groan as he stood up; he held his hand extended out for me to take. I did so, feeling his other hand touch my waist softly, his fingertips gazing at some exposed skin my top didn't cover. Both hands fell back to his sides, then shoved into the pockets of his tight jeans. What was it with Chris looking great in whatever he wore? It wasn't fair in any way.
"I hope Punk knows what he let go of," Chris had a rare look of sincerity on his face that was accompanied by his lips in a tight line. Like he was studying something that was important. My hands and arms found their way to his back as I stepped forward to hold him close, one of Chris's hands brought my head closer to his body while the other rested at the top of my back near my neck. I pretended to be looking at the ring set up, in reality listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. At least my face wasn't buried in his chest.
"Have fun out there tonight," he whispered, slowly releasing his hold on me. I stepped back and looked down at my feet, heat spread right across my face when I felt a very light kiss placed atop my forehead. Chris walked off silently, and I remebered back to the days of watching him, Kane and some of the other men that had been around the time of WWF. My little schoolgirl crush on him had overtaken me again, but it felt like it would have been settling in for a while.
A.N. This is only meant to be a one shot, but I might extend it to a two shot. It is a crime that there are no stories written for this couple, seriously, none of . Come on, everyone, this could be an interesting couple. That or AJ and Christian (I do ship her with Edge, but I think it's interesting with Christian). Am I returning to my writing after so long? I'm not 100% sure, due to the fact that I start Uni next week. So I study for about four months and this course will determine if I get into Uni or not. Anyways, enough on my life, I hope you all enjoyed, keep on writing and I love you all. If there are any stories you think I should update then let me know and I'll try to get to them.