Author's note:
Hey, everyone! Told you I would be back soon. Now, I now you might be all saying to yourselves, "Wow, Maizie! What gave you a brainstorm this time?" Well, it was Wrestling, first and foremost. And secondly, it involved one of my favorite OTPs of 2012, CM Punk & AJ Lee, AKA Punklee! Now, after some sporadic musings in my head of what I wanted to watch next, an idea bulb popped in my head. And after a brief surfing of the magical world of YouTube, I got even more inspiration, and now before your reading eyes is my new story.
Now take note that this is only the prologue, and I probably won't be updating this frequently due to my having to go back to school, but trust me, when I do update, I want to make every word and syllable was satisfying and well worth the wait.
And before I begin this story, I MUST give an unlimited amount of thanks and props to RonRon100 ( /u/3601900/RonRon100) and Jean-theGuardian ( /u/186537/Jean-theGuardian) for their help, input, betaing, and collaborating with me on this and future chapters in the story. You dudes rock! #Core4ForLifeBaby
Also, don't forget to check out the wonderful community created by Jean, Punklee Nation! A community that showcases the best fics that feature our crazy couple ( /community/Punklee-Nation/103205/)
And one final word: a disclaimer: I DO NOT, under ANY circumstances, own any rights, privileges, or trademarks of World Wrestling Entertainment. Those copyrights belong to the McMahon family and who else has a holder's share in the company. If I did, however, AJ would still be babyface, she would be facing and beating Eve for the belt at WrestleMania in her hometown, be with CM Punk and NOT Mr. Ziggles, John Cena wouldn't be such a hypocrite bland lame-o, and CM Punk would be getting the respect he so richly deserves. He's the Best in The World for a reason.
Now without further ado, here is... Love, Honor and Glory.
Love, Honor and Glory
Part I
Prologue
Royal Rumble - January 27, 2013
US Airways Center - Phoenix, Arizona
Backstage - After the show
Golden. Silence.
Those were the only two words that the defending, and still reigning, WWE Champion needed to hear at this very moment.
Physically, as well as mentally, spent from his match just a few minutes ago, here he was now on his locker room floor, meditating of sorts, trying to settle his body, and clear his mind.
He did not need to hear the verbal boos from the crowd that were echoing throughout the US Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona, nor hear the overbearing praise from his mentor Paul Heyman.
CM Punk was alone now in his locker room, sitting down Indian-style with his legs crossed, still in his ring gear save for the cut wrist tape and the discarded kick pads from his boots sprawled all over on the floor. Still drenched in sweat, he clutched the WWE Championship, his WWE Championship, hard and heavy to his chest. He had never treasured this precious and prestigious title even more so than he did now.
Why? Because just a few moments earlier, out in front of a sold-out raucous crowd of 18,000 plus, and in front of even many more watching around the world on Pay-Per-View, in the biggest match and moment of his career, and quite possibly his life, CM Punk did something that no one thought he would be able to do. He did what even John Boy himself couldn't do. He did the unthinkable.
He defeated The Rock.
He defeated the man who some would consider to arguably be the greatest Superstar in WWE history, The Most Electrifying Man in all of Entertainment, The Great One himself. It was a back-and-forth affair, with both competitors giving it their all and their best, giving 100 percent effort and then some, all for the right to hold the richest prize in the business high above their heads at night's end.
It took not one, not two, but three GTS's to get the job done, but the third time would be the charm when Punk's knee connected with Rock's face again, finally putting the Brahma Bull to sleep for good. That kind of abuse and punishment might prove eventually to be hell on his surgically repaired knee in the morning, but that didn't matter to Punk now.
He had silenced the doubters, the haters, and especially Dwayne himself, in retaining the WWE Title, and extending his now mammoth reign as the longest-reigning WWE Champion in over twenty five years. In his mind, Punk had now finally proved that he was exactly who he said he was: simply put, he was The Best in the World.
And perhaps the most surprising, and shocking aspect of this victory was that there wasn't any interference. There was no shady referee like Brad Maddox, nor a renegade group of rebels to cause havoc such as Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Roman Reigns, the three miscreants known as The Shield, which Punk had NO connection of any sort with either party, by the way. He didn't even need Paul to be a distraction at ringside, though he did appreciate his occasional shouts of praise and motivation.
But all of that was forgotten of the moment that final GTS sealed the deal, and Rock's shoulders were soon being counted on the mat, 1-2-3. Needless to say, the Phoenix crowd was left stunned.
Serves them right, Punk inwardly boasted with a self-serving grin on his face, scrunching his green eyes in victorious and triumphant glee. I told them that they would lose, and I would win. And I was right. Again.
Punk felt like he was on top of the world now. The title, the fame, the recognition, and he had now beaten just about all there is to beat in this business. He thought he had it all... So why did it feel like something was missing from this equation?
Punk pondered that random thought to himself, with the room still filled in silence. He quickly shook his head of that nagging, persistent thought. Now was not the time for such silly thoughts. This was a time of triumph. Of celebration! Punk hadn't felt this good since last summer, since he wiped that smirk off of Daniel Bryan's face after he beat him at Money in the Bank with the WWE title on the line, culminating a brief period of personal and professional competition between the two former Indy stars, and at one time, good friends. What a crazy time that had been.
Punk's ears immediately perked up at he had just subconsciously did, and he replayed the word in his head.
Crazy...
Only one person he knew was associated with that word: AJ Lee. The Crazy Chick, a nickname Punk himself had coined her as. Oh, How far they had come and grown apart...
Punk again shook his head, this time at the thought AJ clouding his mind. Ever since they had parted ways with each other, AJ moved on to bigger things. She humiliated Daniel in front of the entire world when she left him standing at the altar on the 1000th episode of RAW, something that he, as well as many others, thought Ol' Goatface had coming to him.
In addition to that, she became the new RAW GM, but that was short-lived as she would eventually be forced to resign.
And what did she resign for? Well, for apparently "fraternizing" with a fellow employee that was frowned upon by the Board of Directors. And who was that employee? Well, it was none other than the face of the company, Mr. Golden Boy himself, John Cena.
"Figures," Punk scoffed to himself with a low chuckle. It always has to be John Boy involved in a situation like this.
And while he didn't express it outwardly… deep inside, Punk felt some form of hostile jealousy coursing through his veins whenever he saw AJ kiss Cena.
And he also felt anger. Anger at what, he did not know. Maybe it was the sight of seeing how god awfully sloppy Cena was as a kisser. Or maybe it was the fact that he was watching AJ lock lips with someone that wasn't him.
But unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), Cena simply didn't return AJ's affections for him. And take it from Punk, one of the worst things in the world you can do is piss off a crazy chick, especially someone that had the capability of being the lightning bolt that would spark an unforgiving blaze upon you, as the little brunette spitfire from Union City, New Jersey possessed.
Nowadays, the self-proclaimed Geek Goddess was parading around with the burly, hulking bodyguard from NXT, Big E Langston, and making out with the Show Off, and Mr. Money in the Bank, Dolph Ziggler. And whenever he would see them having a passionate battle of tonsil hockey, Punk's feelings and emotions began brewing inside once more. But these feelings weren't of anger when she was with Cena. No, those new feelings Punk felt at that horrid display were more along the lines of…confusion.
Why in the hell would a girl like AJ hook up with a smug prima-donna like Ziggler, especially considering the fact that just a couple of months earlier, Ziggler outright called AJ "trash", right to her face? And now here she was, crashing her lips together with his, seemingly forgetting about all of that, and making out with him as if they were in a private bedroom, engaging in, shall we say, "intimate business."
Punk now for the third shook his head at the image that was branded into his mind of them swapping spit and mauling each other's faces, shuddering at every dark, twisted, perverted lip lock they engaged in, and the absurdity of it all. But he didn't have time to ponder over trivial matters such as that. It was time to celebrate. He had just beaten The Rock, and now it was time for once to spend a night out on the town.
Little did he know, however, that fate had something else in store for the WWE Champion, and things would never be the same again.
Author's Note:
That peaked your interest? I hope it did.
Now I have a basic outline that I sent to Ron and Jean detailing the basic plot of what's gonna go down in this here story. Ron decided to collaborate and send rough drafts, I would re-tweak, and then I would send them off to Jean for final tuning. So that will be the basic formula on how the writing of this story will happen.
Thank you all for your time, read, review, fav, follow, and I'll catch ya all soon!
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