Yeah i have no business strating a new story but I was watvhing a western that inspired the idea.

Disclaimer: I own nobody except...wait no nobody.

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"What can I get ya, stranger?" the young bartender asked in a lighthearted voice. It was a common interrogative that Slick Back Punk had become more accustomed to than he cared to admit and he replied the way he always chose.

"Soda pop on the rocks, Kid."

Attending to the man, Josh Mathews had to have been far more understanding to the whims of a customer than a bar keep usually was. Then again when most of your customers are outlaws you would be. Everyone had a deep dark secret and atleast two pistols to bury the truth. Josh probably knew what was best for him and made sure he didn't end up a secret; he was too young to be six feet under.

Here, as he stared at the most infamous anti-hero that side of the west, he catered to the outlaw gunslinger. "Slick Back, sir?"

Simply a look to respond.

"We ain't got no more fizz. Would you be wanting something else?" He hoped the man wasn't thirsty for blood.

An answer, "I reckon you got a tall drink of water, ain't ya?"

"Comin right up, sir." Josh nodded profusely. He quickly cleaned a glass and sat it down, reaching for a perspiring pitcher and pouring the liquid. His eyes fixed themselves on the bandaged hand that reached for the cup and the pierced lips that pursed for a drink. Instant satisfaction and a smile. "That water to your liking, sir?"

"A tad better than my liking but I'll settle, kid." The outlaw sat his glass on the counter and turned to the closed curtains occupying the stage. "When's the show starting?"

Josh perked up at the little piece of conversation. "That's what you come here for?"

"Nah, I want to leave 'fore it starts."

The answer was a bit unexpected but the young bartender checked his watch, "It's 'sposed to be on any minute now."

The man nodded and stood from his stool. "Great well I'll see ya around."

"Wait! Don't go yet, we have a fine performance next!" Mathews pleaded. He was more desperate for decent, less intimidating than usual company than actually selling the show. "Our showgirls are world renown so atleast stay for that. Come. Sit. Have another drink."

After moments of silent eye persuasion the man took his stool. "This better be good, kid."

And the curtains opened with a ragtime show-tune accompanying.

Many lovely women flooded the scene doing all the latest dance moves and twirling about but one in particular caught Slick Back's attention when she came in to view. Her teen like innocence made her stand out amongst the matured women as she whirled around happily in her huge black and red dress. They met gazes only momentarily before the curtain was back down and she was gone. Josh couldn't help but notice the scene.

"Her name is Anna Joe Lee but they call her AJ. She's a looker. "

Slick Back then adverted his interest to his water. "No kidding."

"But don't take too long a gander; she's taken." And disappointment took it's toll in a look from the gunslinger. Josh however, knew that was to happen. "Ole Daniel Bryan on the piano; that's his women on and off again. Don't let his appearance fool you none either. He's got one heck of a trigger finger." the man blabbed.

He knew. Punk had his run in with Bryan through out previous years and none of what the barkeep had mentioned was remotely exaggerated. In fact the only thing that he may have forgotten was Daniel's overexcitable anger.

The outlaw grimaced at not only the information but the fact that he saw AJ taking reprimanding words from Daniel. She couldn't possibly have done something so terrible that warranted all the yelling she was receiving- no woman could- and her face told that he really broke the taut heartstrings she held. Her face told the story as well as her fleeing feet.

"You ain't got no right to treat her like that," A young raven-blonde haired girl complained.

"She shouldn't have spilled that drink on my coat," Punk overheard the piano man.

The outlaw rolled his eyes. What a petty excuse to yell. He mowed it over for a minute as he nibbled his lip ring. "Hey Kid," He called out and claimed Josh's attention, "How do you get backstage?"

He walked up the directed stairs towards the back and looked around past the many beautiful women to try and find his target. After a well pointed out path he saw her sitting in front of her dressing mirror with the same girl who was defending her fixing her hair. He soon approached her.

"I'm telling you, AJ He's not worth all that. Don't you know what you could do to him? He's a wanted man and he's only using you as a cover up and somewhere to lay his head." The girl defended but the sadness in the crying eyes didn't seem to fade and she didn't speak. Her friend sighed and hugged her.

Slick Back cleared his throat causing the girls to both jump.

"Oh sir! You darn near scared me to death!" The raven-blonde cried and held her chest, pushing stray two-toned strands behind her ear as well.

"Didn't mean to startle you, none."

She waved her hand dismissively, "No please don't worry about it. I'm Kaitlyn." The hand was offered.

"Punk," he accepted.

Suddenly Kaitlyn got a glow in her eyes and shook his hand vigorously. "Oh my gosh, you mean Slick Back Punk? You're like the most wanted outlaw in the west! That is so awesome!"

"Um... Thanks?" He uneasily laughed. "Can I Uh..." he motioned towards AJ and the girl got the point.

Kaitlyn moved to let him through. "Sure, sure. Maybe you can get to her. Well, stay ahead of the law!" She called back before walking away.

Punk held his thumb up to her before turning to the broken girl who had not taken her eyes from the mirror in front of her. He took of his hat as he approached her even more. "Hi I'm Punk," he mumbled and she turned to look at him. He waved quickly and moved the hand to the back of his head. "So I'm not really good at this, and I reckon it's none of my business, but I know Daniel and what your friend said to you is probably true. He's a rotten a guy- Any guy who yells at a girl in that manner is rotten if'n you ask me. So don't let him get you down, and, if you have to, leave him." He finished strong but he was disheveled a bit when AJ didn't move. She hadn't opened her mouth or stopped looking up at him. He even doubted she blinked. "I'm just going to go...now." He put his hat back atop his head and tipped it, escaping from backstage to run into Josh carrying a tray of water.

"Well that was awkward," Josh whispered to the man.

"You have no idea and that's why I mind my own business." Punk shook his head and paid his tab. He walked out the back door where his horse was tied up and jumped on. With one final gaze to the bar, he rallied his horse and took off- raring to head home.

Sheriff Cena watched as the hairy Daniel Bryan screeched at the more or less innocent girl before him. There was some pity but AJ was more than meets the eye; she wasn't just some damsel in distress and so he didn't bother with her. His hands were already tied as it was. Escaped convict Bazooka Big Show was running ramped through the town and John had promised not to allow himself to rest until the man was stopped. That however was getting very tiresome seeing as how his partner Deputy Orton was out on some soul searching- getting back to his Indian roots. If only he had did the same.

He stood to his feet with his spurs spinning wildly and made his way to the door. As he made his way to his horse, another figure stood outside. "I bet you think you can take Show out by yourself, don't cha?"

"Jumping Chris Jericho, is it?" John immediately recognized the voice and stared out into the pitch black night. "I know I can take him down alone. I've done that before. The problem is with keeping him down."

"Quite tip-toeing around here, sheriff." The shadowy figure grinned and moved in closer, pulling his gun out and firing into the night only to hit a barrel of wine. "You're gonna need a guy like me, a guy like Flaming Kane, a guy like Motor-mouth Miz; you're gonna need our help and against you're better judgement..." The man walked over and took a sip from the runny barrel. "…you're gonna take it." He tipped his hat with a canary-eating smirk and saddled up, taking off into the sand dunes.

Sheriff Cena knew Chris was right and he wouldn't accept it but when the day came he'd have to. Show was unstoppable.

"I ain't gonna wait much longer, Vick, I tell ya!" Dolph pulled his hair in a fit. Too long this day had been coming and he was all too prepared. Even though he was young he had paid his dues to establish himself as a qualified gold miner.

The word had spread that there was gold spotted in his neck of the woods so scavengers were flying in from all over the area but the trip to the gold mines was hectic; up in the mountains. Very few would make it.

Dolph glanced over to the woman packing his bags and the tall blonde male getting the carriage ready. He had to thank Vickie for joining up with him and leading him to gold but as for Jack he didn't know why be hadn't been dumped. Their last time at attempting to reach for gold was foiled by- in Dolph's opinion- Swagger himself.

That wasn't going to happen this time. He had a little something for Swagger on this trip and finally the man would be off the scene.

Leaving him with the girl and the gold he so rightfully deserved.