I've always been a fan of wrestling, ever since I was three years old, and for the longest time I've wanted to write a story involving whoever, but I was always busy with my other stories and other things in my life. And well, ever since the storyline in which this story is about took off, I've been pumped and thought that this was the best opportunity to write a story. CM Punk has always been my favorite wrestler, and AJ is pretty much the best thing to happen to the company since, well, the 'YES' chants and Punk's promo last summer. So here goes. I'm going to do my best to base the story off of the events that happen on television, with everything else coming from my own mind in-between. Hope you all like!

The Kiss Of Death

His back was in pain, that much he knew. He could still feel the tiny splinters of the wooden table he had crashed through sticking out in his back as he gingerly made his way back up the ramp, toward the curtain. The WWE Title was firmly clutched in his left hand, his free hand on the small of his back, as if that was going to help the pain go away. His face was contorted in a half grimace, half look of anger as he finally made it to the Gorilla position, his friend and current opponent for his title in two weeks not far behind him.
"You alright, Punk?", he asked, shaking the cobwebs out of his head a bit as they walked down the steps.

"I should ask you the same question", he responded with as they slowly padded down the hall, the dressing room their mutual destination. "I wasn't the one who had to catch my ass on the way down."

"Be lucky I managed to, or else you'd have a nice little bump on the back of your head to go along with that back pain", he shot back with a wry grin as they made it to the door. As Daniel opened the door for Punk, he noticed a far away look in his friend's eyes. Walking into the room only to put his title belt down by his belongings, he stormed back out of the room and down the hall without another word, leaving his friend in the dust as he walked with a purpose.

When he finally arrived at the very end of the hall, the Diva's locker room in his sights, he angrily banged on the door, expecting one of the girls to open up. "I know one of you is in there, so open the damn door!", he shouted from the outside, the pain gone from his face, replaced with pure rage. He kept hammering away at he door for a good two minutes until finally, the buxom blonde Kaitlyn opened the door with a startled look on her face. Surely she hadn't been expecting to find a very pissed off WWE Champion threatening to break the door down with his own two fists.

"Jeez, I know you like to say that it's clobbering time when you head out to the ring, but this is a little ridiculous, don't you think?", she asked with a small grin, trying to lighten the mood, but failing when she looked Punk directly in the eyes. He wasn't here for small talk, that was for damn sure.

"Where is she? I know you know where she is", he said through gritted teeth, his taped up fists clenched tightly as they rested uneasily at his sides. He still couldn't believe the events of what happened a little over fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago. He caught a glimpse of her eyes as he laid there, on top of Daniel and the broken table, and he could see, in her eyes, that she had ad-libbed the entire thing, called an audible, went against the script, whatever. He didn't know what to think right now; everything he was doing was being fueled by the remaining adrenaline he had coursing through his veins, and the anger he was feeling at the entire situation.

"Where the hell is she!", he hissed after not recieving answer from the blonde standing right in front of him. "I'm not playing games right now. Is she in there? You'd better let me in and speak to her if she is", he said sternly, trying to calm himself down to no avail.

"Punk...Punk...", Kaitlyn tried saying, getting drowned out by his words. Finally, she threw her hands up and rolled her eyes. "PUNK!", she yelled; that finally got him to quiet down, if only for a second or two. "I don't know what to tell you, but she's not here. She skipped on out of here the second she got back from ringside. Didn't say anything at all, either. She just kinda grabbed her bags and bolted."

Not believing her words for a second, Punk pushed the door to the locker room open and waltzed right in, only to find the room empty, save for Kaitlyn's things. He couldn't believe it, but then again, at the same time, he could. It would be just like her to skip away, that unnerving smile on her lips as she did it. Walking back into the hall and past Kaitlyn, he shook his head and exhaled deeply, as if he was trying his hardest to not release all the pent up frustration he was keeping inside of him right now all at once.

"You tell her...you know what, forget it. I'll deal with her tomorrow night", he spat, moreso to himself as he walked down the hall, never looking back to see the utterly confused and conflicted look on Kaitlyn's face. Soon enough, though, he was back in the locker room and sure enough, the only other people left there were Daniel, John and Chris, and they were all ready to depart for SmackDown tomorrow night in Corpus Christi.

"Guess you won't be sleeping much again tonight, huh champ?", Cena said with a small smile and a slap on the shoulder as Punk entered the room. "How's your back feeling?", he asked as he scrunched his nose for a second; Chris had nailed him good as they fought backstage during the match.

"As well as you'd expect", he muttered in response. "Good thing I had Danny Boy here to catch my fall and be my knight in shining armor", he then added in a morose tone of voice. Daniel and Chris both grinned while Cena rolled his eyes; it was always something with the champ.

"Can't have ya too banged up for the big battle royal tomorrow night, Punk. Wouldn't be the same without you at your best", Chris said as he slung his bag around his shoulder and grabbed his other bag at it's handle. "See ya there, Punk."

"Yeah, right", he said as he sat down at his stall, the WWE Title in his hands as he stared down at it. He heard footsteps, and the door swing open, signifying the departure of Cena and Jericho. Daniel, however, had sat down next to him and put a hand on his old friend's shoulder, trying to think of the words to say at a time like this.

"You know that wasn't what was supposed to happen, right?", was all he came up with, a chuckle escaping him as he removed his hand from Punk's shoulder and leaned back in his folding chair. Punk nodded his head in response. It was all he could do right now, his eyes never leaving his title belt. Words seemed to escape him at the moment.

"And you also realize that if she had pulled that little ad lib, that little stunt with anyone else, she'd have probably been suspended or fired on the spot the second she came through the curtain, right?"

Again, all Punk could do was nod his head in response to Daniel's questions, rhetorical or not. It was becoming ridiculous, the entire situation. But there was nothing he could do about it right now. Sighing, he put his title back in his bag and began to unwrap his wrist tape and undo his kickpads. Daniel had decided that he had said enough and left his friend alone, feeling that saying anything else about what happened out there would further set Punk off. Soon enough, Punk was all by himself in the dressing room, finishing getting dressed. Putting on his worn out cap, he walked out and down to where his rental was waiting.

After getting behind the wheel and beginning the two and a half hour drive to Corpus Christi, his mind was still drawn, still wandering back to that one moment where he looked up at her, right after she had kissed him, and then shoved him through that table. The look on her face was...he didn't even know how to describe or characterize it. Was she doing all of this to purposely get under his skin? He didn't know. He didn't have any answers, really, just questions. Too many of them.

Was it all an act? Did she really harbor feelings for him? He knew that she had taken breaking up with Daniel really hard, and the manner in how they went about it behind the curtain was amicable, but not without awkwardness, hurt feelings and confliction, second guessing. She had taken it as well as someone taking a ladder to the face would, he said to himself, but at least she got up after a while. And though it was amicable behind the curtain, how it had to be played out on television couldn't have made things better, but she kept insisting that she was fine, on screen and off of it. The lines between reality and unreality were blurring at such a maddening rate, it was making his head spin.

Eventually, he reached the hotel where everyone was staying at and after checking in, he made it to his room and quickly collapsed onto his bed. He checked his phone, sent out a few tweets, and then found himself staring at the ceiling. His usual road wife, Kofi, was staying with Truth now that he had returned from his injury, so he had the room largely to himself. But before he could try (key word there) to get a bit of sleep, there was knocking on his door. Groaning loud enough for whoever it was on the other side to hear, he swung the door open to find nobody there. There was, however, a note stuck to his door. Grabbing it, it was from Kaitlyn, and on the note, she said that if he really wanted to, she could set up a meeting between him and who he had been looking for earlier sometime in the morning or when they got to the arena, whatever he preferred. Crumpling up the note and tossing it in the garbage, the WWE Champion found himself sighing deeply once more as he closed the door and drifted back over to his bed, plopping down on it once more.

What had happened to her? When he had first met her, she was full of life, always smiling, such a vibrant personality. Kinda girl next door-ish. He hadn't really talked to her all that much when she first arrived on the main roster, but when they did happen to cross paths, she was always very...sweet. They would usually talk about comics and music, and that would be that. Once she got moved to SmackDown, he started seeing her more frequently, especially when she started dating Daniel, on and off screen. But it was then that things, he noticed, that they went downhill. Sure, Daniel was always a good friend of his, and he'd always have his back, but he wasn't exactly the best relationship material...and it showed. Sure, some of that could be related to his career taking off when he won the World Heavyweight Title and the subsequent pressure that came with it, but he had known Daniel going back to their days in the indies, and he was never the best when it came to relationships and dating, at all.

He would either get attatched too easily, or become overbearing and snippy and just an overall douche. And in the past, he usually didn't think twice of it; whatever happened was Daniel's business, not his, and he more often than not had his own damn problems to worry about. But for some reason, a reason that he hadn't been able to figure out yet, this time was different. It had still bothered him to no end that he suddenly found himself in this position. Now, he thought, it was going to wreak havoc on his career and his beliefs. Shaking his head against the pillow, he sighed once more as he grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It was a little after two, and he had planned on hitting the gym as early as possible, seeing as he didn't sleep at all, but suddenly, he didn't feel the urge to go. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do with himself until he had to leave for the arena, nor did he really care. His mind was too pre-occupied. Grabbing his headphones, he plugged them into his ears and put his hands up behind his head. He couldn't help but laugh at the song that came on. He didn't even know how it had gotten on there, one of his friends had probably snuck it on there, but nonetheless, it was fitting, given the circumstances.

He had 99 problems and AJ Lee was one of them. And he didn't know how he was going to solve her.

That's it for chapter one! I plan on having chapter two up sometime over the weekend, before Raw on Monday night I hope. The whole segment from SmackDown this past Tuesday will be covered, and for what it's worth, I hope that they put Punk and AJ together. It'd be...interesting, to say the least. Hope you all enjoyed!