A/N: This is my first wrestling fanfic so please don't be too harsh if there's some goofy parts that don't sound right and please review for any criticism which is gladly accepted! I don't own anything WWE related, only Samantha Faye which is a combination of myself (sorry to be cheesy!) and the character of Faye Chamberlain from the Secret Circle played by the amazingly beautiful Phoebe Tonkin to which her likeness is based off of. NOTE: The point of view goes back and forth between Samantha and Punk
Striking it gold with a misdemeanor
"Are you listening to me even? You're never going to make it around here kid if you don't pay attention to your boss!" Eve Torres scolded Samantha Faye as if she were a child.
I'm not a child, I'm twenty-two years old. "I'm totally paying attention, don't worry Eve! What do you need?" Samantha begrudgingly thought to herself but forced a fake smile to the diva who was now in charge of kissing John Laurinaitus' ass pretty much.
Officially her title was 'executive administrator' of Raw and Smackdown, but all of the wrestlers and any of the fans with brains knew it was bullshit.
"We have a segment we have to do on tonight's Raw with John and it's been the decision of the board to finally debut you. Show time is soon, so it's make it or break it girlie." This came as a surprise to Samantha, she had only been back stage as an assistant for a couple of weeks and didn't expect to be put up so soon but she smiled gleefully inside, careful not to show too much emotion around Eve.
"Wow, really?" A glimmer of pride shined in Samantha's hazel eyes before being shot down by the condescending tone of Eve.
"It's because you're young and you're eye candy sweetie, don't let it get to your head, k? And besides, you aren't actually getting to wrestle yet. We have a meeting with John in fifteen minutes for prep. Be there on time or I'll have your ass!" Before Samantha could reply, Eve turned on her heel (quite literally, the woman always wore sexy heels that even Samantha had to be jealous of) and curtly walked away from the young woman.
"Thanks for the encouragement." Samantha blew out a resigned sigh full of attitude and decided to stalk the halls of the back stage where all the magic so to speak, took place every week outside of the ring.
Most female wrestlers her age would be dying to be in the position she was in, but Samantha never felt like it was quite good enough. Her father was always pushing her to be the best she could be, so she wouldn't be fully satisfied until she got to shine in that ring in front of thousands of people, doing what she loved: beating the crap out of people. Samantha was momentarily pulled out of her thoughts, when rounding a corner she accidentally bumped into two of one of the most intimidating and yet attractive WWE superstars she had ever seen: Sheamus the great white Irish wrestler and CM Punk, known as 'The best in the world'.
"Whoa lass, watch where yer goin' there. I wouldn't want ta hurt ya!" Sheamus threw a flirtatious wink that she couldn't help but blush at as CM rolled his eyes to the Irishmen.
"I'm sorry boys! I'm such a klutz sometimes." Samantha's feminine, seductive side kicked in as she shyly brushed a strand of her dark brown hair out of her face and threw her hip to the side.
"I've seen you around here before but haven't had the pleasure of meeting, you. Name's Phillip but obviously you probably know me as Punk." The tattooed Chicago native modestly yet firmly said to her, holding out his bandaged hand as a token of good will.
"Your name's Samantha ain't it? I've heard about you, Eve talks about you sometimes!" Sheamus chimed in as Samantha firmly shook Punk's hand.
Oh my god, am I blushing? Really Samantha, this isn't high school anymore.
"Samantha Faye. I'm debuting alongside Eve tonight supposedly." She couldn't help but let a smile play across her face as she offered her hand to grasp his but Sheamus gracefully clasped it and drew it to his luscious lips to kiss.
"The pleasure's all mine lass. We're interested in seeing what's in store for you, that's for sure." Sheamus winked playfully at her and Samantha thought to herself, Such a gentleman, damn those cute Irish!
Sure she reciprocated the flirtation with the Irishmen but she couldn't help but locking eyes with CM Punk, there was just something about his presence that captivated her. Punk ran a hand through slicked back brown hair as they awkwardly broke gazes and Sheamus chuckled, noticing.
"Oh shit! I've got that meeting with Mr. Laurinaitus and Eve like now! Sorry, boys I've gotta go but see ya soon?" Samantha starting running backwards while calling out to them in a haste to get to the meeting on time.
"Good luck with Johnny, you're gonna need it!" Punk yelled out to her, seemingly interested in her professional well being.
"Run lass, run!" Sheamus joked around until their voices became too muffled from the distance.
Just in time, whew! She stopped right outside John's office to catch her breath and fixed her disheveled blouse and re-adjusted her pony tail, then applied a fresh coat of pink shimmer lip gloss to her now dry lips.
"Wrestlemania is coming up soon Eve and I want Jericho to wipe the mat with Punk's ass!" A agitated booming voice, distinctly northern obnoxiously said to Eve who Samantha could tell was in her best form: kiss ass hoeski.
"Of course! Jericho has this in the bag, he's already shook up Punk with digging into his family's past." Eve had one hand on her hip and turned her nose up proudly in agreement with the general manager, almost making Samantha want to throw up in annoyance.
"Sammy my girl, you're here!" John turned from Eve's pretentious yet pretty face to gladly smirk at the young woman.
"Hi Johnny, how've you been? Daddy talks about you all the time." Samantha's father owned a decently sized business along the east coast that had been selling gym equipment to the WWE for as long as Laurinaitus was with the company.
"I know he does, we just finished re-negotiating a new contract for this upcoming season! Sit darling, please." John gestured to the only open seat in the room, annoying Eve in the process by making her stand. Samantha smirked in amusement.
John may be a total heel, but I've practically grown up around the guy so I know him better than a lot of the other wrestlers.
Samantha had to admit when it came to the self-righteous man's family and close friends, he did treat them well even if he was a little rough around the edges sometimes so he was tolerable enough to her...mostly.
"Let's just get to the point, shall we?" Eve cut to the chase impatiently, she wasn't much for the small talk, even though she was all for the brown nosing.
"Ah, yes about tonight. So tonight is your on screen debut Sammy, are you excited? I know your father is." This was the warmest you'd ever see John Laurinaitus, and Samantha was one of the select few to view these rare moments of generous character that the man usually kept buried deep. He may not have been the nicest to her always but he always had a special place for her.
"I am, so what do you want me to do?"
"Well I'm going to tell you the gist of what's going on and then after this I want you to run everything through the creative team to make sure you're good. Your dad would kick my ass if I didn't debut you the right way!" John chuckled to himself, obviously thinking he was more funny than he really was.
That would be the day lots of people would like to see! She smirked to her own thought conveniently in sync to John's chuckle, so it all worked out fine, she was perfectly amused.
"Wrestlemania is a week away and the one thing I think I can bank on with you in this organization is placing you in it as Punk's escort and I don't mean this as a way to help Punk, no offense kitten." He stopped to readjust his tie before speaking again to further explain.
Kitten? Oh John, you're a piece of work.
"But I barely know him and there's only a week to set this up. Wouldn't the crowd think it's pretty fake, this newbie walking him to his match?" Samantha wasn't dumb, she knew when to question things and she sure wasn't one to just go along easily with being someone's pawn.
"Eh, I don't really care what the crowd thinks per say. I have an agenda with Punk, a vendetta if you will. I think it'll work out fine Sammy! So I'm going to have Eve and you go down to the ring in the middle of tonight's episode." He slammed his hand down on the desk in satisfaction and let Eve take it from there.
"I will be serving to inform the masses that John has officially appointed me to my new status and you're my assistant. That will set up who you are and start your story line. Punk will be there so we're going to be playing off of your chemistry to set up you being his escort to Wrestlemania." Eve said curtly without even sparing a glance at the young woman.
"What do you want me to do, use my feminine wiles to get him into me enough in a week to trust me?" Samantha scoffed thinking it was practically impossible to do. She was beautiful yes, she had the body of a model but she didn't think she could pull it off, especially with the defenses she sensed Punk kept about him when it came to women.
Silence, really? Well this sucks. Oh well, I can do this! The silence she was met with only served to vilify that is exactly what was expected of her.
"You are to follow my lead, speak when I give you your cue to and I want your body language to imitate me but I want you to still stay in your own theme." Eve instructed me as I was shooed out of the room but not before Samantha got one more inquiry out of John.
"John, just one more thing I'm wondering. What do you have against Punk?"
"Well, besides it being just business and for show, I'll admit Punk get's under my skin. He doesn't like to play by the rules...he's a wild card can't be controled like I want."
Yet you think you can control me, ha! As soon as I get out there wrestling I'm striking it out on my own, I won't need your help buddy that's for sure. I don't want help from my father's connections anyways.
Samantha simply nodded and took off back down the hall to find CM Punk but not for the reason John Laurinaitus wanted her to do. Sure, she would play along with the charade to an extent but she also had her own agenda. She was an ambitious girl after all, and she had plenty of things to shake up as an upcoming Diva wrestler. Samantha Faye knew just what she wanted to do.
*POV switch
Phillip Brooks knew there was something about that girl when he met her but he couldn't place it. He had heard about the money she came from and before he even met her, he had her pegged as the spoiled brat type. But when he saw her, she had an aura of posture about her, with something deeper in her eyes he couldn't quite shake.
"You there Punk? I'm talkin' to ya!" Sheamus nudged the straight edge man in the ribs to get his attention as they walked to the locker room to get their gear on. Both of them were scheduled to wrestle in insignificant matches as fillers to lead up to Wrestlemania tonight and on Friday night SmackDown.
"What do you want you Irish bastard?" Punk had a way of dry, somewhat mean humor that was always reflected in the ring with his stage persona but he didn't always mean to act that way.
"So what did ya think about legs a few minutes ago, eh?" Sheamus sometimes let his act follow him backstage when the camera's weren't rolling but it was always part of his personality to be a total ladies man.
"Who, Samantha? She's cute but I don't know to trust her or not." Phil shrugged, trying his best to keep up a shield to not let others know what he was really feeling, since Jericho was bugging him.
Ever since Jericho crossed the line...
"She did have a pair of legs on her, I love brunettes haha!" They reached the locker room and within ten minutes got into their gear by wasting no time since the show would be starting in less than two hours.
"Ever the ladies man Stephen." Phil smirked as he put his street clothes into his locker and got ready to leave the stuffy locker room.
"I'm really a gentleman when need be, I'm playing around lad. Speak of the devil herself, oh I'm just kidding darlin'." At this point they were out of the locker room and were met by the very subject of the conversation: Samantha but they weren't left alone, one of the back stage camera men had followed her for a planned segment Punk was unsure of.
I really hope she doesn't let Johnny boy make her into a puppet, there's enough of them around here!
"Heyya boys, I'm back. I was wanting to talk to you two about something. Well, more so two different things." Samantha stood up on her heels playfully but still fell short several inches to their height.
"And what is that?" Punk's curiosity ebbed in his voice as he asked her.
"Well firstly, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you guys welcoming me into the WWE. Between you and me, I'm rooting for you guys!" Her use of language and body mannerisms were slightly more exaggerated, no doubt part of her planned gimmick she wanted to put up for the cameras. She stepped into Punk's personal space to feign whispering as to not get into "trouble".
"But John wants to use me, and I may be a pretty face but .not dumb!" Agitation crept into her voice as she nonchalantly worked the camera as it recorded.
Damn, she's good for a beginner, and she said she's only 22?
"How about we step into a more...private area so we can talk about this?" Punk put emphasis on the private area part as he turned his gaze to the camera, cuing the man to cut the tape.
Coast's clear, now I can act like myself.
Most of what Punk said he had control of so he didn't really have to deal with the scripted bullshit most of the other wrestlers were given. But CM Punk was the self-proclaimed best in the world with a brand new contract, so he had more free reign.
"Nice one lass! You've got yourself some camera presence in ya after all!" Stephen teased Samantha as she eased up from her fake facade she had put up for the camera.
"Not bad at all for a rookie!" Punk gave one of his rare, genuine smiles.
"Oh, you weren't sure I could do it huh?" Samantha bit her lip in flirtation but it was apparent how pleased she was with herself.
"I don't know, what do you think Larry?" Stephen asked the cameraman who was just wrapping up and getting ready to leave.
"You did good Sammy! Now, this is off to editing real quick before the show starts so see you guys around!" The man hurried off as they bid him a good one, then they got down to business.
"So all acting aside, what was that Laurinaitus spiel about?" Punk crossed his arms as he leaned his back into the nearest wall and Stephen sat down in a chair.
"Well, John wants me to get close to you and be your escort to your match at Wrestlemania. He hasn't told me further how he wants to use me against you. I may be a rookie here, but I've known John for a long time so I know when he's being serious and just trying to put on a show." Samantha picked at her black colored nails as she spit out the end of the sentence.
"Well that's nothin' new, John's been trying to control us since we both won our titles." Stephen said matter of factly.
"Yeah, whether it's business or not he still wants to control me, no doubt." Phillip shook his head in rejection towards the idea but was glad she was being so honest, he felt slightly better about trusting her already.
"But I've gotta level with you two. I have to play along with him to some extent, my father does business with him so I'm in a tight spot. Plus, I have my own career to build up!"
Well then, this could get awkward...
"So Samantha, if you have loyalty's, why are you telling me this on and off screen?" Punk prodded for her angle she was coming from.
"Yeah! I can't quite peg ya lass." Stephen threw a wink her way which she gladly returned.
"Well...I don't like being any one's pawn but I've gotta be smart about this. John may be a family friend but if he gets in the way of what I want, I'm going to do all I can to work around that. So that is why boys, I propose I act as a double agent. In front of everyone they'll see me that way and in real life I'll be partnering with you Punk, so John doesn't screw us over in the process!" She blew out an exasperated breath from letting out that whole paragraph with barely breathing which made Stephen snort and Phillip give a small chuckle.
"I think we can go with it, what the hell I like ya lass and John can kiss my arse if he finds out, haha!" Stephen let out a booming laugh and picked up Samantha playfully for a second, then set her down.
"Do we have a partnership then boys?" She knew she had Stephen in the bag so she tilted her head hoping Punk understood where she was coming from.
"It makes sense, but you screw us over you won't like us in the ring toots." Punk secretly told himself he wasn't all that worried even if that did happen but he wouldn't let her know.
Ugh, she's adorable with those lips when they curl into a smile. Snap out of it Phil, stay focused!
"Lovely! I won't let you guys down, I promise. A girl needs her allies in this business, and I'm not as big into girl friends so I don't expect to make friends in the Diva department, that's for sure!" Samantha seemed pleased and that made her all the better to be around.
"You wanna come out with us after the show Samantha? I figure we should get to know ya and if any Laurinaitus minions like the hoeski catch wind of it then you'd be technically fulfilling your duty to Johnny boy as per his 'ruling'." Stephen earnestly asked her which she replied immediately.
"Love to, I'm willing to bet after my nerve wracking on screen debut I could use a drink. Oh yeah, how's that going to work with you Punk?" The girl definitely didn't spare any modesty about the subject.
"It's totally fine, I just go as the DD, so we're all good."
"Sweet, well I guess we'll get it figured out once we're done here!" Samantha was as bright as a star like this and Punk couldn't help but notice and it bothered him he was that drawn to her, like a moth to flame.
She's so damn sexy, but something feels dangerously familiar about her...
Phillip pushed the paranoia out of his mind and bid the two good bye so he would get his stretching done for his upcoming match, and forced himself to concentrate on what mattered most: keeping his title and staying on top like he should be.
A/N: I hope you're interested in what's going on so far! If any of the backstage scheming was confusing please inquire with me so I can further explain to you what the hell is going on :D next chapter I'll be posting some links for what Faye looks like, etc. Reviews would be gladly appreciated!