A/N: Hey guys, so this is the sequel to Pipe Bomb vs. Pipe Bombshell. I ended that pretty shockingly, right? Yeah, sorry about that. This story will be legit, not a dream this time! Now, this story is set when AJ was GM and a lot will be changed.
I decided to do it during when she was GM because I felt that when the AJ Scandal (or AJPunk Scandal) started, AJPunk was left on a cliffhanger with the backstage segment where Punk was telling Paul that he missed AJ and Paul dismissed it and told him not to think about her, well he always thought about her.
Hope you guys enjoy!
October 1, 2012
I'm wide awake
Yeah, I was in the dark
I was falling hard
With an open heart
I'm wide awake
How did I read the stars so wrong?
I'm wide awake
And now it's clear to me
That everything you see
Ain't always what it seems
I'm wide awake
Yeah, I was dreaming for so long
AJ and Kaitlyn arrived at the arena for RAW, AJ making a quick B-line for her office as to avoid the continuous taunting by CM Punk and Paul Heyman. As she sits in her office chair, thinking about her dreams, she thinks about how frequent they have become, she's had dreams of a baby girl that was her and Punk's in the past, but the ones that have been happening for a week now are like a long story that just ended. Does she want this with him? No.
She suddenly begins to feel sick, like she's about to throw up, but she's quickly distracted by a knock on her door. "Come in!" She yells, trying to make herself look busy. AJ soon wishes she didn't say that ad Punk and Heyman walk in.
"What can I do for you two today?" AJ asks, looking up at them.
"Paul, could you give us a minute?" Punk asks, turning to face Paul. At first, Paul looks stunned, but he eventually leaves the two alone.
"Yes, Punk?" AJ asks, hoping to get this done as quick as possible.
"I heard you're getting a coach or something to watch over you tonight." Punk says. "I guess that what I did to you last week really set you off and concerned the board."
"I guess so," she says, taking a deep breath as her nausea returns, along with a headache.
"You don't look so good," Punk says, walking over to her and feeling her forehead. "You feel fine,"
"I'm just stressed," she says quickly, shaking her head slightly and smiles.
"Look, AJ," Punk says, sitting in a chair across from her desk. "The truth is, you're a better GM than what I've dealt with in the past. I don't want you to get fired now."
"Well, after your stunt last week, I could because it's very obvious we slept together before Summerslam." AJ says, slowly growing impatient.
"Oh, how could I forget our little affair?" Punk asks, crossing his arms. "The way my hands felt on your body," he stands up. "The way I kissed you," he walks over to her. "The way you screamed my name," he turns her swivel chair towards him as he puts his hands on each arm rest, trapping her in as he leans forward so hid lips are next to her ear. "The way it felt when I entered you."
AJ clears her throat and stands up, their faces almost an inch apart as she stands on her tip toes. "As fun as it would be for this to continue, I have a show to run." She says, pushing past him and to the door, opening it for him.
Punk turns around and chuckles as he walks towards the door. "You'll be begging for me by tonight." He whispers in her ear and she shoves him out the door and slams it, letting out a frustrated sigh.
God, he's always such an ass! Can't he just leave her alone for once? They slept together once... maybe twice... okay three times, but that was it. He just loves messing with her, annoying her, turning her on. Dammit! Nope, never gonna happen again. Probably not, it really depends on where and when. No!
I wish I knew then AJ's second show ran as smoothly as it could've been for RAW, Punk and Heyman didn't try to ruin her job tonight, all was well with the world. She thought she would go celebrate with Kaitlyn and Naomi, but was too tired from running RAW that she decided to go back to the hotel. When she put her bags on the floor in her hotel-room, she got a text and decided to check it now. "Room 720 now!"... From Punk. Great. AJ then decided to call him and ask him what the hell he was doing. "What the fuck?" AJ asked when he answered the phone. "I want to see you," he said, his voice deep. "You have a girlfriend," she replied, rolling her eyes. "But she's not here," "I don't care, go to bed," "April, I want you," he said. "Then dump Lita and maybe we'll talk about it." AJ said simply, about to hang up. "You know I can't," Punk said. "Paul wants me to keep dating her for my popularity." AJ scoffed did he really care more about his "popularity" than her? "Wow, you care more about popularity more than me, who you 'claim' you love." She said. "You've treated me like shit ever since Money in the Bank. Why? Did I not fuck you right? Because you always come back begging for more!" "April!" Punk said, trying to stop her. "Just... one more time? I know you want it." AJ hung up, throwing her phone angrily on the bed as she went into the bathroom, putting both of her hands on the edge of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. Pathetic. Ugly. Small. She thought to herself as she looked in the mirror at the woman she saw. Punk was the only guy who somewhat cared. "God, what are you doing, April?" She asked herself, looking down and laughing. She began to take off the horribly uncomfortable suit, leaving her just in her matching black bra and panties. She grabbed her white robe and walks out the door, remembering her key card. His room was just a few doors down from hers, she as she left the room, she looked down the halls to make sure that no one was there. She then walked to Punk's room and sighed, knocking on the door. When Punk opened it, he was kind of shocked, but he let her in and shut the door behind her. "AJ-" he started, but was interrupted by AJ pulling him down to kiss her. His hands instinctively went down to her waist, pulling her closer to him as his tongue slid over her bottom lip, making her open her mouth and let his tongue duel with her own. His hands went to the sash around her waist, undoing it and pushing the robe off her shoulders, leaving her in her black bra and panties.
What I know now
Wouldn't dive in
Wouldn't bow down
Gravity hurts
You made it so sweet
'Til I woke up on
On the concrete
August 6, 2012
Falling from cloud nine Punk broke the kiss and began to kiss down her jaw to, her neck, and then to her collarbone, sucking and biting along the way. AJ's hands went to his shoulders to lift herself up, her legs locked around his waist as he removed her bra and kissed down her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipple. He then began to suck on it then did the same treatment to her other breast, kissing down her body as he carried her to the bed. Punk lied AJ down on the bed, she pulled him up towards her, and kissed him roughly. Her hands went up his shirt, running over his tattooed chest and pulling it over his head. They then went back down to his basketball shorts and she pulled them down along with his boxers. Punk kissed her and in one quick swift thrust he was in her. They both moaned against the others lips at the feeling of being joined again. After waiting a couple of minutes for AJ to adjust to his size before moving in and out of her smoothly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her hands clawed at his back, begging for purchase. "Punk," she moaned, she felt his hot breath against her neck, his head was buried in her neck, inhaling her scent. "Oh," Punk began to pick up the pace as he thrust in and out of her. "AJ," he moaned into the side of her neck. "I'm gonna c-come," she moaned into his shoulder. Her nails raked over his back leaving angry red marks as she came, him not far behind. Punk rolled off of her and lied next to her, both panting. Once they were breathing normally again, AJ got up to find her bra and panties along with the robe. "Where are you going?" Punk asked, turning towards her. "My hotel-room," she said without turning around to face him. She pulled on her underwear and her robe and left the room quickly.
Crashing from the high
I'm letting go tonight
Yeah, I'm falling from cloud nine
September 16, 2012
I'm wide awake
Not losing any sleep
I picked up every piece
And landed on my feet
I'm wide awake
Need nothing to complete myself, no
I'm wide awake "Look at you, you're wet and it's not because of me." AJ cringed at his voice, she turned around to face the still WWE Champion, still shirtless from his match that ended not long ago. "Very funny," she said with a sarcastic smile as she continued to ring out her hair with a towel. "Asshole," she muttered under her breath. "You know, I have a way to get you out of those clothes." Punk said, taking a few steps closer to her and he moved her wet hair out of her face. "Punk, I would actually love to slap you so hard right now, but I'm afraid I will upset my stomach and vomit on you as well." AJ said, taking her shoes off. "And I don't need to deal with your complaining about that." "Sweetheart, you can try, but you'll never be able to get rid of me." Punk said. "You love me too much," "Maybe, or maybe because you won't go the fuck away!" She said angrily. "Ooh, touchy touchy," he said. "Are you on your period or something?" She gave him a sarcastic smile as she bent down, knowing that he was looking at her ass, and grabbing an unopened box of tampons from the bag. "No, but are you?" She asked, extending the box towards him. "I wonder why that's unopened," Punk said, crossing his arms as he began to walk around her, examining her closely. "Maybe you're stressed or... maybe you're pregnant. Of course, it wouldn't be mine, I use a condom, but I'm sure John Cena doesn't, his is too small to do any damage." AJ laughed sarcastically, turning around to face him. "Yeah right, I'm on the pill, dumbass." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "And Cena? Please, because I would fuck him." "Oh, I don't know, April. Girls like you are desperate for any dick." Punk said, stepping closer to her, challenging her. AJ's hand instantly went to slap him, the blow hitting him hard. "I know I fucked you, but that was because I thought you cared about me." AJ choked, tears forming in her eyes as she grabbed her bags and marched off. She saw most of the crew to packing up and she didn't want them to see her crying, so she went into an empty supply closet, throwing her bags at a shelf, her back hit the door as she slid down and cried. How could I have been so stupid? She thought to herself, knowing how stupid it was to sleep with him, when she knew he wouldn't have left Lita for her. She was nothing like Lita. There's a part of her that almost wishes she was pregnant just so she could shove it in their faces that she could have his children while she can't, but that would pushing out his demon spawn. After she cried for a while, she got up and walked out the door to an empty hall way. She knew that mostly everyone has left already, so she walked down the empty halls, until she heard her name being called. "Miss Lee!" She cringed again as she heard the cold hearted voice of Paul fucking Heyman. She clenched her fists as she turned around to face him and his client, CM Punk, walking towards her. "Paul," she said through gritted teeth. "I understand that you slapped my client, CM Punk." Paul said, motioning to Punk. "We're not on camera don't act like this is unusual." AJ said with an eye roll. "I've been slapping him backstage since he slept with me then went crawling back to Amy." "Miss Lee, did it ever occur to you that Punk needs a real woman?" Paul asked, stepping closer to her, making AJ take a step back. "Real woman?" AJ asked and laughed. "Oh, you were being serious? Well, if I'm not a real woman why did he sleep with me? Twice," Punk stepped towards her. "You are a slut who can't keep her legs closed." He said and she instantly turned around, a tear threatening to fall, storming off down the halls, almost running. Once she made it to her car, she broke down in tears as she sat alone in the rental car. Her head was in her hands as she sobbed, wondering why she ever liked him. There was a tapping on her window and she looked up to see Punk. "Go away before I slap you!" She yelled. "Come on," he said loudly. "Please, AJ, I'm sorry! I didn't mean what I said!" AJ looked straight ahead of her, thinking if she could just drive off now, but her heart made her unlock the car and he climbed into the passenger's seat, still in only his wrestling gear. "It's Paul, he... he gets in my head." Punk said, looking towards her as she continued to stare straight ahead like he wasn't even there. Her heart was telling her to kiss him, tell him how she has felt for years, while her mind told her to slap him. She turned her head and ran her hands through his hair as she pushed him towards her, their lips connecting in a passionate kiss. He lifted her up and pulled her onto his lap, her hips grinding against his, his hands going to her waist instinctively.
Yeah, I am born again
Out of the lion's den
I don't have to pretend
And it's too late
The story's over now, the end
I wish I knew then
What I know now
Wouldn't dive in
Wouldn't bow down
Gravity hurts
You made it so sweet
'Til I woke up on
On the concrete
AJ eventually broke the kiss for much needed hair, resting her forehead against his as they panted for breath. "This shouldn't happen," she said, still panting. "It should," he panted, his hands running through her hair, pushing her against him, their lips connecting again as he pushed off her jacket and undoing the - still wet - black tie hanging loosely around her neck. She helped him unbutton her tight white blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders, the material getting stuck on her skin from the wetness on the sleeves. She began to toe off her shoes, unbuttoning and unzipping her too-short shorts, her hips lifted up so he could push them down her legs until they hit the floor of the car.
While AJ's hips were lifted, she began to stroke Punk's already hard member, then her fingers hooked in the sides of the latex material and - with his help - took them off. Punk cupped her breasts, kissing her chest as she threw her head back to moan, he kissed the tops of her breasts as his hands reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms that were set on his shoulders, the lacey material resting around her wrists. Punk took of her panties quickly, not patient to tease her, the need to be inside her much bigger than needing to piss her off. With his hands on her hips, her legs on either side of him, her bra still hanging around her wrists for the fear of letting go of him, she lowered her hips down, his member disappearing as she went down. AJ threw her head back and moaned as his hands cupped and massaged her breasts. She began to rise her hips, then going back down. He began to bite at her neck as she picked up her pace. Soon both were screaming the others name, AJ's head resting on her shoulder, them both still joined. They stayed in that position, silence falling over them until AJ got off him, a feeling of emptiness washing over them as they tried to get dressed in the tight space. Punk left the car, he waved at her as he walked back inside the arena to grab his things as AJ sighed and threw her head back against the seat. She started the car and drove to her hotel.
Present...
Falling from cloud nine (it was out of the blue)
I'm crashing from the high
I'm letting go tonight (yeah, I'm letting you go)
I'm falling from cloud nine
AJ was mindlessly walking in the halls of the arena, too engulfed in her thoughts to pay attention to anything else, everything seemed less important.
"AJ, the show is starting!" Kaitlyn says, grabbing her best friend's hand and dragging her towards the gorilla area. Thankfully, she was already in her General Manager outfit.
AJ sighed, her music starting and walking out. She talked, praying to God that she wouldn't hear Punk's music start as Daniel came out saying he was going to "apologize". Soon, Dolph and Vickie came out, then Punk, who wasn't supposed to come out for this segment.
Once Kane came out, all hell broke lose. When Kane called AJ a good kisser, she saw Punk's angry features soften, his face agreeing with him.
"She's also amazing in bed," Punk says, looking at all the fans with a big smirk on his face as Paul was telling him not to go further off-script and AJ glaring at him. If looks could kill, Punk would've been dead when he said that.
"I would say, Daniel Bryan is better than you in bed." AJ says, pointing to Daniel.
"Wow, AJ, you're the Best in the World at some things, but one is definitely not lying." Punk says, stepping closer to her.
"Really? I'm lying? Because last time I checked, you used me." AJ says, confidently stepping closer to him and getting in his face as the four others in the ring stare at the two, not knowing what to say to stop this sexual tension on PG television. Everyone in the whole entire arena and viewers at home were thinking the same thing: will they kiss? The question was answered when Dolph gently nudged Punk and their lips crashed down on the others. At first, both were shocked, but the look in each others eyes made them continue. His hands went to her waist and his tongue slid over her bottom lip as they heard the fans gasp and cheer, some booing. Their tongues soon began dueling, then AJ shoved his chest to push him off of her and she slapped him, his hand going to his bottom lip, touching it to make sure he wasn't bleeding. AJ's fingers touched her lips, still feeling his lips on hers as she looked around at the others in the ring with them as she left the ring, storming up the ramp.
When she finally made it backstage, she was bombarded with questions by Superstars, Divas, writers, crew and Stephanie, as she almost ran to her office, she had yet to hear from Triple-H and his phone that screamed when Vince McMahon was upset.
AJ reached the empty halls to her office, breathing in a sigh of relief, she thought she was safe. Safe from Paul Heyman. Safe from Stephanie McMahon. Safe from CM Punk. Safe from Triple-H. Safe from Vince McMahon. And safe from the pain the world calls heartbreak, until she heard that voice.
"April!" She heard Triple-H say angrily, behind her. She turned around to see him and his phone in his hand.
"Miss Mendez!" Vince says angrily. "What the hell were you doing out there?!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. McMahon," she says quickly. "Nick, h-he shoved Punk and it just happened! We played our rolls, Mr. McMahon. I pushed him off and slapped him."
"I saw, Miss Mendez," he says with an aggravated sigh. "You're off the hook this time, but no more funny business. Are we clear?"
"Yes, yes, I understand," she says and lets out a sigh of relief.
"Now find me Punk and Heyman!" Vince says and AJ turns back to go to her office, too afraid to turn on the TV. She finally got up the courage to turn it on, just as the replay of their kiss is played and the commentators talked.
"Are they together again?" "I wouldn't be surprised Punk has kept that championship longer than he was supposed to. I bet you AJ is helping him!"
AJ instantly turned off the TV as Stephanie came in. "AJ, we need you to do a backstage segment with Punk and Paul." Stephanie says, surprisingly calm for what happened in the ring only ten minutes prior.
AJ sighs, getting up from her desk and following Stephanie to where she is supposed to do the segment. Punk and Paul show up soon after. It starts with Punk and Paul looking worried.
"What the hell was that?" Paul asks. "Last week you mad her angry, sad, and heartbroken. This week, you've pissed her off to the point where I wouldn't be surprised if she stripped you." He puts his hands on his hips. "And it was all for a woman you don't care about. You never loved her, you never even liked her."
"You don't know how I really feel about AJ." Punk says.
I'm wide awake
Thunder rumbling
Castles crumbling
I'm wide awake
I am trying to hold on
I'm wide awake
God knows that I've tried
Seeing the bright side
I'm wide awake
I'm not blind anymore...
No words are said between the two as AJ storms down the hall behind them, coming up between the two. "Ladies," she says looking between the two and turning towards Punk, one hand on her hip as she glares at him. "What the hell was that?"
"Oh, I don't know, you tell me!" Punk says, neither paying any attention to Paul, who is slowly growing agitated by the two. "You kissed me first!"
AJ scoffs, seriously? Did he seriously just say that? There is no script for this, they're just winging it, but this arguing, isn't "winging it". She crosses her arms, putting most of her weight on her right side. "Me? I'm not the one who shoved my tongue in your mouth!"
"Oh don't give me that, you liked it!" Punk says, stepping closer to her. "You put your hands on the back on my neck and pulled me down!"
"Oh really? Because my hands were flat on your chest, pushing you off me!" AJ says. "You don't want to admit it, but you need me. You love me and if you'll just admit it we can move on!" She nearly screamed the last part.
"I don't love you! You're crazy!" He screams back at her.
"Fine! Don't admit it! But you kissed me and accept it!" She screams back and the two start arguing over each other.
"You two children need to stop!" Paul says. "Miss Lee, I am sorry about my client's actions."
"Paul, your client has tried to destroy my career since July. I am not letting him do it anymore." AJ says, turning on her heels and walking down the halls behind them, knowing Punk is staring at her as she walked. Stephanie gave the okay on the segment and asked AJ what she was going to AJ, the general manager simply smiled deviously and said. "You'll see," she then turned to her office and went to her bags, pulling out two items of clothing and running into the bathroom and changing into it, examining how she looks in it, specifically to her stomach, which seems a bit bigger than it normally is, but not so much that many people will notice.
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
About an hour later, the match that she set earlier for Team Hell No vs. CM Punk and Dolph Ziggler is up next. They all come out and finally, AJ comes skipping out in her referee outfit, a big smile on her face as she stops skipping where Punk is, turned around in the ring to face her. She blows a kiss to him, winking at him as she steps in the ring, standing in between Daniel and Punk. The belle rings and the two go at it.
Throughout the match, AJ looked at Punk sensually. When he pinned Daniel and he kicked out, she was bent on all fours in front of him, gazing into his eyes sexually and saying. "Two," while putting up two fingers. Once she kicked Vickie out, Dolph followed her leaving Punk alone.
Daniel pinned Punk, AJ counted to three that was it. She raised Daniel and Kane's arms and slid out of the ring, they were supposed to start fighting, but instead, the cameras focused in on Punk grabbing AJ's arm, spinning her around to face him.
"What the hell was that?!" Punk asks angrily. "That was some BS, AJ, and you know that!"
"Daniel pinned you, I counted, simple as that!" AJ says.
"Dolph left me!" Punk says, then the two start arguing back and forth, again. It got to the point of where Punk nearly tried to hit AJ, but Kane keeping him back, while AJ tried to slap him and Daniel keeping her back. The two verbally argue again until, finally, the cameras are turned off and the two are dragged backstage, still arguing.
"Fuck you!" AJ yelled at Punk and stormed to her office backstage. A knock soon is heard on the door, she yells for whoever it is to come in.
"Emergency in Stephanie's office,"
Yeah, I'm falling from cloud nine (it was out of the blue)
Crashing from the high
You know I'm letting go tonight (yeah, I'm letting you go)
I'm falling from cloud nine
I'm wide awake
A/N: The song used was "Wide Awake" - Katy Perry, but there are cover versions that sound a lot more emotional than how she sings it, personally I like the Glee version the best.
What will happen next?
What will happen to AJ and Punk? Will they ever get along?
What really happened between them that makes them hate each other?
Review and follow and favorite, really any support for this story would be amazeballs! Also, check out my new WWE/How I Met Your Mother AU featuring Braniel, AJPunk, and AJZiggler, called Be Okay.