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A/N: I got this idea watching Bad News Bears. To be honest, I'm not a fan of my other Punk stories, though I will finish them eventually. I'm hoping this one will satisfy me though. OC picture in the profile.
Pour Over Me
Prologue
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the opportunity to compete in the number one contender match for the WWE Women's Championship. First, making her way to the ring, from Palatka, Florida, Michelle McCool!" Justin Roberts announced as the leggy blonde cockily marched down the ramp, being booed left and right.
She taunted the crowd upon entering the ring right before grabbing the ropes and stretching her limbs. Placing her hands on her hips, she waited patiently, with an all-too confident look on her face, for her opponent.
The arena darkened, strobes flashing on the stage to the beat of the electric guitar intro as 'Mono' started up. The crowd erupted, the fan favorite of the Smackdown Divas clearly on her way to the ring.
Pyro went off as the drums really kicked in and the arena brightened, revealing a young woman who looked more like a rockstar than a wrestler, legs planted wide and one arm raised over her head, pointing to the sky.
She began making her way to the ring, full of energy as she jumped back and forth to either side of the ramp, slapping hands of her fans and absorbing their encouraging words and cheers.
"And her opponent, hailing from Seattle, Washington, Krisis!" Roberts called into his mic, much more enthusiastically over the loud pop the woman was getting from the WWE Universe.
She slid into the ring, pushing right up to her feet and jumping straight to the second rope, kissing her index and middle finger before throwing her hand above her head again, the cheers only getting louder. She did the same at the opposite turnbuckle, sure to keep her eye on an untrustworthy Michelle McCool before jumping down and pulling on top rope.
Jack Doan called for the bell and the two blondes circled before locking up, testing one another's strength. Michelle was able to lock Krisis in an arm wrench, making the younger girl cry out and grip the shoulder that was being affected.
This match would be a short one; both women knew that. The Divas matches were always short and generally disregarded. But along with Gail Kim and Melina, Krisis was beginning to attract much more attention to the Smackdown women's division.
Michelle resumed her dominance throughout most of the match, height and confidence being her strongest allies. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't enough to heed Krisis' unbridled aggression.
The done-up punk Diva elbowed her way out of a headlock, gaining momentum against the ropes and taking the taller woman down with a clothesline. Michelle was dazed, but returned to her feet, only to receive a dropkick to her face, knocking her onto her back.
Krisis capitalized on this, pouncing on her opponent and pummeling her with brutal looking punches to the face before the ref warned her to back off. She got up, manipulating Michelle's body to a standing position with the older Diva's hair, only to hit her right back down with a paralyzing DDT.
Quickly, she pinned the larger woman, only to be disappointed with a two count. "Krisis is getting frustrated. She needs to use that frustration to her advantage and continue to dominate this match if she's going to win and advance in this contest to determine the number one contender for Melina's Women's Title," Jim Ross said into his headset for the viewers at home.
And Krisis did just that. She stayed on Michelle, kicking, punching, chopping; anything to keep the upper hand. It only took one toe kick to the stomach for Michelle to meet her doom. This one, standard move set Michelle up for the smaller blonde's finishing maneuver, and allowed her to hit a picture perfect front flip piledriver that Petey Williams himself would be proud of. "And she hits the Midlife Krisis! It's gotta be over," Todd Grisham commented, Krisis going straight for the pin, backed up easily by almost the entire arena.
"One, two, three!" JR said along with the hitting of Jack Doan's hand to the mat. The bell was rung and Krisis jumped up, exhausted but thrilled with her victory. As her music hit, she allowed Doan to raise her hand, as Justin Roberts announced her the winner.
On her way out of the ring, she celebrated with her fans, allowing those at ringside to snap quick photos before security warned her to get backstage so the next match could go off. The Diva did as she was told, immediately being handed a towel and a bottle of water by a stagehand once she'd disappeared form the crowd's view.
She felt disgusting, trying to wipe the sticky sweat off her face with the towel and also regain her breath. "Great job out there Morgan," Billy Kidman assured her, patting her on the back as he passed by.
"Thanks Billy." He was clearly in a rush as he brushed by; just as busy as everyone else was backstage. It was always frantic. The only people who ever got down time were wrestlers and referees.
Deciding she was in desperate need of a shower, Morgan Harrison rolled her shoulders before taking a drink of water and heading towards the locker room.
"Hey Morgan," John Hennigan greeted the passing Diva. The blonde stopped for a second, waving her hand in his direction. He was sitting with CM Punk, the two ready to face off tonight after the match that was going out to the ring now.
"Hey John, Punk." She gazed a little too long to go unnoticed by John at his tattooed opponent for the evening.
"Good match," Punk stated simply, nodding to her slightly.
Morgan's tongue darted out to wet her dried lips before she sighed, smile spreading over her face. "Thanks. See you guys around." Her green eyes flashed to Mr. Money in the Bank briefly again before she wandered off into one of the arena hallways towards the women's locker room.
The chiseled facial features of John Morrison were pulled into a smile as the two men waited for their match to be called. He turned to his friend and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. "Well Punk, looks like we found you a woman."
CM Punk's head snapped up and his eyes locked on his on-screen rival. "Morgan? I don't think so. That girl's got problems."
John was shocked. Were those not blatant signals he just witnessed thrown between the two of them? He'd seen Phil Brooks flirt before and it wasn't a very obvious thing, just like the previous interaction with the rocker Diva. But the two had been traveling with the same shows and hanging out in free time so often for the past few years, he could've sword he could tell when Punk was interested. "But I thought she was your date to Hall of Fame?" John remembered Punk telling him he'd asked her to the pre-Wrestlemania event and she'd agreed.
"Yeah. And that's when I first noticed it. She's so secretive. She was texting someone like all night and I asked her who, and she got really nervous and weird. It just wasn't a normal reaction." John scoffed. He's got to be kidding.
"So what? That doesn't mean anything dude. Maybe she's got a man or something," the Shaman of Sexy suggested.
Punk shook his head, dark hair falling in his eyes. "Nah, I don't think that's it. Why wouldn't she just tell me it was her boyfriend? When I asked she was just twitchy and like... anxious almost. I wouldn't be shocked if she failed a drug test in the near future," the Straightedge Superstar grumbled.
John raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses before tilting them down to show his surprise to his fellow Smackdown superstar. "That's a harsh accusation."
Punk's tattooed shoulders shrugged as he unscrewed the cap of his water and took a swig. "Well she's definitely hiding something. I just wouldn't be surprised is all."
It was John's turn to shake his head this time. "So you're not even gonna try and find out? Won't it bug you to know she might've been the perfect girl for you but you didn't bother to pursue her just because you had a hunch?"
Punk raised his hands in faux surrender. "Hey, I don't want to get involved with some chick and then find out she's snorting coke or something. I think I'll get over it."
The Guru of Greatness just rolled his eyes, replacing his sunglasses and sliding off the equipment box he'd been perched on. "Well, I think you're stupid."