Hello! Just a little story for WM XXVIII and a tribute to Punk for powning Chris Jericho's ass! If you haven't seen the episode of SmackDown! when Punk told AJ to call him, this story might be a little confusing.

And just to make this clear, Daniel Bryan is not a woman beater. Neither are CM Punk and AJ involved with each other(that I know of) I do not condone people who hit their partners, regardless of gender, race or sexuality. This sort of thing is horrible, disgusting and anyone who had done that to someone should be made to feel as pathetic and worthless as the victim.

I am not affiliated with the WWE in any sense. Nor do I have contact with the superstars. If I did, I would be kicking the writers' butts because they have literally butchered all the half decent feuds.


CM Punk lay on the hotel bed, nursing his injuries from his match earlier. There were several bruises around his back from the walls of Jericho and there was definitely going to be wounds from socking Chris so many times.

And they said the man didn't have a hard head.

He tried to laugh but his ribs ached again, reminding him of the various other places that ached like no tomorrow. Punk winced and rolled over, trying to find a more comfortable position to lay down and read his comic book.

Then his phone rang.

Cult of personality played loudly and Punk groaned, twisting over to reach the elusive phone. His still taped hand reached around the slim device and he checked the caller ID. Punk smiled when he saw a certain name and wondered why on earth she took his advice to heart. He tapped the green button and placed the thing on speaker phone.

"CM Punk speaking."

"Punk, can I talk to you?"

CM Punk smiled unconsciously as he thought of the petite brunette sitting on her bed.

"Fire away AJ."

He heard the girl sigh over the line and wondered what was wrong.

"Daniel is blaming me for losing his title." She lamented, sounding surprisingly genuine.

"Aww, Danny being a whiney bitch again?"

"His name is Daniel!" AJ yelled, sounding astounded that he would even do something like that. CM Punk smiled as he could see her, hand over mouth, agape at the insult.

"So you do agree that he's a whiney bitch?" He shot back, adjusting his pillows and laying his back against the wall of comfort.

"I never said that."

"You basically implied it. And the entire WWE roster knows it." Punk pointed out honestly.

The brunette ignored the comment and continues speaking.

"He said that if I cost him the championship again he would..." Her voice trailed off but CM Punk already knew the end to that sentence.

"And that would be a good thing."

He could see AJ shaking her head on the phone, her curly chocolate hair swinging with the movement.

"It's not as simple as that-"

"AJ. He's not good for you." Punk sighed, wondering how he could get the meaning through without offending her. AJ was the fitting definition of a love sick puppy.

"I know it. King knows it. Kelly Kelly knows it. Heck, even Jericho knows it and he's probably brain dead from that match we had."

Punk heard AJ giggle over the phone, trying desperately to stifle the laughter as if Daniel Bryan would walk in any moment.

"And most of all, you know it."

This comment was only met with silence and Punk knew he had hit a nerve with her. Something he was supposed to avoid in tender conversations like this.

The silence continued to stretch and he wondered whether she had hung up in him when he heard her sigh.

"It's not like that. I really do love him. Daniela's an amazing person. He's charming, charismatic, and he cares about me."

CM Punk couldn't help but snort at her description.

"Aren't you describing me?"

"You're a vain fop." She said, a stern tone in her voice.

"Ooh, this kitten has claws."

"This 'kitten' beat the Bellas." She had an unmistakable sense of pride and Punk knew that she hadn't become something Daniel Bryan labelled a perfect girlfriend.

"Ah, twin magic. How did you get past that move?" He asked curiously, determined to find out her secrets but also to keep that smile on her face.

"I played nice to the referee. They are such suckers."

"Like Danny?"

Punk heard her pout and he laughed again. Something about her just made him happy. He didn't know what it was but it was a connection. Something that caused a sudden jump in his heart and a natural urge to act like a jerk to Daniel.

"Punk, I'm being honest. He's a great guy and I love him."

"For what?" Punk quizzed.

"Well..." AJ's voice trailed off and he smirked. Even though she couldn't see him, AJ seemed to pick up the sarcastic smile.

"He's just changed for now! He'll be back to normal in no time!" She blurted out, as if Punk was throwing a long list of arguments at her.

"Daniel then won't insult me or hurt me-"

"Wait," Punk interrupted, unable to believe what he was hearing. "he hurt you?"

"Not like that Punk-"

"Oh that bastard is going to really get it." He muttered, rolling out of the bed as AJ screamed on the phone in protest. He walked towards the door and searched for any weapon that could severely maim the man.

"No! Punk! If you tell him-"

"He'll come after you?" CM Punk chuckled darkly. "If he's still awake after a GTS-"

"Punk please!" AJ begged. "If you do this, I'll know I was wrong to trust you."

Her tone caused him to rethink it. He didn't want to hurt her. Hell, he wanted to protect of from the son of a bitch who dared to lay a hand on a girl half his size.

But that would put AJ in a horrible position. Punk could hear it in her voice. She honestly did love him. He was also her main story line right now thought how the writers could pair this woman up with a blonde pig in underpants was beyond him.

Punk thought about it for a while before he sat down on the bed, hearing the mattress squeak under his weight.

"I'm not going after him now." He relented and he heard her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you-"

"Explain to me first why you're still with him." Punk interrupted, his voice straining as he rubbed his head, holding onto the phone far harder than necessary.

The hesitation in her voice was clear. It was obvious that she didn't know but he still let the silence stretch. At times, he thought he could hear her open her mouth to speak but it would just shut again.

"So, you're saying you're staying with a man who abuses you for no reason?"

Punk could visualize her shaking her head, roan eyes glazing over with tears.

"He doesn't abuse me. I've just been a bad person." She replied, a sadness in her voice so thick it was painful.

"Gold isn't everything."

"It is!"

Punk flinched at the sudden rage in her voice.

"Without a belt, you are unfulfilled. Without a championship, yu aren't a winner. Without the gold, even silver is nothing."

AJ recited the words like they had been drilled into her but the conviction in her voice was there none the less. It sickened him, how this man had completely brainwashed an innocent girl. To instill such a motto that would surely weigh down on her for the rest of her life.

"I'm the one at fault here Punk." There was a slight pause as she took a deep breath. "Everything he's done to me is justified."

"Do you even know how a girlfriend should be treated?" He asked mindlessly, the words coming out instinctively with an offensive honesty.

When he received no reply, Punk mentally hit himself. Of course she wouldn't. AJ had been stuck with a pitiful excuse for a human being for the past six months.

"That's not how women should be treated."

"But-"

"No buts."

He cut her off as Punk sighed and thought about how he would explain it. He was a wrestler, not a poet. Regardless, Punk opened his mouth and began to speak.

"In my world, women are to be revered and respected. And I firmly believe in life, that there are repercussions for actions. You don't just hit a woman because she's not perfect. That's what cowards like Chris Brown do. Daniel Bryan and Chris Brown are one and the same, they expect the world to bow to them yet the don't realize how pathetic they are until they step in the ring with someone who can hit back."

A small silence followed as she digested the information.

"If that's what you think," AJ began thoughtfully. "then how should a woman be treated?"

CM Punk smiled. He was almost certain the question was coming.

"You love her, yet give her freedom. You defend her right, yet you know that there are battles she must fight alone. Guide her, yet do not mould her to fit your wants. Make her tough and a unique individual," Punk smiled as he added the last part.

"but above all, treat her like a queen. Because she is tougher than diamonds and a million times more brilliant."

He could see AJ smile as she thought about how she could be cared for. He could feel her comparing his words to everything Daniel had catechized into her and he hoped that she would understand and not leave him hanging.

It was almost a relief when he heard her voice.

"Is that," AJ began, as if she was afraid of being wrong. "how women should be treated?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you're trying to get me away from Daniel?"

"Give yourself a prize darling."

"But then who would I go to?"

CM Punk had to physically stop himself from saying she could always talk to him.

"The WWE is there for you."

The rough generalization was the only thing he felt he could get out without making a fool of himself.

He thought he had when heard AJ laugh into the mouthpiece.

"You know Punk?" She said, a mischievousness underlying her words. "You're a real romantic."

"And you aren't?"

"At least I have the balls to admit it."

"You're a girl." He pointed out rather bluntly, not understanding the joke in the statement that was intended to be harmless.

"Oh..."

A moment of silence stretched before they both burst out laughing, Punk clutching and his poor, abused ribcage. Regardless of the pain however, he couldn't stop.

Suddenly, all their cheer was put to a stop when Punk heard a large bang from the other side of the phone. He heard AJ freeze up and he instantly knew who it was.

"Punk-" AJ began, trying to end the conversation when a booming voice cut her off.

"AJ! Open this fucking door up!"

"I'm in the middle of changing." She replied meekly before turning her attention to the phone once again.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Open the fucking door bitch!" Daniel's cursing crawled in and Punk held the phone a little away from his ear.

"Daniel-"

"I've seen you before! Get. this. door. open. now!"

He heard AJ flinch as each word was accented by another slam on the door. Punk wasn't sure how long the wood would hold but he was more worried about how the world heavy weight champion would react to his girlfriend talking to him.

"If you don't open up in three seconds, I'll put you in the bell lock! And there's no referee to stop me!"

"Let go over there." Punk begged after hearing the words that chilled him to the bone. "Let me show him how it feels to be powerless."

"No," AJ said pleadingly. "you can't stop him when he's-"

"One!"

"In one of his moods." AJ continued in a hushed whisper.

"I don't care! Please, you can't go on living like this."

"I can."

"Two!" Daniel's voice was filled with a startling tone of hate now as it rung clear over their conversation.

"Bye Punk!"

"AJ!" He was stopped by the familiar click to show she had hung up. Punk stared at the phone as if it was solely responsible for him not being able to help her.

A thought of Daniel applying the infamous submission hold to the petite brunette filled him with rage and he hurled the smart hone at the wall. The plastic cracked and buckled upon impact but he didn't care. She would be hurting a lot worse right now. All because she had called him.

All his words were for naught. Punk thought he could actually do something about this. But all the hopes would only send her further into that pit that Daniel had taught her how to dig.

An almost serene calm overcame him. It was like that match with Chris. He would fly into a rage for a few moments and then suddenly see a way.

CM Punk walked over to the battered piece of technology and ran his finger offer the chipped screen.

"I'm sorry I never got to tell you how to pull yourself away from him."

He never got to tell her the words he knew she wanted him to say. He never got to say the words he wanted to say either.

Three magic words,

Made to build,

Or to break,

And maybe,

Just maybe,

To be left unspoken


So, did you like?

If you did, I may expand on this but for now, this is a one shot.

And this fic is also to celebrate my escape from school.(It's pretty on the outside but it's practically a jail)

And by now, I'll probably be getting several people saying "Chris Brown and Rihanna are like friends! Keep like up to date with the news!"

I am aware of that. I do accept all facts that Chris and Rihanna are friends and they are possibly recording a single together. But this is not fact. I'm using the recent twitter war as a spring board so please do not flame purely for the sake of defending Chris Brown's manhood.

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