Hey Guys so this is take two of Chapter 2. Just a few changes.

Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own WWE or anything else mentioned just Kat.

Chapter 2, Ben,Jerry and the Cookie Monster.

November 20, 2011,Survivor Series

Kat POV

"COME ON PUNK" I screamed. By this point I was betting he could hear me. Everyone else can, a small crowd had began to form in the mens locker room since the match had begun and I had started yelling at the monitor.

"Calm down" Adam whispered to me throwing a heavy arm over my shoulder as he lent into the monitor. Gaining him a vicious glare from me. There was no way in hell I could be calm, this was the moment I had waited for since 2008. Yeah sure Punk had been a WWE Champion before but this time was different, I could just feel it in my bones.

I had been so nervous about the match I hadn't bothered to change from my ring gear. So I stood in the corner of the mens locker room surround by men wearing black and blue shorts that most normal people would class of underwear and a CM Punk t-shirt cut up and ripped to show off my mid-riff and my tattoo that covered my back. I knew I should have changed, showered and maybe brushed my hair but I just couldn't focus on anything but the match. I was surprised with myself I managed to keep my cool in my match against Eve Torres and Beth Phoenix for the Divas Championship but I had and I had won. Now Eve stood at the right side of Adam looking just as nervous as I did but she seems a lot more comfy, lucky her wearing sweat pants.

"I can't watch this any more" I blurted out after another two count for Alberto Del Rio.

"It's amazing watching how the both of you react to each others matches, he was the same watching your match you know? You know what is going to happen yet you both still act like it's all a surprise. Talking of your title, where is it" Adam said laughing as he shook his head, we both turned to see my Diva title discarded in Punk booth on top of his gear bag, where Adams leather jacket sat. "Taking good care of it already ." His booming laughter drowning out the commentary from the match.

"Shut up, some things are just more important than were I left my title." I laughed throwing arm around his waist and punching him with my free hand. He looked shocked and faked being hurt. Ever since his retirement in April things had been very different, it seemed to quieter and smaller without his huge personality flowing through the arenas. I knew he had to leave but that doesn't mean I didn't cry like a baby and hug him for about 3 hours when he told us. Punk had been more mature at about the thing, he just hugged him and told him he was doing the right thing. It took my months to stop hating him for leaving, even now I still felt a little hurt by the process. When he did come back to watch the matches it was as if he had never left. though looking up at my big lump of a best friend he didn't look right without his overly tight Rated-R pants and no top.

God knows how long I was staring at Adam for because when I looked back at the monitor Punks match was close to finishing. As I gave the monitor my full attention I realised Punk was on top of one the turnbuckles,I cringed hiding my face into the chest of Adam as Del Rio pushed him down and proceeded to kick him in his left arm. Letting out a small shrieck Adam wrapped his arm a little tighter around me. " Screw you Del Rio" I screamed as Del Rio charged at Punk who was hanging from the top of the ropes managed to pull him self up and out of the way. Most of the locker room turned to look at me a little shocked at my not so sudden outburst. I simply shrugged, after all it was true.

After what seemed like the longest 23 minutes of my life Punk had won. I turned to Adam as we both cheered. He bent down as I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted me up to his 6ft5 stature and spun me around as I secured my legs around his waist. I didn't see what Punk did next or even what the reactions where in the locker room to me everything had just begun to spin. Soon enough Me and Adam were headed to meet Punk after he was done celebrating with the fans. He was still carrying me, I think he forgot he was carrying me to be had already beat us up the ramp and backstage I spotted him being congratulated by some of the set up guys.

"PUNK" I yelled as I un wrapped myself from Adam and slid down, skipping over to a very happy CM PUNK.

" Did you see that ending " he asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck, his falling around my waist.

" Of course " I said looking shocked at the fact he thought I hadn't seen his whole match.

" Should have seen her dude, yelling at the monitor like a little girl" Adam chuckled as I swiftly punched him in the gut. Throwing him a death glare at the same time. Punk just simply let out a small chuckle. We both realised then that he was no doubt exhausted from such a trying match.

"Lets head back to the hotel shall we ?" I asked already knowing the answer. Both Adam and Punk nodded in approval, so we headed back to the locker rooms to get changed. the Divas locker room was first so I simple told them I would be about 10 minutes and that I would get them in the guys locker room.

As I shut the door behind me I noticed my bag was the only one left. " The other girls must have left" I muttered to my self and proceed to change. I threw my gear into my gym bag and pulled on my black sweat pants and zipped my Batman hoody over my CM Punk shirt while sliding my feet into my beat up old black converses. I grabbed my bag and sat it on my shoulder, switching the light off as I went. While I was walking down the corridor I relised I had been singing to myself and I was very thankful no one was about. I knocked on the mens locker room hoping Punk was dressed as he opened the door I noted the fact we were dressed the same bar the fact he had a Ramones hoody on and was ready to go.

" Where did Adam go" I asked realising that the big lump was missing. Punk just shrugged and pulled out his phone and began texting someone. I also checked my phone and I clicked the screen on I let a large grin fall on my face at the site of my back ground picture which was Adam, Punk and me at Disney world in 2009 all wearing Mickey Mouse hats. I laughed lightly remembering the day as Adam peeked his head around the door asking if we were ready. We both grabbed out bags and our titles and slung them over our shoulders. Adam offered to take my bag for me but I simple shook my head and grabbed the door turning the light off as I went again.

" Where did you slip off too ? Got a girlfriend we don't know about ?" Punk laughed as Adam began to pout about the fact I had brought the fact he didn't have a girlfriend.

" Do you really think if he had a girlfriend we wouldn't know about it" Punk laughed again.

" No losers, I was hanging with Christian before he headed to the airport. He says he hasn't seen you in a while" he said looking at me. Punk sent him a death glare as I shrugged and looked down at my shoes as we walked to the car, not really wanting to talk about it. Me and Christian hadn't spoken for a few months now. We got into an argument over the fact he thinks I replaced him with Punk when he has switched companies and went with TNA. I had attempted to explain it was nothing of the sort and he should know I would never do that since I had known him for nearly 10 years but he didn't want to listen. I left him alone thinking he needed a few days to cool off but he never did get back to me. But now it seems it is my fault we haven't spoken in months. Adam not being there made it worse, he always was able to smooth over any of our little disagreements.

As we got to our hotel room Adam fiddled in his pocket looking for the card to swipe us in. Me and Punk just shook our heads and exchanged glances. After 5 minutes we were all finally in and had threw all our gear, jackets and bags into our separate rooms. When we met back in the living room we through ourself down on the couch that faced a Flat screen on the wall with a sign. Within 10 minutes we all started to become sleepy, Adam gave in first and announced he was heading to bed giving both me and Punk a half armed up in the process. I was next I simple hugged Punk and said goodnight.

As I shut my door behind me I head Punk do the same. I changed from the sweat pants into my Cookie Monster jammies Punk had bought me for my birthday last year. As I pulled the covers back and fell into bed and before my head even hit the pillow I was out for the count.
I woke up at 4am the next morning unsure as to why. I tried to get back to sleep but gave up after an hour. So I tip-toed back into the living room and turned on the tv, as always there was nothing on at this time but I found a movie channel that was showing The Lion King. As it went on to commercial I ran to the freezer and grabbed the tub of Ben & Jerry ice-cream I had bought before the show, pulling a spoon out as I went. As I snuggled back into the couch while The Lion King began to play again.

"Couldn't sleep huh ?" Punk whispered trying not to wake up Adam. My body spun around surprised at hearing a voice.

" No I did sleep, just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep." I whispered calming myself down. He seemed as if he wanted to know more but he didn't press the matter. Instead he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a spoon then sat down beside me. The last thing I remember before nodding off was crying at the part where Mufasa dies.

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