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It was Monday and as they sat in the canteen, where they all spent most of their time backstage, Mike was trying to get sort a night out.

"Yo, Dolph. You're up for a few drinks after Raw tonight, yeah?"

"Always. And Kofi will be too."

"Kaitlyn. Untangle yourself from your boyfriend for a minute. You two out with us tonight?"

Kaitlyn momentarily looked up from her spot on Seth's lap. "Sure. Mia, AJ, you two are coming right?"

"Yep. Wouldn't miss the opportunity of watching Ziggles getting drunk." The tiny diva smiled at her ex onscreen boyfriend.

"I'm going to give tonight a miss. I'm not feeling too good."

"Nope, no excuses. You're coming Mia. It's hilarious when you're drunk." Zack laughed at her.

"Glad to know I'm good for something."

"That and when someone gets you on karaoke. So you're coming."

"Do I even have a choice here?"

"No." Zack, Kaitlyn and AJ all spoke up at the same time.

Mia really wasn't feeling well, sat on the curb outside the bar, head in her hands. She was thankful for the cool air that night. She sat wondering why she had agreed to come after Raw feeling as rough as she was. Despite feeling rough all day, the others had insisted she join them. She had agreed but spend the past hour sat there drinking lemonade, talking with Kaitlyn and Mike while the others played pool.

Mia felt bile rising in her throat. She hated being sick. At that moment she heard someone sighing as they walked past. She was not in the mood for this, she felt rough enough as it was. Looking up to see who the arsehole mistaking her for some drunk was, she found herself looking into the olive eyes of CM Punk. Punk himself had been in a bad mood all day and was not in the mood to be looking after drunken people he worked with, especially not the new diva he barely knew.

"Bit early to already be throwing up isn't it? Didn't feel like pacing yourself or drinking water? You know, water's a lot better for you than that stuff."

She looked up at him unimpressed, pissed at his assumption that she was drunk and the condescending tone he spoke to her in. He noticed the look on her face, it pissed him off more. Did she have to be so rude when he was trying to help? She was the one throwing up outside a bar, not him.

"Did you actually want something or were you just planning on being a condescending dickhead all night?"

"You know, Mia, you're the one sat outside a bar being sick from too much alcohol, not me, so don't embarrass yourself further by having a go at me. I've never gotten this appeal of drinking yourself silly for fun."

Mia wasn't having this. How dare he judge her when he barely knew her? She was going to come down on this guy like a ton of bricks. Standing up, which took a lot of effort for her, she really wasn't feeling well, mere feet away from him she let loose on the wrestler.

"You really are a self- righteous dickhead, aren't you? I'm not being sick because I've had too much to drink; I'm chucking my guts up because I feel like crap. I've not had anything to drink. So get your fucking facts right before you start judging other people! Try asking instead of just assuming."

This hit a nerve with the straight edge superstar even more. His brother, who he hadn't spoken to in years, use to call him self-righteous all the time and now here was this women he barely knew calling him the same thing. He moved closer to her, anger pulsing through him. She stood in the same spot, not at all intimidated by the 6'2 superstar.

"Don't ever call me that again!" He hissed.

He went to say something else but she cut in, "Don't start accusing me of being a reckless drunk then. You don't know anything about me. Just because currently you might be an arrogant bastard in the WWE doesn't mean you have to be one outside the ring." She scowled at him.

"You could have fooled me, sweetheart, sat down being sick outside a bar. What a lovely impression you must make on people. Oh, you want to talk about outside the ring? Your plan isn't very original. The get drunk, sleep with someone high up in the business and further your career is a worn out one."

Mia scowled at him. She was fuming now; how fucking dare Punk practically call her a slut?! She'd never been that type of person, never would. "Nice view you have of women there, Punk. No wonder none of your relationships last. Just get lost before I…"

He cut her off before she could finish what she was going to say.

"What, before all 120 pounds of you hits me? Not a good idea for your career sweetheart, but I'd love to see you try." The condescending tone was back.

He was laughing now. Some of the others had come outside now to see what the commotion outside was about, just in time to see the 5'5 diva punch Punk Square in the jaw. Everyone's mouth fell open, punk's eye's widened in shock, partly from the fact she'd actually punched him and not just slapped him but mainly from how much force was behind it. A bruise was already forming. AJ went running over to her best friend but it was too late, Mia was already walking off down the street. Everyone else stood shocked at what they'd just seen. Finally Kofi went over to his good friend who was standing there rubbing his jaw.

"What the hell was that about?" The confused Kofi asked his good friend.

"Nothing, just a small misunderstanding" The straight edge superstar replied.

"Yeah, well the bruise forming on your jaw doesn't say small misunderstanding. What did you say to her?" Zach asked. He'd seen Mia argue with people but never actually hit someone outside the ring.

Punk scowled at his friend, still in a bad mood he wasn't in the mood for a lecture.

Now it was Kofi's turn to try and find out what had happened.

"Come on, man, what's wrong? You've been in a foul mood all day and now you're taking it out on other people. I mean, come on, what has Mia ever done to you?"

"Oh, so I get punched in the face and you're on her side, nice," Punk scowled at his friend.

"This isn't about sides, Phil, this is about you taking you're problems out on other people."

Punk had had enough of this; he turned and started walking down the road back to his tour bus, leaving the rest of them just standing there. He knew he shouldn't have said what he had to her; she'd just had the misfortune of catching him in an awful mood.

Back at the hotel, Mia lay on the bed; all she wanted to do was sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she had been ill and at the same time she was fuming from her altercation with Punk. AJ, who had managed to get the full story out of her best friend once she's finally caught up with her, now sat on the bed with her friend.

She's found Mia hitting him pretty funny however she was shocked and mad at Punk for insinuating that her friend was a slut trying to sleep her way to the top. She had never seen someone stand up to Punk like that when he was in one of his moods. Apart from Kofi who usually had a weird way of getting through to Punk most of the time, everyone usually just left him alone. But not Mia, no the latest diva was not going to put up with his bad moods.