A/N: Got 12 reviews for the first chapter. So I guess you all like it. Punk takes on his first task here.
Thank you going to any one who gave me suggestions. They have been safely tucked away for later chapters. Though I might not be able to use all of them


"No!"

Punk spat out as he glared at the merchandise of a superstar that was clearly not his own. He checked about 5 times to make sure he had the right locker. Sure enough he was in the right place.

Also apparently the merchandise crew couldn't bother with him since each one he tried to talk to was too busy to talk to. Even if he did see one taking a break they scurried off back to work as soon as they saw him.

He was not pleased to say the least as he glared at the shamrock green material. He took the wristbands and armband snapping them like a rubber band he watched them fly across the room. He was trying to land them in the trash, but he missed by miles.

He lifted up the shirt preparing to throw it as well, but his attention drifted from the task by the white evelope that dropped to the floor.

He raising a brow curiously. He dropped the shirt to the bench leaving it for the time being. Leaning down he picked up the the fallen note. His previous annoyance replaced with amusement as he realized before even opening the evelope that this was apart of her game.

'Hello Punkers!

Well since you want respect so badly. I think you should just get it tattooed across your forhead, but that's a little much. So we'll settle for the shirt and bands.
Now this isn't for nothing Punkers. You'll be going on to the ring[you have to wear the gear] and you'll have a match against Miz. Don't forget to show up to your interview with Bret Hart tonight also.
Also once your match is finished and if I am satisfied then a portion of your property shall be returned.

Have a great match!
AJ Lee'

Punk started with a chuckle. A chuckle that broke into a hearty laugh. People looking through the open door as they passed the sound. All curious, but none about to ask what put Punk into a laughing fit.

He called himself down. A large smirk displayed on his face as he looked to the shirt. If he was gonna play this game he was gonna do it right. Picking up the bands from the floor before he shut the door so he could get ready.


"Well we're back on Monday Night Raw!" Cole cheered. "As you can all see The Miz came out during the commercial break and we are now awaiting the WWE Champion, CM Punk."

Lawler sat next to him in still silence. Obviously still bitter from his previous issues with the WWE Champion. He had returned tonight after the back stage brawl from last week and he was either on some sort of strike or just sour from the results.

Miz stood in the corner watching with everyone else as they waited for the static of Punk's music to start. Instead a much different song rang through the crowd.

Just the sound started the expected ring of negative and positive cheers from the crowd. All shocked when someone entirely different came from the curtain.

Punk could hear the laughter mixing in the crowd. They were amused by the entrance as he was was. He could only imagine AJ was getting her kicks also from the sight. The shirt was large on his body, not the way he was used to wearing his clothes and it felt awkward as he moved. So were the wristbands that he had fitted over his regular wrist tape. The cap on his head didn't fit as comfortably as his cubs hat that he had been wearing for years.

He looked to the camera a smirk on his lips. He rose his hands making the signature salute. Running down to the ring he slide onto the mat. Pushing to his feet he held his hands up just as John Cena would.

He could see the confused look from Miz, Cole, the referee, and Jerry Lawler. Punk was somewhat amused that not even Jerry had a comment to make. But it wasn't a normal sight to see Superstar impersonations. And the one Punk was known for was his take with Jeff Hardy. Though it took a lot longer for people to realize it was actually him that time.

He flipped the hat off to the crowd. Removing the shirt he threw it out as well. The bands followed after. Soon the only remnants of the the image on his body were the jean shorts he had worn to go with the image. He would have removed those also, but stripping that fully seemed a little more than should be done.

Last he stripped off the title belt and passed it off to the referee. Bouncing on his feet, he rolled his neck and his shoulders as he waited for the bell to ring.


Punk was grinning like an idiot. He was very proud of what he had done. Even more proud that he still got the win. Also considering Miz was as respectful as Jerry on commentary to him.

Stepping into the locker room he was surprised to see her standing there. She looked very pleased as she beamed that familiar smile she wore almost all the time she was in his presence.

"Well, well. So gonna give up this game?" Punk questioned dropping the title to the bench. "Cause if tonight is any hint, I am obviously winning." He said smug as ever as he crossed his arms over his bare chest looking down on her.

Her smile continued all the same. "See that's where you're wrong, Punk." She said, popping the 'P' of his name. She stepped closer not intimated by him at all as her head craned up to look at his face. "I still have your stuff. Which means I'm still in control."

He hoped his face didn't give anyway the twitch of annoyance that came over him. He knew his smile had dropped slightly, but he couldn't let her know she got to him as much as she thought she did. "So what is this about? My next little job? Gonna wear Lawler next?" Punk questioned. Feigning some excitement at the prospects of whatever idea came to her diminutive mind.

He had to suppressed a small chuckle as her expression changed from thoughtful to mild disgust. Obviously the vision of him in gear of 'The King' did not work for the woman.

Her smile returned quickly though. "No, you'll learn the next thing before you have to do it." She explained. Turning on her heel she took a few steps away. Bending down he watched her open a small black suitcase that must have been her own since it wasn't his. He watched her hips swivel as she bent down. The material on her pants suit fitting her round buttocks.

When she stood back straight he let out a small cough. He averted his eyes lamely. Her giggle told him that she knew he had been staring. He looked back and extended in one of her hands was a stack of comics.

"So I guess this is my payment." Punk asked taking the comics gently. He flipped through the stack scanning over each cover. None looked any more damage than what he had caused by multiple readings of each. He sat them down on the bench next to the title.

"Anything else?" He asked.

"Well if you want you could get a bonus." AJ said her other hand pulling out his Mortal Kombat game from behind her back.

"How does that do me any good if I haven't gotten my Xbox back?" He questioned mildly annoyed at the offer.

"Oh...Well if you don't want it..." Her voice trailed off as she started to turn.

Before he could even berate himself for doing it. His arm stretched out and grasped her bicep with light force stopping her from leaving just yet. He wanted to slap himself for doing it. The feeling going over whelming as the sly smirk went over her lips.

"What do I have to do?" He sighed. He let go of her arm. Trying to ignoring his previous action, hoping she would as well.

"Well it is nothing you haven't done before." AJ smile grew with each step she took closer to him.

The sense of impending doom that came when dealing with the fiery AJ Lee was starting to stir up in him. He remained stoic though standing firm if only mildly paranoid. "That wou-"

He didn't have time to finish the sentence. Her hand came behind his neck pulling him down to her height. Their lips colliding against one another. He willed his body to tense, but it was so easy to relax into the movement of her lips. His own lips moved against hers unconsciously.

His hands found her waist. Her arms wrapping his neck. The melded together against one another. If the crowd was watching this moment they surely would cheering and whistling as their tongues tied together.

She pulled away or attempted to. His arms were still wrapped around her. She had to push on his chest so he would release her.

Finally apart he was just as stunned as he was after all their previous kisses. He watched her tongue run across her lips before hiding beneath her smile. "See you later, Punk." She said. Dropping the game a top the stack of comics. He watched her saunter away.

All the while his mind questioning him on what he's just done.


A/N:Fun right? Plus I added in some action little early for it, but couldn't stop myself.
I'm still open for suggestions. Some of you probably have a better idea on what I'm doing now, so you might be more able to think of something.
I thought of adding in the last promo with Raw and all cause I was gonna change it slightly, but that's more drama then I care to write about for it[at least for now]