Notes: I forgot to thank Jules for convincing me this fic wasn't as bad as I thought. I will only mention the stuff that happens but won't show it because it's not my style. I'm sure there are plenty of other fics on that will fit that need if you want to read that.

The next day Brie was hung over but not hung over enough to forget what happened in the club the previous night. She rolled over and found that her fiancé, Bryan Danielson, who wrestled as Daniel Bryan, was already up and there was a note on the nightstand inviting her to join Nikki, Nikki's boyfriend John Cena, and himself for breakfast. She dressed and headed downstairs with sunglasses on.

When she arrived at the hotel restaurant, she found they were still there drinking coffee.

"Look who's finally awake," Bryan said standing up and giving her a kiss. He pulled the chair out for her and she sat down.

Nikki handed her a menu before ordering coffee. She laid her head on the table wishing her headache would go away.

"Someone's a bit hung over," Cena said.

Brie mumbled something unintelligibly.

"So what did you ladies do last night?"

"Brie got a lap dance from a guy she thought was CM Punk."

"You got a lap dance," Bryan yelled. The whole restaurant turned to look at him.

"Not all of it," Nikki said quickly, "Brie scared the guy away when she screamed.

"I don't want to talk about it," Brie said not lifting her head from the table.

"You thought it was CM Punk," John asked. "Why would he be at a club giving lap dances?"

This time Brie sat up. "He had free tattooed on his right fist. It was covered with body paint but I saw it. I recognized his eyes."

"I told you last night Brie that it couldn't be Punk. Why would he leave wrestling to become a stripper? Besides I think he would have been recognized by now."

"Maybe we should go to the show tonight to investigate," Cena said. "That way we can see if it's really him or a figment of Brie Mode's imagination. Besides I'm sure it's not just guys dancing right?"

Nikki elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"I think it's a good idea," Brie said.

"If it's him, I want to ask him why he's there," Bryan said. He and Punk had been friends for years and he had been wondering what happened to him. If Punk really had fallen so far, he wanted to know why.

A man entered the building after giving the security guard his name. He was led up two flights of stairs and to a locked room towards the end of the room. He walked into a room that's only furnishings were a bed and a nightstand. He smirked when he saw the other man in the room tense. He was glad to see the other man still recognized him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and the other man moved as far away as possible.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Heave you learned nothing? Don't worry. That's not why I'm here. I heard you were back in the country and decided to stop by. Did you miss me?"

He received no answer.

He continued anyway. "I heard about what happened last night. That must have been a shock. That's the reason you were supposed to stay overseas but I doubt you knew who it was. Even if you did, there's no escape for you. This is your life now. You think your family and friends would want a drugged out whore?" He stood up. "I have to go. I heard you are here the rest of the week so I'll be by again." He started to walk away when a noise stopped him. It was a very quiet noise almost a whisper. He moved closer to the other man in the room. "What did you say?"

"I hate you Paul," the voice rasped.

He smirked. "The feeling's mutual Punk."

Notes: yeah Paul knows how to kick someone when they are down.