A.N: Sorry i didn't update; I had a nasty writer's block
After being on the receiving end of John Cena's own weakly executed 'pipe bomb' he had called it, CM Punk was livid.
Predictably, the first person he went looking for was A.J, the General Manager.
Punk rapped furiously with his knuckles against the door until it opened to reveal a very pissed A.J Lee, who scowled when she saw who it was bothering her.
He strode in without invitation, fury emanating from him.
"What do you want, Punk?" she asked stonily, avoiding making eye contact with him at all costs, staring at the floor of her office.
Frustrated, he growled out, "To talk about what happened in the ring! Since when were Superstars allowed to use foreign weapons on another?!"
A.J just glared at him, and then finally said, "First of all, I shouldn't be making your life easier after that stunt you pulled in the ring earlier, which just made my life harder. And second, get rid of Heyman or at least tell him to tone down his presence, he seriously makes me feel uncomfortable," she finished, still glaring at him as if she had laser vision and could harm him.
Punk considered this, leaning back on her desk. In all truth, the only reason he kept Paul around was to have an authority figure and well, to annoy the hell out of A.J. The man did see the potential in him, but Punk felt that Heyman would rather be the manager of Brock Lesnar than himself; besides CM Punk was better than having a 'voice.' Punk liked handling his problems in the worst ways possible on his own, unlike Lesnar.
Finally breaking the deafening silence, Punk relented, "I can get rid of Paul Heyman. Honestly I really don't want him around, it's the way he talks on my behalf like I can't do it myself," he scoffed, kicking at the leg of her chair.
A.J looked stunned; she obviously hadn't expected him to agree, after all that 'I'm a Paul Heyman guy' thing.
"You do that. Oh and I want an apology for what you said out there!" she scolded glaring at him with anger in her eyes.
He sighed, regretting his resentment get the better of him and telling the entire world of their previous… relationship. It still stung him when he brooded of how their little affair had ended. But Punk knew she'd force him to apologize sooner or later so why not?
"Fine, I'll apologize next week on Raw?" he proposed to her, praying shew would say yes.
A.J's face was now sporting her signature Crazy Chick smile. Great, now she has something up her sleeve, Punk thought angrily, mentally kicking himself for embarrassing the spitfire a few hours ago. He prayed it wasn't that bad but knowing April, it probably was.
Smiling that sickly sweet smile, she replied, "Oh no Phil, I get to tell you when you have to apologize. And do get rid of that slimy, greasy, sleaze ball excuse of human being fast; I'm tired of dealing with him and you every week!" A.J glowered at him with menace.
Punk chuckled; it was good to see that firecracker side of her, a side which he was very fond of especially when she wanted to play dirty in the bedroom.
"Yes ma'am. Oh, and about Heyman's proposal…." He leaned towards her, smirking as she scowled, "That part was on my behalf. The offer's up for grabs. Any place, anytime."
At his words, the GM of Raw bit out harshly, "You're as much as a sleaze as Paul Heyman is, you know that right? There is no way I'm never making that mistake again!" she took a deep breath, calming down before adding, "But I it were a business proposal, I suppose that won't be too bad, Punk."
He scoffed at this, "Your screams when I dominated you disagreed. Face it honey, you know you that Bryan never got that reaction when his hands were on you," he was backing her up to the wall while whispering provocatively in her ear, "It was always Me who could make your blood boil, 'cause I'm the Best in the World at fucking you."
AJ quickly found her mask of cool composure; patting the side his face with her hand. "Business, Punk. I swear, you have a one track mind... or is it just because of me?"
The scowl he was wearing slowly morphed into a smirk. During the time they spent together his attitude had really rubbed off on the firecracker. The Voice of the Voiceless may not disclose this, but privately he was proud of the Diva for taking control this well. But she shouldn't be against me; he thought to himself miserably, we should be working together.
"Fine. Business it is then." Punk relented, looking pointedly at his former flame.
"And don't forget to send Heyman packing!" she reminded him smugly. Finally Paul Heyman would stop verbally harassing her. Even if it was courtesy of her jackass of a former lover, Phil Brooks a.k.a CM Punk.
He rolled his eyes at her, "I'll take care of him sometime this week. And yeah he is a bit annoying," Punk admitted, frowning as he never exactly noticed that.
A.J sneered, folding her arms. "You mean very annoying, do you have any idea how long I wanted to slap him? The guy's a menace."
He rolled his eyes, "He's also the guy who saw potential in me and is the reason I'm here today, so shush and I'll handle it."
April huffed, but nonetheless agreed. "Fine, I won't say or do anything to him."
She hesitantly stuck out her hand for him to shake and he surprised her by lifting it to his lips and kissing it.
Furious, she jerked her hand away from his lips and smacked him across the face— but lighter than the receive hand she laid out on Paul.
"Ever the spitfire: Great in the ring, better in bed." He smirked victoriously at the furious expression.
"You're lucky I don't strip you of your title for speaking to me like that," A.J muttered darkly as he chuckled at her threat.
"No you won't. Whether you like me or not, you'd rather me hold the title than Fruity Pebbles WonderBoy." He cupped her cheek as she glared malevolently.
"Okay fine he is a bit of a broken record; the fans would be bored." She agreed reluctantly, crossing her arms and sitting down in her chair.
She groaned at the devious look on Punk's face. Clearly he was going to make some innuendo about something.
"Ah, the memories this office holds. Remember when I fucked you through your desk?" he asked smugly.
Getting up from her chair she proceeded into pushing him to the door. "Out, now!"
"Fine I'm going, happy?" he relented while opening the door.
"Yes, now please leave." She replied, trying to pushing him out the door now.
Wait! I need to talk to you about Cena!" She stopped, running a hand through her straightened hair.
"Yeah, I might have to suspend or fine him for assaulting you with that metal pipe. As far as I know you can't use anything other than the usual kendo sticks, chairs and those things. But that doesn't make it okay for you to try to attack him either!" she berated him sternly with her steely glare.
"Hey! I was just asking," he said defensively, slightly afraid of the petite woman in a position of power.
"I'll take care of it; now go before someone sees you here!"
"See you later then boss." He was out of her office now, on his way to his tour bus perhaps.
Sighing heavily, A.J sank to the floor once more for the night. So now she and the man who humiliated her had an alliance. There were many benefits of this, she thought solicitously.
She wouldn't have to deal with that overbearing ass of a man, Paul Heyman.
Her personal life wouldn't be aired for the world to hear.
He could help her balance the show better.
There won't be any awkwardness between then anymore.
She got up again, straightening her blazer and packing up her personal things.
Maybe it won't be that bad after all, she thought wistfully, smiling genuinely for the first time that night.
A.N: I wanted to do something different, and i really thought an alliance would be a good idea. Review and tell me what you think.
