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The Miscellaneous Adventures of a Rebel Girl
A Holiday
(3rd Person POV)
December 24-26
Chicago, IL
Punk, Bryan, and Ryder kept Joanna hidden from the rest of the WWE rooster while they were on tour for the next several days before Christmas. She was only allowed to go out when one of the three men were there but otherwise she was warned to stay away from many of the other superstars that the three didn't see fit for her to be around. Most specifically, Dolph Ziggler, Jack Swagger, Mark Henry, Alberto Del Rio, and The Miz or at least that's who Punk, Ryder, Bryan had decided on for her.
The day finally came when Jo had to say her good byes to Zack and Daniel before leaving for Chicago with Punk. They said they would hopefully see her soon and that she should behave for Punk while they were gone. Joanna just had to chuckle as the three were acting like such fatherly figures around her it wasn't even funny anymore.
After a long plane ride to Chi-town and then an even longer cab ride to Punk's apartment the two arrived early in the morning on the day of Christmas Eve.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Punk said as he opened the door to the nice looking apartment that was furnished with several pizza boxes strewn on the floor.
"Uh, this certainly isn't how I imagined your apartment Punk especially with the pizza boxes everywhere," Jo joked as she walked around. The patio though was beautifully light with Chicago's skyline facing towards them and the sky was tinted a pretty pink color as the sun began to rise.
"Cabana!" Punk shouted angrily as Jo raised an eyebrow at the yelling Punk, "He's my best friend and we live together. You didn't think that I rented this place by myself did you? Even a WWE Superstars salary can't pay for that."
Jo nodded as she continued to look around. Eventually, she wound up on Punk's comfy couch fast asleep. Punk couldn't help, but wander over and through a blanket over her to keep her warm. He chuckled as he went off into his own room to get a few winks of sleep before starting on his busy day of Christmas Eve.
Jo woke later in the day to find that it was around one in the afternoon and there was no sign of life in the apartment.
"Punk?" She called out getting no response from anywhere in the immediate vicinity. Shrugging her shoulders she sat on the couch a moment before listening to her stomach grumble.
I should probably eat something, hopefully Punky won't mind me stealing his food, Jo reasoned with herself as she walked into the kitchen. She figured the easiest food would be French toast seeing as all the necessary ingredients were already there.
Jo wandered into the kitchen opening the fridge door to get some eggs, what she found surprised her.
The WWE championship was sitting in CM Punk's fridge. With an amused look, Jo got the eggs and shut the fridge. "Well you don't see that every day," Jo laughed aloud.
Jo turned on the stove and continued to cook. As she was finishing, she heard an odd noise. It sounded like a creaky floor board. Joanna glanced around finding no one else in the apartment. With a shrug of her shoulders she turned back to her food and continued to read the paper and eat.
Several minutes later, the creaky floor board started up again.
"Punk, if you're trying to scare me, it's not going to work, this is your house after all." Jo called with a roll of her eyes. No response, came from anywhere in the house. Picking up the frying pan that she had used to cook with she rounded the corner where the squeaky noise was coming from. "Last chance, whoever you are to come out!"
At the moment the closet door in the main foyer swung open revealing a man that looked similar to Punk without a second thought Jo screamed and swung the frying pan at the man. At that precise second the man hit the ground, Punk walked through the front door to find Jo gazing upon the man.
"I knew I should never have left you home with Cabana," Punk sighed as he ran his hand over his face shaking his head as Jo innocently shrugged her shoulders at him. "Daniel was right, you are one little spitfire aren't you?"
"She knocked me unconscious with a frying pan, Punk, a frying pan!" shouted an irate Colt Cabana. Punk shrugged it off as the two men stood in the kitchen waiting for Punk's fugitive to finish showering so they could go shopping and get the girl some clothes to wear other than WWE gear.
"I know Colt, you don't need to scream about it, just calm down." Punk answered a bit annoyed as Colt shot daggers at his best friend.
"Are you kidding? That girl hit me with a frying pan!" shouted Cabana once again.
"I think we all heard you the first time," muttered an annoyed voice as Jo emerged from her shower with fresh clothes on and dry hair. "What could the big bad Colt Cabana not deal with the likes of little old me knocking him unconscious?"
Punk had to stifle a laugh as Colt's face turned a bright tomato red from the anger that was flaring up from it. She lunged at Colt as he backed away from her a bit afraid of what she was capable of. Jo rolled her eyes and grabbed her sneakers yanking them on and standing next to the two full grown wrestlers who towered over her like red sequoias.
"Are you two idiots coming or do I have to go to the mall all by myself?" she said walking between the two and grabbing the car keys Punk held in his hand, "I'll just drive myself and this time I won't need a frying pan to hit anyone with."
Jo shot a glare at Colt her glowered at her back. Punk shook his head between the two as he motioned for them to get going and headed out the door to the garage. It looked as though World War III was about to happen and he was going to be playing Switzerland.
"How many people go shopping on Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve?" shouted an exasperated Cabana as he threw down the multiple packages that Punk had forced him to carry for Jo. Punk followed in carrying just as many bags along with Jo who was fast in his arms.
"I know, but Jo certainly does bring a new meaning to shop 'til you drop." Punk said with a smirk as Colt rolled his eyes at his friend. Punk looked at the teenager in his arms and couldn't help but wonder about her. It's like she wanted the world to love her, but had never gotten the chance for it.
"Punk, where is Sleeping Beauty staying?" Colt said breaking Punk's thoughts. "And more importantly, what are we going to do about the holiday tomorrow? You know I don't celebrate Christmas, for crying out loud I'm Jewish!"
Punk shook his head at Colt. Ever since there early Indy days they had never done Christmas in their apartment. It just didn't work for them like that. This year, though with Jo, it was going to be different.
"I have an idea about that," Punk said with a smirk, "Just help me get her into the guest room and then we can get started. But here's what we need to do…"
The next morning, came rather quickly as Jo woke up on the bed and stretched. The last thing she remembered was Punk having to pull her out of Wet Seal because they had the cutest tops imaginable and couldn't stop. The cashiers had been looking at them like they were a rather odd pair especially the pro wrestler, who had been a twenty something clothing store.
As Jo glanced around she remembered what today was, Christmas.
She sank into the bed and covered her head with a pillow not wanting to go out into the real world. Christmas was about being with family and celebrating the joys of what you had and for Joanna that was absolutely nothing. As she sat sulking in her own misery, she heard a loud noise that sounded like Punk yelling.
Jo jumped out of bed in her pajama pants and tank top while grabbing a hoody and throwing it on. She rounded the corner of the hallway to find that Punk was at the stove making breakfast and Colt was finishing decorating what looked to be a tree. Jo rose an eyebrow at the two men in confusion.
"Take a seat, kiddo," Punk said motioning to the island in the center of the kitchen where three stoles sat. Jo looked at him like he was high. In all the time, she had spent with Punk the last week he had never cooked for her or the others. Not even a minute later, did Punk throw some pancakes on her plate that were shaped like Christmas trees, Jewish star of David, and even some Kwanza decorations. Jo glanced up at Punk, who sent her a smirk. "We didn't know what holiday you celebrated so we decided to combine all three. Usually, Colt and I don't celebrate this year we decided to make an exception."
Jo glanced around and blushed she couldn't believe that they had done all this for her. A cardboard Christmas tree sat next to the television. A Hanukah menorah sat on top of the coffee table and the Kwanza candles were right next to it.
She nodded her thanks at the two men before continuing to eat her breakfast. She was speechless that they had done such a thing for her especially since Punk had only found a few nights ago and she had hit Colt with a frying pan the day before.
These two men really did care about her, while Punk did anyway, Colt was probably still on the fence about her especially since the frying pan incident. Jo smiled to herself. Maybe this was a place she could stay for a while after all.
"Punk," Jo whined as she looked at him in the hallway annoyed and her arms crossed in front of her chest, "Let me come, I swear I'm not going to cause any trouble."
Punk shook his head for about the fifth time in the last hour.
"Jo, you're not coming to the show with me tonight. You're going to stay here with Colt and you're going to watch from the couch. Understood?" Punk said looking at her sternly while pulling his bag around his torso and getting ready to leave his room in the Chicago apartment. Monday night had come faster than anyone had expected and Raw was live in Chi-town that evening. Punk had to head out shortly and didn't want a certain black haired teen to come with him.
"What about Daniel and Zack? They're going to want make sure you didn't kill me. And may I mention I'm the girl that hit Cabana with a frying pan causing him to be unconscious for an hour!" Jo tried to reason with the Straight Edge Superstar earning an eye roll from him.
Punk sighed and finished shoving his gear into his bag. Before, turning to Joanna and looking her in the eyes with seriousness.
"No means no, until Zack, Daniel, and I figure out a decent story for your appearance with us your staying here, is that understood young lady?" questioned Punk as Jo rolled her eyes and huffed angrily.
"Yes sir," she said quietly looking at the ground. Punk smiled sadly walking over to Jo and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Next week, when we're in Memphis, I promise that you can come, but for now please stay here." Punk said ruffling her hair with his hand. Jo nodded in response. "Alright, I have to go or I'm going to be late, be good for Cabana and remember-"
"No frying pans, I know, I know," Jo muttered, "Gosh, it was one time, can no one around here let that go." Punk smiled as he said good-bye to the teen once more and yelled something at Cabana before grabbing his car keys and dashing out the door.
Several hours passed in the apartment and Jo sat watching reruns of CSI:, she had to admit now that they had that Ted Danson guy he was pretty funny and good, so much better than the guy who played Langston.
"What you up to, killer?" questioned Colt as he jumped onto his spot on the couch landing perfectly, but causing Jo to jump in the air in a bit of a freak out.
"Nothing, you ready to watch some wrestling?" Jo asked with a laugh as she flipped the channel to USA and watched the opening scene with Laurnitis and Punk. By the end, neither the teen or the pro wrestler sitting in the apartment were pleased with just happened.
"A gauntlet match, I really don't like that guy." Jo announced with anger in her voice.
"You and me both, killer, you and me both," Cabana said quietly as they watched the rest of the show in silence until Punk's match against his three opponents came on.
Punk had to face Jack Swagger, then Dolph Ziggler, and then Mark Henry and if he won all three matches he got to face Laurnitis for the WWE Championship.
As Jo sat observing, her new found friend, Colt sat there yelling at Punk to do certain moves, but when Swagger and Vickie interfered the two had had it and were almost ready to jump throw the television and ring their necks.
The worst was yet to come when VP of Talent Relations decided it would be a good idea to interfere in his own way with Punk's match distracting Punk and allowing Ziggler to get the win. Instantly, Colt knew he had to get Jo to her room because knowing Punk things weren't going to go well when he got back to the apartment.
Luckily for him, after Punk's match Jo wandered off to the guest room to sleep.
Jo was a good kid, but Colt that the last thing that Punk needed right now was to see her. When Punk lost matches it wasn't fun for anyone anymore. He would hurt people, not intentionally, but it was like some foreign power took over him and he couldn't stop it.
The phrase you win some, you lose some, didn't apply to CM Punk, he had to win everyone.
Colt sighed and ran a hand over his face, he just prayed that Jo never had to suffer Punk's unholy wrath because it looked she was starting to finally come around and the last thing they needed was for Punk to break her.
With that, Colt shut off the television, and some lights leaving a few on for Punk. He could only hope that Punk wouldn't wake Jo up with whatever he was going to do that evening and that he would clean it up before Jo was up.
Maybe Jo was what he needed. Maybe that's what all of them needed. A reality check for CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, Zack Ryder, and Colt Cabana was on the way. All in the form of a teenage girl.
Yep, the winds of change were coming and none of the wrestlers could see it.
I know, I know, I know. I'm promised an update last week, but had no motivation or anything to write so this week is catch up week. Trust me, I'm determined to catch up! I will do it! Maybe even tonight too! That's if I get ambitious, but since a certain wrestler returned last night I got a whole lot of ideas for this fic at once along w/ some ideas that cheryl24 gave me so yea! Thank you again btw!
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