A.N: Er guys sorry for the short and terrible chapter... I have a lot on my mind and I'm trying to finish another chapter for my other story too. I'm extremely worried about the consequences for Punk when he hit the wrong fan on RAW this week. Anyways I hope you enjoy~

Punk sighed heavily as Paul continued to badmouth the Raw General Manager. Paul had been going at it for about ten minutes now, ranting and using the most explicit insults he could think of to describe A.J. Phil just about had it with him.

"And the way the little wench skips to the—"

But Punk cut off his outburst. "Will you please shut up? I actually want to sleep after training you know. Oh wait, you don't because you've never actually been a wrestler!"

Paul looked shocked at the WWE Champion's eruption of emotion but then a slow smirk spread on his lips, clearly amused.

"Look, Punk, just because you slept with her a few times doesn't mean you have to defend her 'honor'," he used his stubby fingers as quotations, "the girl has slept around as you know. There's Bryan, Kane, you and maybe even Primo." Paul shrugged carelessly, not even noticing the tattooed Superstar's impending rage.

The Second City Saint shook his head; refusing to let Heyman's words get to him. He knew for a fact that he had been A.J's first time, and he wasn't going to let Paul's lies get to him.

Paul continued, oblivious to the Champion's growing anger, "She's a complete slut, you can do mu–"

"Don't you dare call her a slut!" Punk growled out menacingly, eyes misted over with rage. He couldn't help but to feel overprotective of his former flame.

But the manager had a counter to that. "Why do you care, Punk? She was just a mistake, that's all."

That was when Punk had enough.

"Paul why don't you just leave me alone? My career is one thing, but my personal life and relationship is another. See, you can't just control me like that! I'm my own person, and can make my own decisions so why can't you just accept that fact?" He was fuming now, his figure shaking.

Paul looked flabbergasted as the Second City Saint trembled with rage. He didn't know what to say –he always thought that Punk wanted his intuition. It was all about A.J, he knew it.

Paul spoke in a low victorious voice, "So what Punk? After you fire me you've got no one to help you. You'll lose that title faster than Daniel Bryan did with his this year."

Now Punk smirked. "You think I don't have help? Trust me Paul, you're wrong."

"But… who?" Paul asked quietly, confused. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"It's A.J isn't it?" he inquired rhetorically, seething from rage. How dare Punk replace him with an amateur?

The Voice of the Voiceless replied triumphantly, "That's right, A.J Lee!" in a mockingly evil voice with a sneer in place.

Paul chuckled darkly before retaliating. "Mark my words, she'll bring you down, and you'll be begging for me to take you back under my wing Phil."

"Whatever. You're the one who brought me down. Pau Heyman, you're the sole reason everyone hates me, so watch your words. I'm not Brock Lesnar; I can sure as hell talk back."

Punk gestured to the door, "You can leave now, in case you haven't noticed I'm firing you."

Glaring malevolently at the WWE Champion, Paul left the hotel room muttering something under his breath that sounded vaguely like, "You're going to be sorry for this."

Like hell I am, Punk thought sarcastically, taking out his phone. Might as well tell A.J Paul was out of their way.

He dialed her oh so familiar number.

"Hello? Punk?" asked her voice from the phone. He ran a hand over his now shaven beard, thinking of what to say to A.J.

The Chicago native silently decided on saying, "Hey, A.J I just dismissed Paul there. I'm all yours now."

Even though he couldn't see her, he could guess she was smirking at this news. "Great because I have something planned for Raw next week. And it's good, trust me."

"Wouldn't doubt it, boss," The WWE Champion quipped, his curiosity sparked. "What do you have in mind, by the way?"

A.J let out an almost wicked laugh. "You have to wait until Monday, champ," she replied teasingly, the laugh evident in her voice.

Punk sighed, knowing she would say something like that to him. A.J always was unpredictable like that, and it's what he loved about her most. But right now she was the main point of his stress if she didn't spill on her obviously devious plans.

"Fine, just nothing too crazy. I just can't handle being put into your tortuous matches every week," Punk said wryly.

"Don't worry Phil, it won't be. Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing."

He rolled his eyes before replying, "Because everyone knows you're completely crazy?"

She snorted derisively, "I never remembered you complaining about it. Goodnight champ, see you on Monday."

"'Night, boss." He hung up the phone, tossing it back on the table.

That girl would be the death of him.

A.J was in her hotel room, still smiling victoriously at her WWE Champion's news. She was elated that Paul Heyman was out of the picture finally.

Of course she had a special main event for him to participate in, but this time it was not hell bent on tormenting the tattooed Superstar, more like helping him along the way.

Although the petite GM of Raw wouldn't readily admit it, she still had feelings for her former lover. They had undeniable chemistry together even though they would no longer confess this to anyone.

The pint sized wrestler sighed, running a hand through her straightened hair. She was losing sleep while running Raw, planning out the matches and making the snap decisions. Maybe with Punk it will be less stressful to arrange the matchups, since he was gifted at singling out competitors to face each other.

She finally lay down on her hotel bed, her mind still wide awake, but body tired as hell. A.J had been working out; just because she was the General Manager didn't mean she was entirely going to give up on her wrestling career. She still wanted to participate for in-ring action.

Ignoring all of her musing she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, unaware of the frustration of Punk just a few rooms away from her own.

Yeah, It sucked I know, but I promise the other chapter will be better than this train wreck.