Blasian- Here's chapter 3. I really appreciate all of the reviews, it really pushes me forward to keep going. :) Hope you enjoy it~!
CM Punk was excited about his upcoming match at Extreme rules with Chris Jericho. Not only was it in his hometown of Chicago, but it was also a Chicago street fight. But, he was still a bit confused as to what happened last week after RAW in the hallway with Chris and John. John Laurinaitis was a man of many faces, but the look on his face last week seemed to be a look of fear and anger because of what chris said, or what he was going to finish saying to Punk. Punk already had his suspicions about the GM ever since he had became the General Manager of both The RAW and SMACKDOWN! brand because of the results of WrestleMania 28. He didn't like John and he was sure as hell that John didn't like him. He was starting to think that all of these matches against Mark Henry were attempts from Laurinaits to get the Cookie Monster seriously injured, so he would be out of the picture for a while, at least until the GM could figure out some way to fire him.
But, Punk just figured that he was being too paranoid about the situation. "He's probably just trying to get fucking bonus points with Vince so he can get some other kind of promotion...Fucking douchebag..." "Who?" Kofi Kingston said as he walked into the hallway after leaving the locker room. "Oh, heya Kofi...And ol' Clownshoes of course." The African man chuckled. "Personally, I think he's trying to set you up for failure." Punk shrugged and smiled at his best friend. "Then i'll just keep have to winning." Kofi smiled and patted Punk on the back.
"Good luck with that."
"Luck's for losers."
"Yeah,yeah...Since we're in England we might as well get some English food...Wanna go and get some fish and chips?"
"Sure. Just make sure Jericho isn't around. He'll mistake us for getting drunk or something."
"Man, this feud between you two is getting ridiculous. I'm shocked you haven't gone off on him or beat him up or something...!"
"Well, I kinda did..." Kofi looked at Punk, a little bit worried that he beat up the ayatollah of rock n rollah to death.
"Kinda?"
"Basically, I just fussed at him and I think he was trying to tell me something, but Laurinaits came and got him to take him to somekind of meeting in his office before he could tell me."
"Do you think that it was something important?"
Kofi asked wondering about what Chris had to say. Phil just shrugged as they approached the double doors to theexit of the arena. "Eh. Might've been important, might've not been. At this point, I could care less about what Chris Jericho has to say to me."He said as he and Kofi stepped outside to roam the lit up streets of Manchester, England. They walked around for a bit because Kofi wanted to look at some of the sights before they found a pub. It served food and there was a glass window, so the two looked inside. There was barely anybody in there, just someone at the bar and the waitress and the bartender, so they decided that'd be the perfect place to go to. They stepped inside and sat inside one of the booth seats.
"There's no one in here at all...!" The man from Ghana said as he looked around the pub, as to see if there was anybody else in the back. There was only the man at the bar who was sitting on a stool drinking beer like there was no tomorrow. "Wait, scratch that. There's that random drunk guy, if you wanna count him." Kofi corrected himself and Phil chuckled. "Well, at least there's no super crazy fans or anyone like that in here."
"Define super crazy."
"Fans who want them to sign their asses and marry them."
"You must get that all the time, huh?"
"It's becoming a routine. But, the only one for me is my road wife." Punk said as he winked at Kofi, causing him to laugh and smile his trademark smile. "Thanks, i'm flattered."
"Anytime, Babe." The bearded man smiled and then a young brunette woman came to their both with a smile. She was no older than 25 and had a pretty face. " 'Ello, what would you two lovely gents like ta order?" She said with a thick british accent. Punk smiled back at her to be friendly.
"We'll both take some Fish and Chips. Do you have any Pepsi here?" He asked and the waitress nodded. "Yes, sir. Would you like to get a glass of that?" Punk nodded and then she smiled and looked at Kofi. "What would you like ta drink, Sir?"
"A beer for me."
"Alrighty, i'll be back with your drinks in a minute or two."
She left and then Punk looked at Kofi and frowned at him."What?" The younger man asked, confused as to why his friend was making that face. "I'm not kissing that mouth anytime soon." Kofi grinned at him." But, I thought you loved me. I'm your wife, Punk."
"Psshhht, yeah...! My wife with a dirty mouth!" Kofi chuckled and then the waitress came back with their drinks. "Here ya go...I'll be back with your food in a little bit, so sit tight." Punk smiled at the woman. "Alright, thanks." The brunette blushed as she hurried away, causing Kofi to make a wolf-whistle noise.
"Someone's got the hots for you."
"Who wouldn't? I'm a sexy guy." He grinned and then out of nowhere they heard a retching sound and then they heard someone throwing up. They looked to where the bar was and saw that the drunk man had thrown upall over the counter. "I want ya outta here now!" The bartender yelled angrily at the man and then the waitress came from the back where the kitchen was. "Look at all of this empty glasses...! He 'asn't even paid for 'em yet!" The waitress said angrily and then the drunk shook his head.
"N-no...want more..." He slurred before he threw up again, this time oallover the barstools and the floor.
"Is that...?"
"Yeah...It's Jericho...Or in this case, Drunkicho..." Phil sighed and got up from his side of the booth seats. He would've loved to see Chris get thrown out on his ass, by the bartender, but he knew that would be pretty messed up of him. Even if he thought it would've been a little funny to see him get his just deserts. But, he really wanted to see if the bartender could do it, considering the guy was the size of Batista.
"Maybe I could just watch him-"
"Punk..."
"Alright, alright...i'll help the asshole..." He went over to the bar area, avoiding stepping in any of Y2J's vomit. "It's alright...he's with us..." He fished a 100 out of his pocket and gave it to the bartender. "That should cover us, his drinks, and the mess..." He said before he signaled for Kofi's help and then they both took Chris by his arm's and helped him out of the pub as they slowly made their way back to the fancy 4 star hotel where the entire roster was staying at. It was a 30 minute walk, and the fact that Chris kept teetering and tottering didn't help the pair out at all whatsoever.
It took an extra 15 minutes, but they finally made it there. The three of them went inside the large hotel and Punk checked them all in before they lugged Chris to the elevator and ended up on the third floor where Punk's room was. The elevator door opeend and they got out, nearly dragging Chris out of it as Kofi adjusted his slumping body. "Phil, isn't his room on the 5th floor?"
"Probably. But, he's too damn drunk to tell us shit, so i'm just gonna let him stay in my room till the morning."
"Are you sure that that's a good idea considering what he's done to you? I don't want my best friend going to prison..." Punk laughed and shook his head. "Nah...I'm not gonna do anything to him except kick him out if he throws up on me..." They started walking down the hall until they came to room 309; Punk's room. Punk dug into his pocket and pulled out his key card. He slid it into the slot box o the room door and it made a beep as it unlocked. He turned the handle and opened the door up so he and Kofi could walk in and put Chris on the hotel bed.
"Well, Phil...I'll see ya tomorrow...Try not to kill him..."
"Heh, night..." Kofi closed the door and it automatically locked. All Punk could do was sig as he looked at Chris who had either fell asleep or passed out. He really couldn't tell.
This is gonna be one long night..."
TBC...
Blasian- My week's been kidna hectic. This would've been up after last night's RAW, but i've been sleep deprived as of lately, so yeah...x.x I didn't like the way this one came out, but meh. I'll be adding two more chapters this week. The next chapter's gonna be in the hotel room for a bit between Punk and Chris.
ChrisMuse- *Reads chapter* DRUNKICHO? I DON'T EVEN DRINK THAT MUCH! *Goes after Blasian with a axe.*
Blasian-*Runs away*
PunkMuse- O.O I-Nevermind...Anyways, thanks for reading this chapter feel free to review.
