A/N: Why do I think I'm gonna finish this story before my other AJPunk of 'Just Friends?' It is just so easy to write this. At least that's better than writer's block. For those who do read Just Friends I'm working towards an update.

Also I've been working on the Sequel to Crash and Burn. I have so much of an urge to post it! I hope everyone will like it when I finally do.

RunningonCrazy gets special mention. They suggested an idea in their review of the first chapter. I really hope they like it.


AJ was beaming a smile as she moved through the halls. She had not given Punk a task for during the PPV. He needed to focus on the title match. But she did think after the match she could convince him to at least doing one small task.

She licked her lips in anticipation. Hold the small white note in her hand.

But when she found him all her previous excitement vanished...

"I just wanted to say congratulations." Eve said, beaming a smile as she talked to Punk. He looked hardly interested or slightly amused. It was hard to read the man.

"Oh really? And this comes out of respect for me and my championship?" Punk questioned with an amused brow and a cocky smile. His tone disbelieving and mildly sarcastic as he looked at the woman.

"Of course." Eve said trying to sound assuring. Her hand reached out and touched Punk's defined and muscular chest. "I have nothing, but respect for you." She said her eyes twinkling with lust as her hand remained on his bare skin.

Punk let out a small chuckle. He leaned forward making sure his lips were near her eyes. "I can't say the same." Punk said mockingly before pulling back. He smiled at the dropped jaw and enraged eyes of the woman.

She didn't even bother saying anything before she stormed away from him.

Punk chuckle turned into a small laughter as he watched her leave in huff. His eyes turned back ahead and he saw AJ. He smiled lightly to her, she hadn't bothered him at all today with her little tasks. He wanted to believe she had run out of material to torment him, but he knew better.

He studied her face and his smile faded when he saw the less than pleased expression on her face. It annoyed him. After all how could she not be smiling! He was still the champion!

"I see you're dry." Punk commented. Referring to the moment in the night Kane had dumped the cold liquid on Daniel inadvertently splashing AJ as well.

"And you're still champion." She replied.

He didn't miss the icy tone of her voice when she spoke. Though he did ignore it. "Got another thing for me." Punk stated. His eyes down to the envelope in her hands. He reached out for it, but she quickly pulled it away from his reach.

He watched her tear the item in question up letting the pieces fall to the floor. "You're doing something else tonight." She said. Her arms crossing over her small, but generous chest.

"And that would be?" Punk questioned raising a brow.

AJ scanned around the room. Glad she had found the person she wanted quickly sitting at the catering table and speaking to Dolph about the match.

"You're gonna be flirting with Vickie." AJ said. The cheeriness back in her voice and the smile returning to her lips.

Punk's jaw dropped slightly. She could not be serious. But the awaiting smile and unyielding expression told him she was exactly that. Punk groaned running as hand over his face. "And why am I doing this rather than what was in the envelope?" He asked questioning her reasoning.

"Cause this is so much better!" She cheered with a smile bouncing on her feet. "Come on I'll go with you." She said looking her arm around his attempting to tug him towards the pair.

"Hold up. Is it even save for you to go near her? Are you gonna jump her or something? And what if she tries to attack you? Technically you can't even touch her because you could get fired." Punk was coming up with excuses. Really hoping the ideas he was throwing out would deter her from this recently ploy she had.

"Fine, you can go alone and I'll stay here." AJ said defiantly. She let go of his arm and went back to crossing her own. Waiting patiently for him to make his move.

Punk cursed under his breath. He grabbed her wrist and started tugging her along as he moved towards the profess 'Show Off' and 'Cougar'. He could hear the small giggle from AJ as they moved in closer.

Stepping up to the table was strange to say the least. Punk released AJ's wrist immediately. He let out a small cough in his throat to gain the attention of the two. Both looking at him with glares at first for interrupting them. And while Dolph's glare remained fixed on Punk. Vickie's moved towards AJ who stood slightly farther away behind Punk.

"What do you want?" Dolph questioned defensively again Punk. No surprise since Punk was not the favorite among the locker room. Everyone believed they deserved respect, too bad that Punk was the only one actually demanding and fighting for it.

But that wasn't Punk's problem. His only problem was AJ...And how he was gonna manage her new brilliant plan to torture and otherwise embarrass him.

"No offense, Ziggles. But I'm not hear to talk to you." He stated. Focusing his eyes to Vickie. "I just wanted to say you look positively radiant tonight." He wanted to pat himself on the back for not vomiting as he spoke. He really should get an Emmy for actually sounding genuine even while in his brain he was disgusted with himself.

Vickie's glare on AJ disappeared. Her eyes glowing with admiration as a smile grew over her face. Ignoring Dolph's hung jaw and utter silence to Punk's words she stood from her seat. "You were very impressive in your match tonight." Her body stepping closer to Punk with her hand running over his bicep.

Punk shuddered under the touch, but smiled all the same. "Thank you. The compliment is a true honor coming from you." He said. He needed a shower now desperately and not because of the sweat still lingering on his skin. He wondered how long he was gonna have to do this for AJ to be satisfied.

"You know maybe you should spend time with a real woman rather than a child." The words coming out flirtatious and dark, but they weren't aimed towards him. Rather towards AJ.

Punk glanced over his shoulder. She probably should have been enjoying this, but after Vickie's comment she looked even more infuriated than the earlier. Punk knew it was time to end this before AJ did snap. "Good thing there aren't any children around here." He said.

He removed her hand from his arm. Grabbing AJ's wrist he trudged her down the hall. Not waiting for Vickie to further her attempts to enrage AJ. If there was anything Punk was sure of is that if AJ was upset than he was gonna have to pay.

He stopped when they got to her office taking her inside and shutting the door. He wasn't surprised when AJ let out a scream of frustration. "That ugly old hag!" She shouted grabbing a pot plant she flung it into the wall. The ceramic breaking into pieces allowing the dirt to litter the floor.

"So that was your better idea?" Punk asked. Knowing quickly he shouldn't have opened his mouth.

Her eyes turned a fierce glare to him. "Did you enjoy it?" She questioned through gritted teeth.

"No." He replied simply the fire in her eyes making him mildly adverse to trying to joke with the woman at this point.

"Then yes it was." She said simply. She paced the room roughly running a hand through her hand trying to gain some sort of calm.

"So I would have enjoyed the first one you were gonna give me?" Punk questioned curiously. He had high doubts that he would have considering his discomfort had been her number one pleasure.

She stopped pacing. A smile growing on her lips as she stepped toward him. He back away until he had his back pressed against the wall. He was looking at her curiously, if not with the small hints of fear as she stepped closer. Her hands touched his chest combing across the bare skin. She lean up toward him. Her lips barely a centimeter from his lips. Her hot breath sending shivers of anticipation over his body.

"You like this." She stated in a low whispered. Her moving lips just barely grazing against him. She stayed there for a second longer without finishing the connection and actually kissing him.

Punk growl in impatience attempting to lean forward and capture her lips himself. But she pulled back completely.

She turned her back away as she went to her bag. She fumbled through the items pulling out his Xbox console.

He was relieved to finally be getting back the item, but at right now that wasn't what he wanted. His eyes focusing on her lips as she spoke.

"I'm only giving you this. You can get the controllers later." She said simply setting the item on the desk. She crossed her arm all her previous frustration coming over her again.

Punk bit his lip. The pain it caused barely blocking out his urge to take her lips. "No bonus?" He asked. Hoping his disappointment wasn't recognizable.

"I think you already got it." She replied. Her voice cold. She turned her back to him.

He knew well enough that she was trying to look busy. He didn't entirely understand what she had meant, but right now he did not want to upset her further. He didn't know what he had done to upset her in the first place. Darningly he took a step closer to her inhaling the sweet smell she radiated naturally.

"See you tomorrow." He said simply. Backing away slowly. He lifted his reward from the desk and left the room. Shutting the door again he lingered outside for a moment hearing her let out another scream of frustration.

AJ stood alone in the room. Her anger turning to tears as she looked at the small suitcase filled with all her stolen goods. She swiped away a stray tear as she eyes looked at the abundance of comics, games and DVDs.

She choked on a sob as she wondered what she was even doing anymore.


Punk got to the hotel room. He was sharing with Colt tonight as his friend had come for the PPV in his free time. He set the Xbox down on the bed with little interest.

"Got that back, must have done something good." Colt said. He lifted the console moving it around in his hands as if he were looking for any damage that might have been done.

Punk had told Colt of AJ's little game after his first night when he wore John's gear. Colt had called him that same night asking if he had gotten high or something. Of course Colt had been as respective as John and Kofi on the matter.

"I don't think so." Punk groaned running his hand over his face. He set his bag on the bed. He started to look through the contents to find his squishy puff and soaps so he could take the much needed shower.

"Why?" Colt questioned simply gently setting down the technology.

"She had some else planned originally. For some reason she ripped it up and made me flirt with Vickie." Punk shuddered again at the memory.

Of course, Colt being Punk's best and most loyal friend started laughing. "Oh my god AJ is a genius!" He raved his arms folding over his stomach as he rolled around the other bed in the room that he was gonna sleep on.

Punk glared at the man throwing one of his wrestling boots at the man. "It was not fun. And she didn't have much fun either."

"Why not?! That's like ultimate kind of torture. Hell you aren't even that good of flirt to begin with." Colt commented. A small laugh still present in his tone.

"I can flirt! Just because I don't do it as often as you doesn't mean I don't do it." Punk said defending himself before returning to the topic of AJ. "You watch Raw. You know how Vickie's been against AJ's work as general manager. Vickie slapping AJ and now AJ can't even fight back. Vickie was trying to get another rise out of her." Punk explained.

"Wasn't that the night the same one you took the 'night off' and the same one she took all your stuff?" Colt asked for clarification.

"Yeah." Punk said in a sigh.

"You know what you need to do is get back on her good side." Colt reasoned.

"And just how am I suppose to do that?" Punk questioned. He crossed his arms over his chest wondering what brilliant idea Colt might have on the matter.

"Umm let's see. She likes comics, video games, and basically everything you like. Is there anything else that she likes?" Colt asked looking for more information on AJ.

"Anime, manga, major wrestling fan-"

"Hey maybe I could get her on my podcast." Colt said. His concentration drifting from the task at hand. "Sorry." Colt muttered. "Still think you could ask her though?" He asked hopefully.

"Come to the new Raw and ask her yourself." Punk hissed. He was annoyed that their had any clue one what could get him some sort of upper hand in dealing with the Diva.

"OH! She likes those converse shoes, right?!" Colt shouted out suddenly.

"She wears them all the time, so yeah." Punk said crudely. Knowing AJ liked converse was the same kind of basic knowledge as her love of comics and video games.

"Well you can go online I heard and customize a pair." Colt said not taking any offense to Punk's annoyance.

"Why customize a pair when I can just buy one?" Punk questioned.

"Well she probably has a ton of them, so good luck 'just buying' a pair she doesn't already own. At least customizing you can be sure she doesn't. Plus she'll probably prefer it. Like that gift coming from the heart kind thing." Colt explained.

"You need to stop watching chick flicks." Punk said plainly.

It wasn't a bad idea though.


A/N: Still fun, but things are picking up. So how's my Colt? Hope it isn't terrible.
I have a good design provided for the converse concept. I like it better than all of mine. I probably won't take anymore since there won't be time for any sort of vote on which to use.