This Oughta Be Fun
Chapter Four
"..So you guys practiced the kiss?" Barbie Blank asked her friend at lunch the next afternoon. Eve, Beth and Natalie were with them. Just because they fought like rabid cats on screen didn't mean they hated each other off screen. They were actually pretty good friends.
Veronica nodded, not thinking much of it. "Yeah, we practiced it. According to him, Vince wants to make the kiss happen sooner rather than later."
"Well was he good?" Natalie asked. The look on Veronica's face made the Anvilette cackle. She barely ducked a fry that was aimed at her forehead. "Aw, c'mon honey, I was only playin'. Was he terrible or something?"
Veronica felt a bit bombarded as her friends leaned in to hear the truth: Was CM Punk a good kisser?
Veronica couldn't take the staring anymore. "Yes!" she whispered heatedly in an irritated manner. "Yes, CM friggin' Punk is an amazing kisser, okay? He's fantastic, and don't even get me started on that lip ring…"
The four girls squealed and clapped at the juicy discovery. "Oh my God," Veronica groaned as she put her forehead on the table with a thud. The girls suddenly became eerily quiet.
"If you keep grinding your forehead on the table, you're gonna leave a nasty red mark, sweetheart." God must really hate her.
Veronica slowly lifted her head to rest it on the palm of her hand and sighed. The girls were looking up over her head with knowing smiles.
"Hello, Punk." Veronica's greeting was less than enthusiastic.
"Hello, sweetheart," Punk came into view and stood beside her. "Mind if I join you ladies?"
"Actually," Beth spoke. "We'll be glad to leave you and Ronnie alone." She winked at the murderous glare that the young commentator sent her and the four girls left her with Punk who took the seat that Barbie had occupied.
Right next to Veronica.
"You don't seem to like me very much, Ronnie."
Veronica snorted, "Now where would you get an idea like that?" she asked sarcastically. She picked up a fry and was about to eat it when Punk leaned over and snatched it up with his own mouth. Veronica gaped at the Straight Edger as he casually leaned on the palm of his hand and stared at her through half-mast eyes as he chewed.
"You ate my fry."
Punk tapped his temple with his finger as if saying sarcastically, "You're a smart cookie." He swallowed the bit a moment later. Veronica watched it slither down his throat, bobbing his Adam's Apple as it did so. Her eyes flickered up to his to see a smirk on his face like he thought of something slightly amusing.
"What?" she questioned.
"You're cute when you're mad."
Veronica rolled her eyes. "Gee thanks, Punk." She popped a fry into her mouth.
"Call me Phil."
"Nope."
"Aww, c'mon, sweetheart." Punk said as he leaned closer to her. She could feel his breath on her exposed neck. She silently cursed herself for putting it back in a braid today. "I'm sure we're past all this. After last night's kiss I'm sure we're at the intimate level."
Veronica coughed on the half swallowed fry and Punk chuckled as he patted her back a few times until she recovered. "Why do you feel the need to torment me?" Veronica rasped before taking a drink of her Sprite.
Punk chuckled again. "Because it's fun."
"Glad I could be your source of entertainment." Veronica said dryly as she set her Sprite down. Another thought came to her. "Is that why you decided to take my bra off in the middle of the night?"
Punk looked mildly confused, if not completely dumbfounded all together. "Huh?"
"Oh Jesus, don't play, Punk." Veronica spat albeit quietly. "The first night we spent together the next morning I wake up with my shoes, jacket and bra taken off."
A smile slowly formed on Punk's face and then he started to chuckle…and then laugh.
"What the hell is so funny?" Veronica couldn't believe this oaf.
Punk held up a hand to ask for time to recover. After a moment he took a breath. "Sweetheart, I may have taken off your shoes and jacket, but the bra was your own doing."
"I beg your pardon?"
Punk nodded. "Yeah." He paused. "I even watched you do it."
Veronica's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of her head. "What!"
Punk snickered. "Honey, you took your bra off in your sleep…and tossed it across the room. It was pretty funny."
Veronica's face felt red hot; not in anger but in embarrassment. She buried her head in her arms and let out a groan. "Fan-fuckin'-tastic."
"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," Punk spoke softly as he put a hand on her back. "It's not like I haven't seen bras before, kid." He chuckled.
"Right 'cause that just makes me feel heaps better." She replied sarcastically. Veronica slowly lifted her head up and looked over at Punk who had a weird look on his face. "What?" she asked dryly.
Punk smirked and shook his head. "Don't look now, but it seems that we have our own little fan base."
Veronica knew not to turn around. She smirked in turn as she continued to look at Punk. "Who's all there?"
Punk continued to stare into her eyes. "Mike, Ted, Cody, Cena, Randy, Matt Cardona, Matt Korklan, Beth, Barbie, Nattie, and Eve."
"That's some fan club."
"I wonder who the President is?"
Veronica gave a small snort. "Knowing that every bonehead that you mentioned wants us to be together, I don't think they have time to debate on a President."
Punk chuckled. "You're probably right. Wanna give 'em a show?" He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Veronica smirked. "I don't think so, Punk."
"You say that a lot, but I can't help but wonder if you really mean it when I ask if you wanna kiss me." Punk smirked as he leaned a little closer to her face. His breath smelled fruity.
"It's 'cause I do mean it, Punk." She took out her cellphone and hit a contact that she had on speed dial.
They answered after the third ring. "Hello?"
Veronica kept her eyes on Punk. "Beth, honey; you can stop spying on us." She turned around to see that her 'squad' was doing a terrible job of hiding themselves. She gave a casual wave and noticed that Punk gave a little wave of his own. Beth snapped her phone shut and they all retreated from view. Veronica smirked, turned back around and shut her own phone before looking back at Punk.
"My friends are stupid." She was gonna have a word with those fools that she called friends.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting edition of Monday Night Raw!" Cole announced. "We have an exciting show for you tonight, and as always joined by my fellow commentators, Jerry 'The King' Lawler, and…Uh, King, where's Veronica?"
King looked to his right to see that their fellow commentator was indeed missing. He looked over at Cole and shrugged. "I dunno, Michael."
The titantron showed Veronica walking at an easy pace without a care in the world.
"Oh, there she is." King said casually. "What is she doing?"
Veronica continued walking down the hall when she was suddenly stopped by CM Punk and backed against a wall. Both of his wrapped hands were pressed against the wall on either side of her head; his championship belt clasped around his waist. "Uh…H-hey, Punk. What can I do for you?"
Punk narrowed his eyes at her. "Ms. Veronica Dawson. You cost me my match against Cody Rhodes last week. Your flirting was a distraction."
Veronica blanched. "Uhm well, I'm…sorry?"
Punk smirked. "Sorry won't suffice, honey." The Straight Edger grabbed the sides of her face and captured her lips in his own. On instinct she held onto his forearms as the crowd went bat shit crazy over their favorite superstar kissing their favorite commentator. After a moment Punk broke off the kiss and gently stroked her nose with his finger.
"Now you're forgiven." He smirked and walked away, leaving Veronica in shock.
"Uhm…oh wow." That was the only thing King could say, and Cole was just speechless.
Throughout the rest of the night, Veronica was M.I.A. until her music hit before the main event. The crowd was on its feet as their sassy commentator made her way down the ramp as her usual happy self and took a seat.
"Heya, King! Cole!"
"Uhm," King and Cole both looked at each other before looking at Veronica. "Hello, Veronica."
Veronica smiled. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we have a great main event for you tonight taking place between The Miz and the WWE Champion, CM Punk!"
"Uh…r-right you are, Veronica," King stammered, shocked that Veronica was blowing the kiss off as nothing. "But it's apparent that former WWE Champion, The Miz has been on a poor losing streak."
"Well I talked to The Miz before show time, and he said that he was feeling lucky tonight." Cole shot.
Veronica snorted. "Luck is for losers, don't you know?"
Before Cole could go for a rebuttal, The Miz's music blared over the loudspeakers. The crowd booed as the cocky Awesome one sauntered down the ramp with a smirk on his face. He ran down the rest of the way and did his signature pose on the corner of it before climbing into the ring.
The familiar static, and then "Cult of Personality" blared over the speakers caused the crowd to get on its feet as CM Punk came out with the belt around his waist. He got down on one knee, checked his wrist and shouted "It's Clobberin' Time!" He walked down to the ring, climbed in, took off his belt, and held it up into the air before handing it off to the referee. Punk caught Veronica's eye, smirked and winked at her. The female commentator hid a blush and resisted to smile at the WWE Champion.
The bell rang and both opponents locked up. Miz immediately got the upper hand by getting Punk into a headlock, but the WWE Champion countered by elbowing Miz in the gut repeatedly until he let go of Punk's head. Punk quickly dropkicked the former champion sending him into the corner.
"CM Punk quickly getting the upper hand in this match," Cole commented.
"Oooh, and CM Punk hits The Miz with a step-up high knee!" King said. The crowd cheered as Punk surveyed the crowd while lingering on the turnbuckle, then he landed a flawless running bulldog on his opponent. He looked over at the announcer's table to see Veronica clapping with a small smile on her face. The WWE Champion smirked, threw his arms out to the sides and put his hands on the side of his head. The crowd went insane as their champion hoisted The Miz over his shoulders and delivered the GTS. The self-proclaimed Awesome one was knocked out cold as the WWE Champion covered him.
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Three..! "Cult of Personality" blasted through the venue and CM Punk was handed his title. He raised the gold over his head and looked over at Veronica. The champion climbed out of the ring and walked over toward the wary Veronica who was eyeing him up and down cautiously. She cast a glance to her fellow commentators and wasn't ready for it as Punk gently cupped the side of her face and kissed her cheek. There were wolf whistles galore as Veronica giggled at the gesture and blushed when Punk winked at her. King and Cole were very confused as Punk walked away. Veronica was still blushing like a fiend as they looked her way. She looked at them with a raised brow.
"What?"
Veronica tried to block out the giggling, squealing girls whom she called friends as she sat on the couch. A headache was coming on…
"Oh, my god, that kiss was hot!" Natalie cackled.
"I'm pretty sure her face was hotter than that kiss." Beth quipped. The girls giggled.
"Honey, you should have seen your face!" Barbie squealed excitedly.
"I was only acting!" Veronica defended.
Eve rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah right, doll. Only acting…"
Veronica growled. "You guys are impossible!" A knock suddenly interrupted the giggles and the whole locker room went silent. All eyes were on the door. "Uh…who is it?"
"Your chariot awaits, sweetheart!" Punk called. Veronica clapped her hands to her face as the quiet snickers of her girlfriends filled her ears.
"She'll be right out!" Barbie called.
"She's in the shower!" Natalie added. Veronica could have killed the Anvilette on the spot.
"Really? Can I see?" Punk asked. All of the girls except for Veronica busted out laughing as the female announcer grabbed her bag and stormed out of the locker room to come face to face with the WWE Champion.
"Wow. Your hair must dry really fast." Punk smirked.
"Aw shut up and let's go." Veronica said as she hoisted her duffel bag over her shoulder. "I've had enough of those hyenas." She started walking toward the garage and suddenly felt her bag being lifted out of her grasp. Veronica looked over to see Punk hefting it with ease over his own broad shoulder.
"Thanks." Veronica mumbled.
"Not a problem, Ronnie."
Veronica stepped out of the bathroom of Punk's bus in a pair of plaid pajama pants, an old Batman shirt, and fuzzy black socks. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. She found Punk lounging on his bed in the back reading a 'Locke & Key' graphic novel. He was wearing a black sweatshirt, yoga pants and his 'Anti-Hero' socks. Punk peaked over his novel and smirked.
"Nice shirt."
"Thanks." Punk's eyes made their way up to hers. They stared at each other for a moment before Punk patted the spot beside him. Veronica glanced at it and slowly made her way over where she sat down. She didn't lounge like he did. She didn't know why she was being so nervous around this guy.
Punk bobbed a brow. "That's not gonna work." Before Veronica could ask what that meant, the Straight Edger set his novel aside, leaned over, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her next to him. She didn't know what to make of it as he made her lay down beside him. His arm was around her shoulders as he picked up the novel and began reading again. Was this dude serious? She was going to pry herself away from his embrace…but he was so warm.
And he smelled good.
No, he smelled awesome. Like…really awesome.
"Something on your mind, kid?" Veronica looked up at Punk to see his attention never diverted from the novel.
Besides the fact that you smell good and you're warm, nah not really. "Uh, no."
Punk smirked and slit his eyes to glance at her sideways. "You sure?"
"Positive." Veronica put a hand over her face as she yawned. She was beat, and the motion of the bus was starting to rock her to sleep.
Punk chuckled and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "Go to sleep, kid." As much as Veronica didn't want to, she knew her tired body was betraying her as her eyes started to flutter shut. She instinctively curled up in a fetal position and snuggled into Punk's side. She was so fucking tired, she didn't care at this point if she was curling up against the one man she couldn't stand.
Veronica gasped awake, again she was sweating. She quickly took in her surroundings and realized that she was still on Punk's bus. The commentator wiped a film of sweat off her forehead and tried to catch her breath. There were dried tears on the corners of her eyes and she quickly rubbed them away.
"Veronica?" The voice made her jump a bit, and Veronica looked at the entryway to see Punk leaning against it with a glass of some crazy concoction.
"Huh?"
"You okay? You were kinda…mumbling in your sleep." Punk sipped his glass of mystery fluid.
"Uh…nothing, n-never mind about that." Veronica stumbled. "What time is it?"
Punk gestured behind her and she looked to see a clock on the wall. 5:26am, it read. "We're gonna arrive at the hotel at around 9." Punk informed quietly. "You can go back to sleep if you want to."
Veronica gave a small nod and Punk turned around and walked back into the little kitchen where his big television was playing a Smokey Mountain Wrestling DVD at a dull roar. The young commentator laid back down on the pillow, turned on her side and curled up into the fetal position. Even under the blankets she was a little chilly. Curse Punk for being her personal heater, and curse her desperate want for him to warm her up! Well she sure as hell wasn't going to ask him to come back here so she could curl up against him like a weirdo. Nah, she was good.
A few moments later, Punk came back. "Schooch over, kid. Punky's cold." Veronica smiled to herself as she rolled over a little to let her heater in. When he was settled, she wasn't ready for him to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to him in a spoon. Veronica's eyes were wide in surprise but she welcomed the heat that she wanted back so badly, turned over and snuggled into his chest. She couldn't understand why she was so fucking cold!
Another question; why was he cold when his body was heated like a goddamn furnace? Whatever, at least I'm warm again, she thought. Veronica slipped back into a slumber as the beat of his heart put her to sleep.
A/N: ZOMG THIS WAS LONG! Anywhoozles, do you like? Isn't Punky a doll? And what could Veronica be possibly dreaming about? Stay tuned to find out, yo!