Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or Billy Idol's songs.

A/N: Anyone else notice how much that jobber Matt Jackson looked like Shane Helms? I really effing miss Matt Hardy. Come back please. And I really love this story so far. So thanks to everyone who's reviewed and supported my writing. Enjoy loves.

Love Drunk Punk by Cara Mascara

Chapter 4: With A Rebel Yell

-Fallon's POV-

"Hey, saw the script. You're debuting tonight?" I smiled at the sound of Phil's voice and looked up at him form the chair I sat in. I was going over the match with Layla in catering. We were mid-carding Smackdown. Can you fuckin' believe that?!

"Yeah, you excited?" I asked with a wink. He chuckled and rolled his eyes before sitting backwards in the empty chair next to mine. He called me over my time off, which was the day after our date till today, not once, not twice, but THREE times. Mmhmm. I'd say he's got a little crush on me.

"Hey, Layla," Phil greeted her.

"Hey, Phil. Okay, so we got this down, right?" I nodded to the saucy girl and she stood up. "Great. I'm heading to hair and makeup. I suggest you do the same and don't end up late cause of this one," she joked, pointing her thumb to Punk. He made a fake offended look before Layla waved us off and left catering.

"So, a bunch of them are goin' to the Karaoke bar next to the hotel after the taping. Ready for date two?"

"Hmm... all right. As long as you promise you won't make me sing."

"Fine. But I'm not promising I won't sing." He scrunched his face and I smacked his shoulder. "Hey, I'm a damn good singer. I'm like... Courtney and Janice's love child." He chuckled deeply and ran a hand through his hair.

"I can believe it. But I've got two matches tonight. I'm right after you on Smackdown and I'm after your boys on ECW."

"Mmm, yeah I know. I'm managing them on ECW too, so I guess I'll see you on my way backstage." I winked at him again as I stood up. "Later babe."

-Punk's POV-

"Well, if it isn't the P-I-M-P," Miz said as soon as I walked into the locker room. I groaned and turned right around, ready to walk right back out that door.

"No way dude. You've been avoiding us all week. We want details," John said, restraining me from leaving the room and leading me over to a bench. "So spill."

"Dude, there's nothing to 'spill'. We went out. We had a good time."

"They gave each other tattoos." I looked over to see that dude Joey standing in the corner, gearing up. "Fastest way to that chick's heart, ink her," he joked, walking over and patting me on the shoulder.

"What? Dude, I swear if you got her name-"

"I didn't get her name moron." I lifted my forearm and pointed to the new tattoo. They each inspected it shortly and nodded.

"So, you're into her?" I rolled my eyes at Miz's question.

"No." Joey laughed at my sarcasm and I stood up, heading to my bag to start getting ready for the show tonight. John and Mike got the hint and occupied themselves with something outside the locker room thankfully. I hate being interrogated about relationships. It's really no one's business, even if they are my friends. I'll tell them what I want to tell them and leave it at that.

"Surprised you like her," Joey commented, pulling a jean Vest with patches and pins all over it on. I raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Really? I kind of thought everyone expected me to dig her."

"It's not that it's just... I'm not trying to sabotage her or anything, she's my girl and all, but she's a little bit of a hard partier." Ah, and there's the flaw that I knew would come eventually.

"How hard of a partier is she exactly?" Joey's eyes widened at my hinting. Basically I want to know if she's into drugs.

"Notihn' like that bro. She just... doesn't always realize when she's had enough to drink." Okay, well I can handle that. I'll just have to keep an eye on her. Plus, it's not like I'm looking for marriage right about now or anything.

"That's it?" I asked. "Anything else I should know?"

Joey snorted and chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, don't ask about her mother." With a slap on the back he left the locker room. Why not? Damn, that's all I'm gonna be able to think about now. I hate not knowing stuff.

-Fallon's POV-

I walked down a hallway, a camera in front of me as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. I knew that Cole was probably say something like, 'Well that's the new Diva Fallon, and she's up next,' right before SD went to commercial.

I waited in position, ready to make my in-ring debut. This is probably the most exciting thing I've ever done. I wonder if my Dad still watches wrestling. Maybe he'll see me and try to call or something.

The sirens went off through the arena and I jumped out on my cue, receiving a good reaction from the crowd. I've got it easy. I'm a chick. Lex and Joe gotta work for their popularity. Guys'll like me even if I suck. Good thing I kick ass, right?

"The following match is scheduled for one fall. First, making her way to the ring, she is part of the Punkrockalypse, from Detroit Michigan, Fallon!" Justin Roberts introduced me.

I slapped fans hands on my way down the ramp and slid into the ring, jumping up onto the turnbuckle and taunting the crowd. I did the same on the other side of the ring before my music faded out and Layla's music started. She came out with Lena Yada on her tail and stretched out my legs as she entered the ring. "And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Lena Yada, from Miami, Florida, Layla!"

The bell rang and we locked up, Coach and Cole commenting on how interested they were in seeing what I could do. The match started with me in control, but soon shifted to layla beating me down, with the help of Lena when I was thrown out of the ring and Layla was distracting the ref. Lena threw me back into the ring and Layla pinned, getting a two count before I kicked out.

As Layla brought me to my feet by my hair, I countered her with a few punches to the gut, then to the face. I bounced off the rope and clotheslined her. The crowd was definitely behind me as I continued owning Layla. I climbed to the top rope, planning to jump to Layla, who was in a daze while getting to her feet, but ended up jumping to the outside where Lena was yelling at the ref from the floor and hitting her with a missile dropkick.

Getting back in the ring, I was hit with a toe kick from Layla. She went to roundhouse kick me, but I ducked under it, running and bouncing off the ropes and hitting her with my finisher. It was a crucifix headscissor that ended into a backbreaker courtesy of my knees. I'd never had a name for it before I was signed and the creative team dubbed the move RIOT.

I picked up the win immediately after, holding my side and panting, but with a huge smile on my face while the ref raised my hand and my music went off.

-Punk's POV-

"Holy shit!" Miz exclaimed very loudly. I was thinking the same exact thing as I stared at the monitor. That was an intense move Fal pulled off in the ring. She's more than impressive. Especially for a Diva, no offense.

On second thought, I really don't care who takes offense. Kelly Kelly makes me want to ban women dfrom being in the ring.

But then I see a girl like Fallon and I'm blown away. She's an animal in that ring! "Dude, your girl can totally kick your ass!" John informed me, staring at the monitor just as wide-eyed as the rest of us.

"Punk, you're up!" one of the stagehands called to me and I snapped out of it and went over to the curtain. Fallon appeared from the arena and was handed a towel and water, which she sucked down greedily.

She came over to me and breathed heavily through her smile. Her cheeks were glowing red and her hair was matted with sweat, but she still looked sexy as ever. "Hey, call me after your match," she instructed before walking off. I nodded my head even though she couldn't see.

"With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more! More, more, more! Oh yeah, a'little angel! She wants more! More, more, more, more, more!" Okay, I think most of us guys are a little on edge right now. Fallon's shaking her ass around in really tight pants and she's practically giving Lisa a lap dance. And she doesn't look mad. Quite entertained actually.

Who's idea was going to the karaoke bar? I need to thank them later.

She was right about her voice. She does sound like a cross between Joplin and Love. Drunken slur included. She lay across our table as she finished her song and dropped the microphone into John's lap, pushing off the table and dropping her body into my lap.

I raised my eyebrows, sipping the soda I had in my hand and looked at the tipsy girl as she talked about something totally irrelevant to Lex, who was sitting across from me. What Joey'd told me about not talking about her mom was still itching in the back of my mind.

I know it's wrong. Believe me, no one knows it's wrong more than I do, but I almost feel like trying to get it out of her. I won't but I bet she'd tell me intoxicated like this.

"Let's get another round bartenda!" Lex's huge voice announced. Fallon cheered her friend on, along with a few of the other superstars. I should tell her to cut it out, but I'll let her have her fun tonight. She deserves it I guess since she did so great in the ring. Nothing wrong with celebrating. As long as it doesn't get out of hand.