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Chapter 4

Backstage was eerily quiet. But that was how things had been since that night.

He was walking around in his yellow and black shirt with his head held up high.

The whispered however followed him everywhere he went.

Looking around he nodded as he passed by her causing her to give him a timid smile that he did not return.

"Punk." a strong voice spoke up breaking the silence.

Rolling his eyes he looked over to his side to find the tan man leaning on the wall.

"We need to talk." he continued.

"We." he stressed the word "Don't have to talk about anything Randal."

Randy's eyes turned an icy blue "We do." he stressed both words "You attacked my best friend."

Rubbing a hand over his face he smirked "Oh of course this goes back to John-boy."

Randy's glared at him stepping closer to the shorter man. "Of course. Did you think I would let it go? Your just-" he searched for a word "Jealous. Because you know. That you will never be good enough for her."

Punk's eyes narrowed "You don't know anything." he hissed.

Randy stepped closer "You know you will never amount to anything Punk. He will always be a better man than you. She knowns that."

Punk held his head high as two member of Nexus appeared behind him "She knowns nothing. She doesn't know the real Golden Boy."

Randy said nothing as his eyes shifted towards Otunga and Mason Ryan.

Punk walked closer "But she will soon. She'll know Randal." he smirked as he saw the anger in his eyes.

Randy pushed him roughly.

With a smirk Punk pushed him back before nodding at his guys.

Before Otunga and Mason Ryan could do any real damage John was at the scene pushing Punk away from his friend.

Punk only laughed before slowing walking away backwards "Of course John- boy would show up. Super Cena to the rescue right?"

John glared at him as Punk laughed mockingly.

"We will finish this Randal." Punk promised.

No one was standing in his way.

Especially not Randy Orton.

With wide eyes she watched as he walked away from the two men he had once upon a time called his friends.

Why was he doing this? Did he not see how much it was effecting them all?

How much it was effecting her?

Rushing towards both mans she placed her hand on Randy's tan arm. "Are you okay?"

Randy smiled gently down at her "I'm fine."

Raising an eyebrow she looked at him "Are you sure?'

Randy nodded "Totally fine."

Nodding AJ turned towards the hallway he had despaired.

Why was he doing this?

Did he know how he was affecting her? Did he simply not care?

Was he ever going to tell her why he was acting the way he was?

And most importantly where was her Phil?

The night had continued on as usual. Tension was in the air but of course that was nothing new since the turning of the favorite son of Chicago.

John and AJ found themselves sitting together backstage, much like they used to. However one person was missing.

A person AJ was not entirely sure would ever find himself sitting with them again.

John was talking about something...AJ was having trouble keeping track of the subject as her mind kept wandering to Punk.

"AJ...yoo hoo" John hand waved in front of her face snapping her back to attention.

Her back straightened and her eyes focused on the man in front of her. "Um...sorry. What were you saying?" She asked.

Her cheeks flared with embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it. Obviously it wasn't entertaining." John said giving a light chuckle.

He gave her that warm smile he wore almost twenty-four seven.

"I understand that your still upset." He said.

He picked up her hand that was resting on her lap.

AJ did her best not to flinch away from the touch as John's thumb gently swept across her knuckles. She knew he was trying to comfort her. Part of her felt bad that it wasn't working.

She bit her lip and nodded in acceptance to his reasoning.

"I know things look bad, but maybe this is just for the best."

AJ eyes widened as she looked to John's face.

Had he actually given up? Had he even given up trying to make her believe that things would be better? Couldn't he just tell her it would be okay?

She forced back her tears. With the lump forming in her throat she couldn't speak in protest.

"Me and Punk were never the greatest of friends. Kinda surprised we lasted this long as friends." John chuckled lightly.

AJ couldn't believe what she was hearing. 'Not you too.' She thought as tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

John didn't notice.

His eyes had wandered to the monitor showing the current match that was going on...or rather the current match that was being interrupted. "Damnit Punk." John cursed.

He dropped AJ's hand and ran off.

AJ quickly calmed herself. Her eyes looked to the screen to see what had John upset.

Her hand clasped over her mouth.

Standing alone in the ring Randy Orton. Surrounding him were the yellow and black wolves...

The entire Nexus piled into the ring. All but their leader, CM Punk.

Punk watched from ringside as the Viper attempted to fight off the multiple men.

Not that he had a chance. The numbers easily winning over one of the best competitors in the WWE.

When Orton had been pushed into the mat Punk finally crawled inside the ring. Directing each man one at time to deliver their finishing maneuvers on the already weakened man.

Otunga, Gabriel, Slater, Ryan, all getting their shot to make an example of remains of the man.

Punk looked down at the carcass. Right now would be about the time he did his own. Where he would lift Orton into a fireman's carry then drop him down on his raised knee.

That wasn't enough.

Not for Punk to be satisfied.

He grabbed Orton's arm twisting it around into his other finisher, the Anaconda Vice. Putting as much pressure as he could muster while Orton feverishly slapped his hand against the mat.

Under match rules this would mean he had tapped out, but this wasn't a match. No referee was there to stop Punk.

No one was there to stop Punk...until John appeared that is.

Punk released the hold.

He was last to slip out of the ring as John slipped inside. Smirking in delight as he watched Cena attend to the injured Orton.

Backing his way up the ramp with the rest of the group, he could see John yelling, but he didn't catch a word from underneath the roars of the crowd.

But he knew he had hit a nerve.

With both of the men.

As he entered back stage, he didn't fail to notice the petite brunette watching him from a distance.

He gave a sad smile to her scared expression.

It was a small condolence for the actions he had done and the ones he would make in the future...

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