A/N: I only own my OC

It was back to work and back to reality. Ally had done everything Paul wanted of her for the night and she was backstage sitting in CM Punk's locker room watching his match on the monitor. She was planning on going to wait by the gorilla position when the match was about to end.

There was a loud thumping on the door and Ally wasn't sure who it was as everyone knew Punk was in the ring. She opened the door anyways.

"I knew I'd find you here!" Paul cried as he pushed Ally back into the locker room, slamming and locking the door behind him.

"I'm just hanging out with Punk. Everything you wanted is done."

"What's really going on between you two?" Paul crossed the room to where Ally was leaning against the wall, keeping a safe distance from an upset Paul.

"Nothing. ." Ally lied weakly knowing this was not the time to tell Paul. Telling Paul at all was a bad idea, but something she'd eventually have to do.

"Your lying! What am I not enough for you?" Paul was boiling mad as he grabbed unto her upper arms roughly squeezing them.

"You know why we can't do anything! Your married Paul, it has to stop and I'm stopping it. Let go. . .your hurting me."

"Steph never has to know, besides do you think she hasn't screwed around on me?" His grip only tightened and he shoved her back against the wall. Ally whimpered from the shot of pain in her shoulders.

Mustering up her strength she placed both hands on Paul's chest and shoved.

It took Paul by surprise and he stumbled backwards.

"You need to work out your issues with your wife. I am not getting involved anymore."

They both looked towards the monitor where Punk was standing in victory. He made a quick celebration with the fans before exiting the ring and heading backstage.

"We'll talk about this another time." Paul promised as he left the locker room.

Ally examined her arms already seeing faint signs of developing bruises. She'd worn a tank top and black work pants. She grabbed the hoody Punk was wearing earlier and slipped it on.

Punk entered the locker room just as Ally was pulling up the zipper on his hoody.

"Hey." Ally greeted and squirmed as Punk pulled her into his sweaty arms, kissing her hungrily.

"Miss me?" Ally asked cheekily as she slipped out of his sweaty arms.

"Always. Why are you wearing a hoody? It's hot in here." Punk sat down and unlaced his boots.

"I thought it was cold."

"Come shower with me, I'll warm you up." Punk grinned suggestively.

"Just go shower, I'll pack your gear up." Punk shot her a funny look but grabbed some street clothes from his bag and slipped his wrestling trunks off in full view of Ally.

"Your awfully quiet tonight." Punk observed as they lay cuddled together in bed watching TV.

"Yeah guess I'm just tired." Ally said and turned on her side with her back to Punk.

Punk put his hands on her shoulder carefully massaging the tenses muscles he felt.

Ally jumped sharply at his hands delicate touch and suppressed a pained gasp. Ally scrambled out of bed.

"What's wrong?" Punk asked as he followed Ally into the bathroom, catching the door before it shut.

"Nothing!"

Punk noticed her sleeve had slipped up to reveal some discoloration on her arms. Latching on to her wrist, Punk used his other hand to raise her sleeve up completely.

"What the hell?" Punk murmured as he pulled Ally's shirt over her head to see matching bruises on each arm in the same spots.

"It's nothing." Ally defended crossing her arms over her chest.

Unfortunately her back was facing the mirror, showing Punk a clear view of the bruising forming there as well. He turned Ally around and examined her body.

"Who did this?" Punk growled as he locked eyes with Ally, who now had tears running down her cheeks.

"Paul, but I don't think he meant to harm me." Ally choked out.

"I've had enough of his shit." Punk grabbed his jeans from earlier pulling them on.

"NO. Just wait, I'll talk to him. If I have to I'll resign."

"That doesn't mean he can touch you, it doesn't make this ok."

"I know, now come on lets go back to bed. You need to calm down." Ally wrapped her arms around him and leaned up to kiss his neck.

Punk sighed but gave in, following Ally back into bed.