To say that Punk found it difficult to avoid AJ would be an understatement. He couldn't help but be concerned for her. She really wasn't taking the breakup with Dolph well. Last week, she gave a "State Of Her Mind" address. She did fine-if fine meant throwing a tantrum and getting speared by an ex best friend.

Then, she lost to Kaitlyn and tried to rip out Ziggler's hair on Monday. So, now, she had to defend her Divas Title against Kaitlyn on Friday. Punk was there too; he had to fight that dancer Fandango. He wrapped his arms in wrist tape before marking his hands with his trademark "X". He decided to switch things up and use a blue Sharpie.

To be honest, Punk didn't expect Fandango to put up that good of a fight. But hey, he made him tap out to his Anaconda Vice, sending a message to Brock that he could make people tap as well. He walked backstage, settling in his locker room to see what the pint sized power keg had up her sleeve tonight.

He watched eagerly. Punk couldn't help but notice how adorable she looked with pigtails. He winced as Kaitlyn shoved AJ into the barricade. She was just about to spear her when Layla jumped in front of her, blocking her shot. AJ-ever the opportunist-attacked, locking on her Black Widow submission hold and forcing Kaitlyn to tap yet again.

Punk laughed as Layla and AJ skipped away. That was definitely a page out of Punk's book. He couldn't help but leave his locker room to confront her. He spotted AJ and Layla hugging and squealing with joy by the curtain.

"You were right!" Layla exclaimed, "I haven't felt that alive since teaming up with Michelle!"

"I told you," AJ responded, "Bad girls do it well. I'm Harley Quinn and you're Poison Ivy."

"Yeah," agreed Layla. Punk saw the sly grin on her face. "And maybe CM Punk is the Joker." If Punk had been drinking something, he definitely would've spat it out right about then. Harley Quinn and Joker...were like AJ and him? He heard AJ gasp. "Oh come on. Everyone knows you still like him."

"What!?" AJ exclaimed, "I do not like Punk! I've moved on! I honestly don't give a damn about what he does anymore."

"That little moment you too shared a few weeks ago begs to differ," said Layla, her British accent booming with confidence. "Yeah. I saw it. The way Punk was holding you, the way you cried in his chest, and especially the way you've been avoiding him ever since. Face it AJ. You're in L-O-V-E!"

Punk could see her cheeks turn red. "Why don't we focus on our new alliance. You and Michelle had a name, so naturally we have one too. How about...Lay-J?"

"Doesn't that sound a bit slutty?" Punk emerged into the ladies' view, walking towards them. "I was thinking maybe Laylee. You know, since you and all one thousand of your ex boyfriends have couple names with your last name in them."

"Real funny," said AJ, "I like Lay-J better." Punk shrugged. "Have you been spying on us?"

"Maybe," he responded with a smirk. He then proceeded to kiss Layla's hand before saying to her, "Long time no see." AJ scowled. Watching that made her feel uncomfortable, although she knew that that wasn't the word.

The word was jealous.

"We'll discuss our future later," said AJ sternly, "You may leave Layla." With a scoff, she did as she was told. "Well?"

"I haven't seen Lay since ECW! It was rude of you to spoil a reunion like that." Then Punk leaned down, his face inches from hers, his dark green eyes searching her dark brown ones. Suddenly, she found her stomach turn into goo. This man was breathtakingly beautiful, she'll give him that. "Unless you're jealous."

"What is there to be jealous of?" AJ asked, backing away. Those eyes of his probably would've left her tongue tied if she would've stayed there. "All I care about is this Divas Title. Every step, every breath I take is for this." She adjusted the title on her shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse me." And with that, she rushed away. She kept looking back, hoping that Punk wasn't chasing her. She was so distracted, she bumped into someone.

"I'm so-" AJ was about to say "sorry", but she found herself looking into the eyes of Paul Heyman. She was speechless. This was the mastermind behind ECW. This was the man that "proposed" to her last year. But most of all, this was the man that betrayed CM Punk.

Because of her.

"Excuse me," hissed Paul.

"I wouldn've apologized if you would've let me," AJ responded. Boy, she hated this man with a passion. Paul tried to walk off, but AJ jumped in front of him. "I wouldn't go back there if I were you."

"Oh really? And why is that?" Paul questioned.

"Punk's over there," whispered AJ with a smirk.

"You really think I'm scared?" Paul said.

"Well, he did almost get you twice on Monday," said AJ, "And he swore on your children to burn everything around you, then leave you the last one standing so he can personally torture you." AJ shrugged. "I personally cannot wait to see it."

"Good for you, Black Widow," said Paul with a smirk, "You listen good. My client and best friend in the whole world, Brock Lesnar, is going to hurt CM Punk. He's going to hurt CM Punk so bad that he's going to be crazy. Just like you. I hope you enjoy yourself, AJ. Because sooner rather than later, Brock and I are going to hurt everything that Punk cares about." AJ scowled, and Paul's smirk grew bigger. "Now skip along you little psychopath." He walked off as AJ seethed with rage. And worry. That was a threat to her. But Punk didn't care about AJ...

Right?

Woah! Was that a threat? I can totally see Paul saying that, so yeah. Review for an update! :)

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