Hey guys, sorry for the lack of updates...been sick...in spring time...anyway...I don't have anyone to thank this time, since no one took the time to review. It's a let down :(

But yeah, here's chapter 7. Got maybe 1-2 chapters left until this story is complete. Hope you enjoy!

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Hunter cleared his throat, making sure his voice would be constant while he would address to his employees. The meeting with the board of directors went well and everything had been said and done within the limit time, making everyone happy to go back to their preoccupations.

"Alright, thank you for being here" Hunter started, placing the documentation on the desk in front of him. He sat and Stephanie mimicked his action.

'Not like we really had a choice',Punk silently told himself, rolling his eyes quickly. Just like his coworkers, he was sat on a chair, facing his boss. The meeting only just started and already he was bored and he had to try his hardest to not let his eyes linger more than 5 seconds on Stephanie. He had to say, she looked gorgeous today and he secretly wondered if she did it for him.

"So, as you all know Night of Champions is coming fast and we have a general idea of what will happen. Beth Phoenix will be defending her Divas championship against Kelly Kelly. Beth, you win." The Glamazon was all smirk after hearing she will keep her belt, no way would they make her lose it against little Barbie girl. Kelly was sad to hear that, but such was life in this business. "Also, Alberto Del Rio will defend the WWE Championship against CM Punk and John Cena in a triple threat match."

Now, that got Punk's attention. Of course, he already knew he would be in the championship match against those two ass kissers, he was at least expecting to get the win. However, his hopes were crushed by only 4 words….4 fucking words.

"Cena, you win it".

Had his hard work not paid at all? Heck, he resurrected this company while it was slowly turning into a boring mess. He had made things interesting again, he made those ratings skyrocket to the top! He had worked so fucking hard for the time he's been into this company, he had put up with all the bullshit, all the opportunities he didn't get. Before, he ignored that voice inside of him who was telling, no, screaming for him to get in their face and give them a piece of his fucking mind. But he didn't and now he had more than enough.

"Of course, no matter what it will still be the same status quo that was there through the past few years and I guess it'll never change." Punk started, his eyes glaring daggers in Hunter's own. Everyone's attention was on the straight edge superstar; they knew a storm was close by, they've already seen how lethal his voice was. "Cena getting the title is as predictable as drawing a blue marble from a bag of blue marbles. This company seems to have lost any sense of creativity and originality. Quite frankly, I may work here, but I'm still a fan and I do watch the show….it's the same thing over and over and it's pathetic!"

"Punk, now is not the time to…"

"When will it be, huh? In 20 years when no one would bother watching because of the epic fail at coming up with new stuff? Maybe you don't see what people write on the internet, but I do and it clearly screams 'we want change!' And yet, you serve them the same old, cold, tasteless dish."

The room grew quiet as the tattooed superstar stopped. The intensity, however, didn't falter. Some guys in the room because slightly nervous, waiting for their COO to reply.

Stephanie was as speechless as everyone was. Punk had valuable points, she had to admit it.

"Punk, it's been decided this way. Cena will get the title", Hunter replied as he tried to keep his cool. Deep down, he knew Punk's words weren't to be taken lightly. But he had to keep his façade strong for the sake of the company.

"I'm seriously wondering what's the point of staying here…if things will stay that way. If the younger kids will only either be jobbing for all the big guys or spend the show sitting on a bench, wondering if their long years of training will finally pay off. I've started to wrestle when I was 21. I've been to small companies, some decent one and others who didn't look neat at all. I've lived on the road, sleeping and changing into my own car. I've wrestled for pennies, I've never give up on my dream for one simple reason; wrestling is my life. I have the passion that some of the people in this room lack."

Everyone looked at each other, wondering where he was going with this.

"I didn't just quit modeling or a body builder career to become a wrestler because I couldn't hack it. I didn't take the easy road to get where I am. I've paid my dues. I know some people who followed a very similar road like mine and yet, those who got in the easy way are the ones who gets the most opportunities, the ones who gets all the honors."

For a slight moment, Hunter's head seemed to have lowered in shame as he heard Punk's words.

"There's other companies out there that I could go to, where I would be rewarded for my hard work. A place where the so called 'jobbers' you have here would be superstars because they got the chance to show what they can do." He then turned to Cena, "Boyscout, how long do you plan on hogging the spotlight? Are you gonna become the next Hulk Hogan and keep on kissing asses to get opportunities?"

Everyone held their breaths, the tension was at it's maximum and it had to break, which it did. It happened in a blur, Cena jumping on Punk and a brawl exploded. Both men furiously punched each other, while others either backed or tried to separate the fighters. However, Punk managed to get a good one on Cena, busting open the other man's lower lip. Blood began to trickle down, but that didn't seem to stop the Cenation leader to keep attacking. When both men were finally pulled apart from each other, things went slowly back to control. Punk, despite his rage, smirked. Sure he was banged up a bit, so was Cena. It felt so good to let out all these emotions he's kept so long in himself.

"Enough both of you!" Hunter snarled, angry by how his employees acted, "calm the fuck down and both of you in my office in 20 minutes. And you two better act civil then. Got it?"

Punk kept his eyes on Cena, ignoring his boss. Cena nodded slowly, his eyes still trained on Punk.

"Punk, you understand?" when no answer came from the Pipebomb master, Hunter came closer, breathing heavily in an attempt to calm himself. "Punk, I asked a question!"

Punk's eyes slowly drifted from Cena's to his boss'. The tension became once again thick. A fire was burning in them, a fire that screamed rebellion, a fire that was not about to be extinguished.

"Sure, oh dear COO", Punk's voice was laced with pure sarcasm, making others wonder if he didn't go nut, "Whatever you say".

"Watch how you talk to me, I'm your boss" Hunter said, his voice low and dangerous.

"Why should I, you're gonna fire me? Well, you can't fire me if I quit." Punk replied. Hunter's eyes now held confusion, "That's right, I see no reasons to stay if all my hard work doesn't pay. Instead, I might go somewhere where it will be appreciated to it's right value."

With that said, Punk shook the wrestlers that were holding him back. Giving on last look at John Cena and the COO, Punk moved out of the mass of wrestlers and exited the room, leaving everyone frozen about what happened. Did CM Punk really quit? Did that really happen? He hadn't said it directly, but the way he said what he said…

Today, everyone on the RAW roster witnessed a man who had a lot on his chest and that decided to let it all out. It was a reminder of the shoot he had done about the company a while ago. A reminder for this moment to never be forgotten. Even those who weren't fans of Punk in the roster felt for him. But they couldn't know how he felt, they couldn't because of the easy road they took. What had been tension and rage earlier, became shame, compassion and shock. Punk always was the first one to arrive at the arenas, he was always the first one in gear, impatient to get in the ring and perform for the fans, to live what he said was his life.

Hunter never thought he'd ever have to live a situation like this one. And it made him reconsider a lot of things. What Punk had said was absolutely right. He cursed himself that it had to get there to realise it. There was not a lot of people who had this pure passion for wrestling like Punk has.

Now, everyone in the room looked expectantly at him, wondering if the COO would comment on that matter. But nothing came. Stephanie didn't know what to do. She wanted nothing more than to chase after Punk and hug him close to her. Despite him keeping a somewhat 'I-don't-give-a-shit' façade, she knew he cared. She could guess just how much the situation he was in upset and sadden him. But she had to keep her composure for the sake of everyone.

Hunter called the meeting off, too troubled by what he had to witness. Once everyone had left, he had let himself slump on his chair heavily, head in his hands. Rubbing his temples, Hunter closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Honey" Stephanie said, placing a hand on her husband's shoulder, "It's not your fault" she murmured.

"Part of it is, I just realised now that Punk was right. It shouldn't have happened. I should have intervened faster and earlier" Hunter said, raising his head and looking straight at the end of the room. "What if he does quit? The fans love him and I have to admit he's been an example of an employee."

"I'll try to talk to him" Stephanie said, squeezing her husband's shoulder softly.

"It won't work Steph, trust me." Hunter replied, looking briefly at his wife before glancing at the wall in front of him.

"We don't know until we try. Hunter, I've got to try" Stephanie said, trying to reason her husband.

"Okay, but be careful. I'm guessing the mood he's in is no fun oriented".

"I know, I'll be back later" she kissed his cheek and exited the room, leaving her husband to torment himself.

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Punk's mood was sour, he had wasted no time in regaining his hotel room to pack his belongings. Screw WWE, he's gonna head back to Chicago and get some well deserved rest. Besides, all he will have to do is wait. Once the news of him quitting from the WWE will surf around the world, he'll soon gonna receive some calls from different companies who are dying to add him to their roster. Companies that will treat him better than WWE did.

Besides, he'll be able to catch up with his best friend Colt Cabanna, which is definitely a plus. Seeing his family too wouldn't hurt, even the annoying high pitch voice of his sisters seem lovely at the moment.

He had to admit that he will miss a few of his ex-coworkers; Kofi Kingston for example. The guy was his best friend on the road and he hope he'd still get to see him sometimes.

While he was filling his suitcase with some clothes, he heard someone knocking on the door. Quite frankly, he wasn't in the mood to see anyone at the moment. Hell, he even restrained himself from trashing this hotel room. He ignore the second knocking, but the person was persistent.

"If I didn't answer by now, it means go away" he said harshly, grunting as he pushed the top of his suitcase closed.

"Punk, it's me" the voice said. He knew very well whose voice it was.

"Go away Steph, I'm really not in the mood" Punk replied, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, trying to calm himself.

"Punk, please. I really need to talk to you" she replied and he noted the desperate tone in her voice. Despite his better judgement, he got on his feet slowly and made his way to the door. He sopped in front of it. Normally, he would look in the peep hole, but he didn't bother. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door before opening it. Her face came into view and he was a bit taken aback to see concern on her delicate features. He wondered what she was doing here, normally she would come to him with a feral glint in her eyes with evident lust in them, but not this time. Her blue eyes held compassion, worry and concern. He had to swallow the lump in his throat, then clear it. He stepped aside and let her in.

She walked in the room slowly, taking in her surroundings, noticing the luggage. Her throat tightened. Looks like he truly made his mind.

"So you are really leaving?" she asked quietly, her back still to him. Punk passed a hand through his short locks, sighing softly. Deep down, he didn't really want to leave, but there was no point in him staying in a company that would let them show what he was truly made of.

"Yes" he simply said, slowly walking towards his now ex boss. He watched as her head leaned down a bit and that she wiped her face. Tears? He knew she had sexual feeling for him, but he never thought she'd cry for him.

"I see" her voice broke softly at the end. Punk always felt uncomfortable when a woman cried and now was not different. He didn't know how to comfort someone, he never had to.

He don't know what possessed him to do that, but he walked to her and snaked an arm around her, hugging her from behind. He placed his chin on top of her head and she immediately tensed, before relaxing. She didn't expect that action to come from him.

She put a hand on top of his, feeling it's warmness. She leaned back into him, closing her eyes and letting a few drops of salted water to roll down her cheeks.

"I don't see why you should be sad" he murmured against her hair, putting his other arm around her, holding her close. He really had no idea why she could be this sad. He was leaving, but so what? It's life, that's how it works.

"What you said today, it made me realise how unfair we've been to you. You had nothing but good intentions, but yet we never gave you much attention. You're a good man Punk, you shouldn't have been treated like that" Stephanie said. She was thankful she wasn't looking into his eyes when she said that, because every once of composure she had regained, would have disappeared.

"That's a bit late for realising this, but thank you" he whispered. He kissed her head. His actions weren't his own, he wasn't thinking straight. In fact, he had decided that day that he would only let his guts speak, lead his actions. And with her so close, the perfume on her hair, the smoothness of her skin, the way her blue eyes looked at him….

Now, he was sure no one would interrupt this time.

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Now, you must all hate me for cutting it right there, but I'm keeping the good stuff (I hope it will be good) for the next chapter. See ya! :P