A/N: Such a nice day here in Michigan. 63 degrees is a win! Anyway, here's the next chappie!


The Wolf's Path

Chapter Seven

Everyone in the crowd damn near lost it when the Bid Red Machine stepped into the ring. Alexa wasn't worried at all, but Punk was pretty fearful for her safety even if his facial features didn't show it.

Punk pulled Alexa back. "Lemme handle this, Alexa."

The Brooklyn native raised a brow at the Straight Edger. "Youse serious, Mac? I can handle this, no worries."

Punk kept his face straight and serious. "Alexa, don't fuck around, just let me-" Before he could finish his sentence, the woman took off like a bat out of hell and landed a dropkick to Mark Henry's head. It caught him off guard as he stumbled back into the ropes. Punk watched as Alexa charged at Henry again, only to get clothes-lined at the last second. The crowd booed heavily, not liking that this giant of a man had no qualms about hitting a woman.

Just as he was about to pin the fallen woman, Punk intervened before being admonished by the ref. When Henry recovered from Punk's kick, Alexa sprang up much to the crowds, and Punk's, happiness. She was a little winded from Henry's clothes line, and Punk saw this so he held out his hand for the tag. As Henry charged toward her, Alexa gave another massive dropkick to his head and then dove for a successful tag just as Kane tagged himself in.

Punk jumped to the top rope and sprang on top of Kane, causing both of them to fall to the mat. Punk tried to go for an early pin, but Kane wasn't having it as he kicked out at one. The Devil's Favorite Demon got up, grabbed up Punk, whipped him into the ropes and gave him a big boot to the head when he sprang back. The crowd booed, but they started to cheer when Alexa flew from the turnbuckle…

Only to be caught by Kane's massive arms.

It so odd how he was holding her. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while he was holding her hips. Alexa's hands pushed on his shoulders. She had a horrid look on her face as they stared at each other. Then she did something that nobody saw coming.

The Brooklyn native tilted her head in a shrug, grabbed Kane's head, and planted a big kiss on his lips. The crowd was in shock to say the least, but the camera didn't miss the wink she sent toward Punk as she held the kiss. Punk made his move just as Alexa head butted Kane, making him drop her. He stumbled back; Punk hefted him onto his shoulders and connected the GTS. The crowd awaited with bated breath as Punk pinned the monster that was Kane.

One.

Two.

The crowd booed as Mark Henry kicked Punk off of his partner, but his small victory was short-lived when Alexa kicked him in the groin, sending him to his knees.

Punk covered Kane again.

One.

Two.

Three!

"Cult of Personality" blared through the speakers and the ref raised both Punk's and Alexa's hands in victory.

"Stop the music, cut it off now!" John Laurinaitis demanded as he came onto the ramp. The crowd booed at the suit that enjoyed ruining people's lives. "Because of Alexa Wolf's unsportsman-like actions by kicking Mark Henry in the groin, this match goes to-"

The EVP of Talent Relations and Interim-GM of Raw didn't see it coming as Alexa came raging up the ramp at high speed and speared him hard. The crowd went wild with excitement and Alexa stormed backstage with rage and annoyance in her eyes.


"Goddamn, stupid, cock-suckin', inbred, fuckin' asshole," Amanda muttered as she stormed toward her bike with her bag. The show had been over for a solid hour, and everyone had steered clear of the Divas Champion when she had stormed backstage with murder in her eyes. A lot of superstars and divas had agreed that John Laurinaitis had been lucky that Amanda had only speared him and not castrate him on live television.

Cody had split the scene before Amanda had arrived. He didn't want to be in the way of the "Brooklyn Brawler"; a name given to her by Jerry "The King" Lawler when she first started with the company.

Amanda strapped her bag to her bike, revved it up, and headed to the hotel to get a few hours of sleep. Her flight to New York was due to leave tomorrow afternoon.


Punk didn't catch Amanda in time as she quickly sped off on her bike. He was left standing in the arena garage in his wrestling attire. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. He jumped slightly when a large hand clasped his shoulder. He turned around to see Glenn Jacobs in his street clothes; mask and hateful persona gone.

"You okay, kid?" Glenn asked in his deep voice.

Punk nodded. "Yeah, I'm alright, Glenn. Thanks."

Glenn smirked. "Ya know; I didn't really want to go through with that match. I don't know what John Laurinaitis was thinking, but I don't hit women in or out of the ring. I can't say the same for Henry though when it comes to wrestling." He paused for a moment before chuckling. "I have to give it to Amanda for improvising with that kiss as a distraction. Very good stuff."

Punk had to chuckle too. "Yeah, that was…pretty unorthodox, but it got the job done, huh?"

Glenn chuckled and patted his co-worker's shoulder. "It sure did, Phil. I'll see you later, alright?"

"Yeah. I'll catch you later, Glenn." The known as Kane walked toward his car, got in and drove away, leaving Punk to his thoughts.

Punk sighed as he returned to the locker room to get changed into his street clothes. He was just glad that he had a few days off. He had a comedy show that he wanted to go to…


Amanda sighed with content as she rode in the back of the taxi toward her dad's house the next afternoon. She didn't bother telling him that she was coming the day after Monday Night Raw. She wanted to surprise him. She remembered something as she pulled out her phone to call him.

"'Ey, Mandy!" Andrew answered joiviantly. "I saw how youse completely wasted that asshole Laurinaitis! I'm proud of youse, baby!"

Amanda chuckled. "Thanks, dad. 'Ey, I wanted to tell youse that I'll be comin' alone to your show. I ain't bringin' a friend."

"Alright, sweetheart." Andrew replied. "That's fine. As long as I get to see my little girl."

Amanda chuckled as the taxi driver pulled into her father's driveway.

"Honey, I wish I could see youse before my show. How long as it been since I've seen youse? Three months?" He paused. "Why the fuck is there a damn taxi outside my house?"

Amanda chuckled as the taxi stopped. She climbed out with her bag and handed the driver a large bill, signaling him to keep the change as she kept her eye on her dad's house.

"Are youse freakin' kiddin' me?" Andrew exclaimed over the phone. Amanda saw the door swing open to see her father standing there in a white wife beater, jeans and boots. He snapped his phone shut as the taxi drove off, and Amanda snapped her phone shut, ran over to him, dropped her bag and jumped into her father's awaiting arms.

She was a Daddy's girl at heart. She wasn't ashamed of hugging her father like she was ten years old again.

That evening, Amanda enjoyed spending time with her dad until it was three in the morning.

"Jesus Christ, is it really that time?" Andrew asked in astonishment as he looked at his Rolex.

Amanda nodded as she looked at her phone, and they headed upstairs to their rooms. "It's still the same as it was the last time youse were here, honey."

Amanda smiled up at her father and hugged him. "Thanks, pops."

Andrew kissed the top of her head. "G'night, sweetheart."

"Night, dad." Andrew entered his room and shut the door behind him, leaving Amanda to her thoughts. She entered the room and shut the door. It has been three months since her and her dad have seen each other, but it felt longer. Her father was the only person she had left, and vice-versa. She'd lose it if she ever lost him.

Amanda sighed as she changed into her pajamas and walked over to a trunk filled with her photo albums. She opened it up and took one out at random. She sat back on her bed and opened it up.

The first few pictures were of her and her dad. One that held her gaze was a picture of her father in his black, leather Diceman jacket. He was a lot younger obviously. He had sunglasses on with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Amanda was a very small child sitting on his broad shoulders. In the background, there was a camera set. It had to have been taken on the set of 'Ford Fairlane: Rock n' Roll Detective'.

She turned the page, finding pictures of her mother holding her after she was born. Her first steps, her first bike, her first leather jacket that her dad bought her, etc. Amanda sighed sadly. She really missed her mom. She would have been proud of the woman she had become today.

She turned another page, and the water works nearly started up. There were pictures of her and Ricky, her best friend.

Her only friend.

Many photos showed Ricky getting Amanda in a headlock. She had an open mouthed smile as she stared into the camera. Other pictures showed them watching WWF on a television, cheering on their favorite wrestlers. One picture caught Amanda's eye, though. They had to have been around sixteen when it was taken.

Amanda and Ricky were wearing leather jackets, standing back to back with their arms crossed and glaring at the camera. Ricky had short, black, shaggy hair with piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders. He was a few inches taller than Amanda in the picture. On the white part of the Polaroid in a scrawl, the words read, 'The Brooklyn Brawlers. Future Tag Champs.'

A tear splashed on the picture, and Amanda found herself tearing up a bit. She missed Ricky so much. She clasped the ring around her neck tightly before closing the album and curling up in her bed.

Before her dad's show tomorrow night, she needed to visit the cemetery.


A/N: Welp, this wasn't the best I've done but at least it's something. I've been having writer's block something terrible! At any rate, I'll update 'Whispering Uncertainties' as soon as I get the chance. Thanks for the reviews!