A/N - apologies for the delay in updating but have been suffering writers block and dealing with being sick. I hope that this chapter doesn't suck lol. Please, Please, PLEASE read and review people it doesn't take long and lets me no what you think and whether to continue on. Thanks to those who have read and reviewed its greatly appreciated.
DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the WWE people mentioned only my OC.
Now on with the next chapter - The Show Must Go On...
"Excuse me Sir. But I have a message here to give you" the hotel concierge said and handed him a note.
"Who gave you this note to give to me?" Phil asked confused.
"A young lady said that if I seen a man with a hoodie, jeans, cap, beard and lip ring to give him this" he replied before walking off.
Puzzled at what just happened he looked at the note to see what was written. Unfolding the paper out he read what it said and it brought a smile to his face
'Hi Phil. If you're reading this then I'm sorry that I missed you. Did look for you this morning but didn't see you about. I had to leave early as have a job interview then have my flight back to Belfast. But as we missed each other I thought I'd leave you my phone number, just in case you're ever in my neck of the woods we could meet.
Your Damsel in Distress Hayley.'
Taking out his phone he quickly added her number to his contact list. He thought about calling her but he decided against it in case she was in the middle of her interview. He was disappointed that he didn't get to say goodbye to her in person but he would phone her after the house show tonight. Heading back to his room to pack up his stuff he had a silly grin plastered over his face and was whistling.
"Someone's in a better mood today. It has been a while since we saw a smile like that plastered over your face bro" Zack said teasingly as he met him heading out towards to the three buses sitting waiting outside the hotel.
"Zack be thankful that I think your ok otherwise you would be lying unconscious right now. If you ever say anything to anyone I swear to put in the anaconda vice"
"Wow are you serious bro?" Zack said shocked "Okay I see by the look on your face you are. Well I won't say a word"
"Fucking dick" Punk muttered under his breath as he stepped on board his allocated bus. As he walked on down towards the back of the bus passing the stuck up Nick Nemeth (aka Dolph Ziggler) who had Vickie draped over him, Ron (R-Truth) muttering to Little Jimmy as usual, Beth and Natalya who turned away as he approached near them. When suddenly a foot and leg stopped him from walking any further.
"Why if it isn't Punky or should I say Skunky" a certain someone said whilst a pair of girls laughed.
"Fuck you Miz. Go back to whichever dank dark hole you came from. I'm in no mood for you and your stupid remarks which are pointless. Or listen to the two giggly schoolgirls sitting there thinking they stand a chance with you" The Bella Twins glared at him at this point "However I could go down to the front of the bus and tell Ron your slagging off Little Jimmy" and as he turned around to walk back down to the front he noticed out of the corner of his eye Miz taking his leg down and scowling out the window. "Glad we came to an agreement now was it that hard" and at that he walked on down to his seat.
Soon they were on their way to the next destination of the UK tour. Their next stop was Manchester and that was a six or seven hour drive away. It was about 10am when they left London and started the long drive. Most people took this opportunity to either catch up on sleep, chat, play the games consoles installed on board or use their laptops. Punk took this time to read his latest comic book and listen to some music on his Ipod. He wondered if he should text Hayley. He got out his phone and started typing out a message.
'Hi Hayley its Phil here. The obnoxious punk from the hotel (your words not mine lol). Got your note (well obviously I'm texting you duh) and thanks for leaving me your number. Disappointed I didn't get to hear your sexy accent before you left. Am heading to Manchester at the moment for work and am stuck with a punch of arseholes and stuck up bitches. Hope your interview went well. Phil'
He looked at what he wrote and was in two minds on whether to send it or not. He was debating this when he felt someone sit down beside him. Looking up he saw Beth sit beside him he quickly put his phone away making sure he saved the message to send later. Wondering why on earth Beth was there beside him he looked at her questioningly.
"Hi Phil. How are things?" She asked nervously.
"Just peachy" he replied really not in the mood for small talk. Yes they at one time were together but they had both went their separate ways as they had both wanted different things.
"Oh ok" she said disappointingly "I was just wondering if you would be my tag team partner tonight. They've set up a mixed tag team match against Barbie Doll and Evan and I agreed if I could pick my own partner"
Punk looked at her wondering what her ulterior motive was. Beth did not do anything unless it was for her own gain. There was something about this that he did not like, as she could be a manipulative bitch when she wanted. Luckily for him he had a match scheduled with Dolph Ziggler that night and when he told Beth that he thought he saw a flash of anger cross her face and eyes before she smiled and walked back to her seat.
They arrived at the hotel in Manchester at half four that afternoon. The bus would be taking them to the arena at 6pm for the house show that night. After getting his room key Punk made his way to his room dumped his stuff and went for a quick shower before heading down for something to eat. Soon they where all back on the buses heading for tonight's show.
As the techies ran around making sure everything was organised and everyone was settled into the locker rooms. They called for everyone to head to the monitor room as Mr Laurinaitis was looking a word with everyone. As soon as everyone had arrived he made an announcement
"As all you of know I'm Mr John Laurinaitis executive vice president of talent relations and interim RAW general manager. Tonight we are doing our first house show of the European tour. I want everyone to give 100% tonight. Most of you already are aware of your matches tonight if not you'll find out during the show. So let's get out there and show Manchester what you are all made of" he finished his spiel to a smattering of polite applause. Everyone headed back to either hair and make up or to the locker rooms to get ready.
All too soon the show began. Punk hung around the locker room preparing himself mentally for his match tonight. He wrapped his wrists with athletic tape and marked them with his infamous X markings. Making sure his hair was slicked back, nipple rings removed and his belt on his waist he headed down to gorilla position to enter the arena for his match. He heard the annoying Vickie introduce Dolph and his music playing as he entered the ring to booing from the crowd. The sound tech nodded to Punk and then Living Colours 'Cult of Personality' blared from the speakers around the arena and he began his walk stopping at the top of the ramp to do what he did every show and then made his way to the ring. Vickie left the ring to stand at the ringside to support Dolph, scream at the ref and maybe interfere if need be.
The ref took Punks championship belt waved for the bell to be rung and the match to start. They locked up to start the match and Ziggler took control early. The crowd chanted "C.M. Punk!" early. Ziggler fended off a Punk comeback attempt and remained on offence. Punk scored a two count with a backslide, but Ziggler fired right back with a clothesline for a two count of his own. Ziggler then applied a mathold. Punk punched and back suplexed his way free. Vickie distracted Punk by standing on the ring apron and seductively blowing him a kiss. Punk attacked Ziggler anyway, but when he charged with a running knee, Ziggler moved and Punk bumped to the floor. Ziggler then did a head-stand in the ring to show off. Vickie applauded and said, "Bravo! Bravo!"
Ziggler had Punk on the mat in a chinlock. Punk made a comeback and went for a quick Go To Sleep, but Ziggler countered by manoeuvring onto Punk's back and applying a sleeper without ever touching his feet to the mat. Punk began to fade and collapsed to the mat. The crowd chanted his name and Punk began to stand. Punk lifted Ziggler onto his shoulders into a GTS position, but Ziggler slipped down and covered Punk with his legs on the middle rope for leverage. The ref caught it and didn't count. As Ziggler argued, Punk rolled him up and held onto the middle rope for added leverage. Ziggler ducked a Punk crescent kick, and then went for the Zig Zag. Punk held onto the top rope to block it, then charged at Ziggler with a running knee to the chin in the corner followed by a bulldog for a believable near fall.
Punk slammed Ziggler and climbed to the top rope. Ziggler rolled out of Punk's path, though. Punk dropped down and Ziggler nailed him with his Best Dropkick in the Universe for a near fall. Punk knocked Ziggler off the top rope a minute later and then leaped off with a flying elbow. It landed and was good for a two count. Punk then signalled for the GTS, and then he went for it. Ziggler countered with an overhead inverted bodyslam for a near fall. Ziggler then stomped on Punk. The ref pushed him away because he was holding onto the top rope. Ziggler leaped at Punk who tried to turn it into a GTS, but they fell over. Punk got up, shook his head in frustration, and then gave Ziggler the GTS for the win. Punk had a bloody nose or mouth at the end of the match.
After leaving the arena after his match to the crowd yelling his name he headed back to the locker room. Cleaning up the blood from his nose which Dolph had kicked he headed for the showers. Once he was refreshed and dressed in his street clothes he lifted his bag from the locker when a sheet of paper fell out. Picking it up he read it realising it was the note that Hayley had left for him. He remembered he hadn't sent her the text he had on his phone. He pulled his phone out from the jean pocket sat down on the bench and found the message he had written. He sat looking at it in two minds whether to send it or not!
