Disclaimer: I own none of the WWE Superstars in this story, only the OC Characters and my story idea.

A/N: Enjoy my dears :)


Thursday, 6th October

"I hate planes."

Emma Stevens felt the chuckle vibrate through Phil's chest, as she leant back in his arms. The two of them were waiting around the luggage carousel in Sydney Airport to collect their bags. She could feel Phil's stubble scratch her temple as he rested his head on top of hers. A smile grew on her face, while his hands tightened their grip on her hips. "Was first class not good enough for you, Princess?"

Looking up at him and pouting, she shook her head, "Not enough leg room."

CM Punk's jaw dropped and his eyebrows lifted towards his hair line, "You are five foot three and you're complaining about leg room." He could feel her giggle and he growled, wrapping his arms up and around her chest, "You're a brat."

The Australian untangled herself from his arms, darting forward to grab her bag coming around on the carousel. Punk's bag was not long after, and she grabbed that also, almost tumbling to the floor under its weight, "Jesus Christ, Paris Hilton, what did you pack in here?"

Phil smirked at her, his tongue pushing out his lip ring slightly. He reached forward, grabbing both their bags in one of his hands, and wrapping his other arm around her shoulders. They approached the loading bay outside to find a black Range Rover parked and waiting for CM Punk. The duo had organised that Emma was going to stay with Punk in his hotel, as both of them were staying in Australia for the same amount of time. Phil had managed to swing it by Paul Levesque, now that they were back on good terms. He hadn't revealed Emma, but told Paul that he would have a friend staying with him. Emma, on the other hand, had lied to her agent once again, and managed to get both her agent and personal assistant to stay in America as she told them she would be staying with her family. Her agent hadn't been too pleased, but knew that Emma was missing her family and decided to allow it. As Punk loaded the bags into the back of the car, he noticed Emma furiously texting.

"Em?"

Her brown locks swung quickly, as she snapped her head up to look at him, a scowl on her face, "Sorry," She curtly replied. "They just won't leave me alone." Her phone was thrown haphazardly in her large handbag, before she plastered a smile on her face for Phil, "It's fine, let's go." Phil reached out a hand, pulling her to him for a quick kiss. He looked at her and she knew he was trying to see if she was really alright. "They just want to make sure I got here safely and remind me of my schedule."

Punk chewed his lip. He'd noticed how tired she'd been lately. They were on her back organising this trip since she wasn't being accompanied by either of them. He patted her ass and pushed her towards the car, "C'mon Princess, let's go. I've got a hot date with SBS."


The interview with SBS had gone well. The journalist had actually been a huge fan and was asking questions about Punk, rather than the usual John Cena and Rock stuff Punk had been getting in the other interviews. He understood the hype around the Wrestlemania match between the two, but right now, the moment was about him. Selfish or not, he was getting sick of the same old questions, and finally was refreshed to have an indepth interview with a true fan. CM Punk returned to his hotel room, eager to spend the night with Emma. He had plans to just chill in their room and watch television and enjoy the room service, courtesy of the WWE Corporate. After stepping into the room, he was surprised to find Emma pulling on a tank top and blazer. A frown crinkled across his forehead, and he waited for her to notice he was standing there.

"Oh hey!" said Emma, cheerfully. She strapped on her heels before grabbing her handbag, a large smile gracing her face, "Finally, you're back!"

"And you're leaving?" asked Phil, confused. He scratched the back of his head, and mumbled, "Thought we'd spend the night in.."

Emma struggled to hear the Superstar. It wasn't often that the man was so soft spoken, and she realised why. Smiling gently, she stepped forward, her hand skimming his stomach, "I'm going to see my family tonight."

Punk's stomach dropped, and he nodded quickly. Of course she was, he thought. His plans were now officially on hold. It wasn't often that they got the time together to just relax. Heck, they weren't even together properly, and he was hoping that sometime along this trip, they'd figure that out. Sighing, he nodded again, "No worries, I've stolen your box set of Xmen to keep me happy." He stepped around her to head for their bed and the television.

The young Australian actress smiled to herself, "Punk, do you want to come? You're more than welcome to join."

Phil cleared his throat, shocked. "Um.. nah, it's alright. I won't know anyone and I don't want to intrude on your family getting together after so long." He could've sworn he saw disappointment flash across her eyes. Just like their first coffee together, when she thought she wouldn't see him again. The same lonely look had just flicked across her face, and he swore in his head.

Emma tried her hardest not to look too disappointed by it. She was used to it anyway. She had been brought up so family orientated that she loved getting together with her family, or just chilling at home with them. Especially now after being away from them for so long, she was eager to see them. Her friends and old boyfriends used to be wierd about it, and she'd constantly spend her nights out with friends rather than at home. What was she even thinking, thought Emma. Punk wasn't her boyfriend. She didn't expect him to want to come over. They would probably expect him to come. She'd told her parents so much about the wrestler. Plastering a smile on her face, she stepped forward, rising on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, "I'll be back later. Don't destroy the place too much." Sending him a cheeky wink, she spun around to leave the hotel room. Her hand was wrapped around the doorknob when she heard it.

"Wait, let me get changed."


Emma regretted bringing the Straight-Edge Superstar within an hour.

Burying her head in her hands, she groaned as her sister and Punk continued to pick on her. She formed a rude hand gesture before her mother scowled at her, slapping the back of her head as she walked around the couch to sit. As painful as it was, Emma was thankful that her sister and Punk were getting on well. Her mother and father were so happy to see him. Her dad looked momentarily alarmed when Punk had walked in. At over 6 foot tall, the wrestler was towering over the rest of her family, who all barely hit 5 foot 5. Peering between her fingers, she caught the eye of Punk, who winked at her, while he poured himself another drink.

"So you know Randy Orton?"

CM Punk smirked at the younger sister of Emma, "Yes, I do know Randall."

"Hook us up."

Punk choked on his drink, his eyes widening at the blunt statement, "He is married."

"And soccer has a goalkeeper. Doesn't mean I can't score."

"Kate!" Emma looked appalled at her sister's antics, shooting an apologetic glance at Punk. "I apologise for her. We don't let her out much."

Punk grinned, "It's fine. Trust me, my little sister said the same thing about Cena."

Emma smiled, when Punk reached out an arm, pulling her closer to him while they sat on one of the couches together. Her sister sent her a knowing look, and Emma just bit her lip, trying not to let the big grin show on her face. Her cheek rested against his shoulder, and she felt him talk with her sister and her parents. She couldn't be happier. Biting her lip again, she eyed the television that was showing an ad for the Kid's Choice Awards. This weekend was going to be it. All she wanted was Punk to herself, and she wasn't going to hide it no more.


Friday, 7th October

"I'm really hoping that those aren't your trashy magazines, Miz."

The Miz looked up from his browsing of another trashy gossip magazine, and narrowed his eyes at John Cena. "You'll see, you'll all see."

John Cena blinked. He always worried about Mike. And right now, the worrying had escalated to a whole new level. The duo were currently at a house show, getting ready for the event later that night. He arched an eyebrow at his companion. The Miz was still dressed in his street clothes, and didn't look like he was getting up any time soon. Rolling his eyes, John stepped forward, snatching the magazine off of the Awesome one. "What the hell are you reading?" He read through the page Miz was on, "Emma Stevens spotted out on Navy Pier with a male friend. Reports are that this is the same friend, that she was recently spotted having lunch with at the Ivy. Is Zac Efron just a decoy? Who is this tattooed male.." He paused, studying the male in the photo, "OH MY GOD!"

Mike jumped up, shrieking, "SEE I TOLD HER!"

The former Champion flung the magazine around to show Mike, "PUNK!"

Mike nodded, his eyes wide and bright. "I told Maryse! She didn't believe me!"

"He's been so happy lately."

"I know, he's never happy."

"Only grumpy." John paused, "It makes sense!"

Mike raised an eyebrow, "Clearly he got laid."

John rolled his eyes, "No the other week when Hugh Jackman and her were here. The two acted so.. wierd." He paused, again, "Wow, that's ..um.. wow." He looked at the magazine again. "No wonder the magazines haven't worked it out. The last place they would look is at a roster of WWE Superstars to try and match who he is. So who else knows?"

"Maryse knows," explained Mike, "I can tell. She tried to make me seem crazy when I first worked it out."

"You are crazy," said John, eyeing the magazines on the bench, "Ridiculously crazy."

"Do we tell him?"

"Monday Night Raw, when he gets back from Australia. We do it."


Friday, 7th October

"You're covered in slime!"

Phil rolled his eyes, spinning around to face Emma. He groaned, realising she had her iPhone out and was taking photos of his green covered self. "How come you're not slimed?" He growled, lunging for her.

Squealing, Emma darted out of the way. She stifled a laugh, as Punk almost slid across the floor. "I actually win my awards." Her teasing tone caused Phil to glare at her again, and she beamed at him, snapping another photo of the grumpy wrestler. "Have you got a spare change of clothes?"

The Straight-Edge Superstar nodded, waving towards a bag on the couch in the backstage area, "I was warned, so I came prepared. Apparently, there's an after party?" To be honest, Punk already knew about the after party. He had eavesdropped on Emma's phone call with her agent, who told her she needed to be seen at this party. Emma had replied that she wasn't sure yet. Punk knew why. She was clearly thinking that the last place he wanted to be was with a bunch of drunk celebrities. Clearly, she hadn't been out with him, Mizanin and Cena. He'd seen his fair share of it all, and didn't mind going, if that's what she wanted to do.

Emma nodded, "We don't have to.."

"I want to."

Emma grinned, taking a seat on the couch, while Phil grabbed his bag to change. The awards show had offered a backstage area equipped with showers and changing rooms, so that the presenters and winners could get rid of the slime that most of them were unfortunately drenched in. There was the after party, and Emma was slightly nervous about it. She knew a few of the people that would be there. But they didn't know about Punk. She bit her lip, anxiously. How exactly was it going to go down that her and Phil were.. seeing each other. Sure, she had wanted everyone to know, but now as the moment came closer, she was unsure if they should do it. She was the 23 year old Australian actress on the start of her career, and he was the 32 year old controversial bad boy for the WWE. If the world didn't know about them yet, tonight was clearly going to be the night. And she was convinced her and Punk were about to realise what they were to each other after tonight. A cough sounded, and Emma lifted her head from browsing her phone to observe the man in front of her. Her mouth hung open, her lips curling into an amused smile, as she looked at the man standing before her. Clad in a white button up shirt rolled to his elbows, black jeans, and with a black skinny tie hanging loosely around his neck, CM Punk stood there with his arms out by his sides. His hair was slicked back, and he still had his stubble around his face, but Emma couldn't complain. She stood up, moving to press her lips against his. He smiled against her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You like?" He mumbled against her lips.

She smiled, "I do. What's the occasion?"

"I don't want you to upstage me. I'm the best in the world." Emma groaned, rolling her eyes. She felt Punk's fingers tugging the sides of her short bright blue dress, "I mean, look at you. You're so fucking bright, what the hell."

Emma grinned, stepping back to spin around in the full skirted short dress and her bright pink wedges. "Colour blocking, Punk. Keep up."

"I'm sorry, I missed that issue of Elle," drawled the Chicago native. He stuck his arm out for her, expecting her to weave her arm around it. Instead, she tugged his hand into her own, and stood close to his side. He peered down at her curiously, "Soo.." He was cut off by her lips. Emma pecked him lightly, before nudging him towards the door. He smirked, "Ready?"

"Always."


Monday, 10th October

"So how was Australia?"

CM Punk looked up from his bag to find Mike Mizanin and John Cena standing before him. Arching an eyebrow at the expressions on their faces, he stood up, "It was fun. Got slimed."

John nodded, "Interesting. So who was the friend you supposedly had accompany you, because it clearly wasn't me or Miz."

"I do have other friends," remarked Punk, dryly. He pulled a shirt over his wrestling gear and eyed his friends suspiciously, "What's going on?"

Miz narrowed his eyes, "Really? Really?"

Punk held up a hand, stopping his friend, "Yes, really. What the hell!" At the two shit-eating grins on their faces, he groaned and left the room, hoping they wouldn't follow him. Unfortunately, John and Mike were following him, and keeping up with his fast pace as they entered the catering area. He spotted the Divas and several Superstars surrounding a television, fighting over the remote as they decided what to watch before the show started. Rolling his eyes, he headed towards them, keen on finding Maryse. "Maurice!"

The low growl made Maryse spin around and plant an innocent smile on her face, "Punk, how was Australia? Tres bien?" At his intense glare, she spotted Mike and John over his shoulder and she furrowed her brow, "What's going on?"

"That's what we said!"

Punk shot a glare over his shoulder at Mike, who grinned back at him. Turning his attention back to Maryse, Punk arched an eyebrow, "Maurice.."

Finally realising what he was talking about, she shook her head. "Mais non! No no! Trust me!" She was interrupted by a loud squeal as Eve Torres had tackled Kofi Kingston and grabbed the remote, flicking it to the E! Channel so they could watch the Kardashians.

"It hasn't even started!" yelled Kofi, scrambling to his feet to get the remote.

Eve dove behind Zack Ryder, clutching his shoulders, "C'mon E! News has almost finished, Kofi!" And it was at this moment, that Punk took notice of what was on the television screen.

And so did everyone else.

"And in our final news story, it seems that after weeks of speculating which of her costars Emma Stevens was dating, we have finally confirmed that it's none of them! For weeks, we have seen footage of her out with a certain male, and E! News Live received reports from this weekend about her activities, which confirm this is her new beau. At Friday's Australian Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards, Emma was reportedly getting cozy with her rumoured beau, none other than WWE's own CM Punk. The duo didn't arrive together, but at the after party, they were inseparable, with many surprised at the pairing between Hollywood's new darling and the WWE's own bad boy."

Silence rang out through the catering area, as the footage of Phil with his arm wrapped around Emma, and whispering in her ear, flashed on the screen. Phil felt his heart start to race, and his palms started to sweat. Racing forward, he flicked the television off, and spun around slowly to face his coworkers. They'd seen and heard everything. And the smiles on Punk and Emma's faces had confirmed it for everyone. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Maryse, sporting a smirk on her face. She'd seen it all coming from a mile away, and she was happy that finally it was out in the open for Punk to admit it.

"I knew it!"

"I knew it first, you giant baboon!"

CM Punk rolled his eyes, as The Miz and John Cena started arguing. And then all hell broke loose, as the Superstars and Divas started asking him a million and one questions. He took another glance at Maryse, who was still sporting that smirk.

This was how it was going to be from now on.


A/N: And let the saga begin! REVIEW!