*RAW*

The show kicked off with the Princess of Xtreme talking to her rookies about their strategy for their match tonight

"Look Cole, it's my favorite Divas" said Jerry "The King" Lawler said

"All of the Divas are your favorite, King."

As the three Divas were walking, Michelle bumped into Lacey

"Well that wasn't nice." Said King

"Oops, sorry!" the blonde said, looking the younger Hardy up and down "Oh, it's only you. On second thought, I'm not sorry." Layla giggled beside her.

Lacey started to give it to the blonde, but lucky for her, Sky intervened

"May I?" she asked

"Be my guest." Lacey smiled

"Uh oh. I don't like that look on Lacey's face, King. That look means trouble." Said Cole

Sky stepped up to the taller woman, not at all intimidated by the height difference, considering they were almost the same size. Smiling a wickedly sweet smile, the Asian woman reared back and unleashed a slap that would have made Stephanie McMahon proud. Michelle stumbled backward and Sky pounced on her like a rabid dog, raining down blow after blow. Before Layla could interfere Kaisie speared the smaller woman to the floor, delivering multiple forearms to the face.

"Whoa, look at them go!" King exclaimed as the Divas rolled around on the floor, punching, slapping, pulling hair, and clawing one another.

"Lacey isn't even helping. She's just standing there!" yelled Cole

It was true. Lacey stood there watching her rookies wreak havoc, a twisted smirk on her face

"I think Sky and Kaisie have it under control." The King replied

"Yeah God forbid Lacey gets her hands dirty" Cole scoffed

"Well maybe she doesn't want to break a nail, did you ever think about that Cole?"

After the mauling was over, the two rookies stood, righting themselves. Lacey stepped one Louboutin after the other over the not so lucky Divas lying in a broken heap on the floor

"Now" she said "back to what I was saying."

The trio continued down the hall, leaving LayCool in their wake


"Damn, Sky, did you slap Michelle hard enough?" Lacey asked when they got back to John's dressing room

"No" she said simply

"I think Layla bit me" said Kaisie, a look of displeasure on her face as she inspected the bite marks on her left arm

"That little troll!" Sky exclaimed "You better bite her back in the ring tonight."

"What are we, five?" asked Lacey

"Since the bitch wanted to take it there, yes." Said Kaisie

Lacey shook her head at the two, going into the bathroom to change. Since she was not needed for the rest of the night after that promo and she knew that Kaisie and Sky were scheduled to win, she figured she'd leave early and hit the hotel gym.

"Leaving early?" Sky asked as she emerged from the bathroom

"Yeah, I want to get a workout in before the fight." She said, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail

"Fight? What fight?" Kaisie asked, confused as she laced up her boots

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Lace challenged Punk to a fight after the show. She's totally going to kick his ass."

"Damn right" Lacey said as they fist bumped. Sliding the strap of her duffel bag onto her shoulder and grabbing her phone, she was set to go. "Kick LayCool's ass."

"Have a nice workout, boss." Kaisie said, giving her a salute

"Good luck!" Sky shouted

"Luck is for Loser." Lacey said, quoting her boyfriend

When the door shut, Sky turned to Kaisie.

"So who do you think is going to win?"

"Punk, for sure."

"I don't know. Something tells me Lacey has something up her sleeve. I think she's going to win this." Sky said truthfully. She admired her Pro for challenging Punk. Only she would be crazy enough to want to wrestle a guy.

"Want to put money on that?" the two-toned hair Diva asked

"You know how I love to take your money." Said Sky

"One hundred bucks says Punk wins it." Kaisie said, putting her hand out to the other woman

"Deal" Sky said, shaking it.


Lacey wiped her face and neck on her small towel, pulling the key from the treadmill. After running for thirty minutes, she moved to the punching bag. Sliding on her gloves, she shuffled through her IPod for something more upbeat. She jumped up and down to get hyped up and let the music take over, hitting the bag with a jabs, uppercuts, and a series of kicks. Meanwhile, back at the arena, Punk had just showered and got dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a plain white shirt before preparing himself for his second match of the night


"Are you sure you want to do this?" Maryse called towards the closed bathroom door

"For the third time, yes." Lacey shouted "You know he only said I wasn't scary because I'm a girl. I need him to know that just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I can't kick his ass."

"But he could crush you!" the blonde said

"I'm a Hardy. I'm a lot tougher than I look." She said, coming out of the bathroom

"Did you have to get dressed up for the occasion?" Ryse asked

Lacey had decided to break in her new ring gear. She wore a pink and black camouflage halter top with a matching mini skirt. Her long legs were clad in black fishnet stockings and she wore knee length furry black boots. If the outfit didn't knock Punk off his feet, then she would simply do it herself. Her phone vibrated on the bed and she retrieved it. Speak of the devil.

Ready when you are, cupcake

She typed a quick reply

In a rush to get your ass handed to you, I see

His reply came instantly

Cheeky. Get your cute ass down here before I call your forfeit

You are not going to win that easily. My cute ass is on its way

She tossed her phone back onto the bed "Let's do this." She muttered to Maryse


Lacey could not believe how many of her co-workers showed up at the hotel gym after the show. They parted out of her way as she made her way to the training ring, cheering. Someone even played her theme music. The cords to Three Days Grace's "Riot" played loudly. She high-fived Sky and Kaisie as she went up the stairs of the ring where Punk was already waiting, holding the robes open for her

"Aw babe, you didn't have to get dressed up for me." He said as she slid through the ropes. He took her hand, giving her a twirl so he could look at her from every angle

"Don't flatter yourself, Phillip. I wanted to look good while I kick your ass."

John slid into the ring

"You ready to get started?" he asked. John took it upon himself to be referee for the match.

"As I'll ever be." She said "Even though I didn't know we would have an audience"

"I might have told a few people… or ten." Said John

Punk rolled his eyes at the Boston native. "Let's get this started." Was all he said

"Okay, to your respective corners" said John, rubbing his hands together before turning to the crowd "Alright!" he yelled for their attention. They quieted down "This match is scheduled for one fall! To my right, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds from Chicago, Illinois, CM PUNK!"

There was an equal amount of cheers and boos

"And to my left, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds from Cameron, North Carolina, LACEY HARDY!" John yelled

Once again the crowd cheered and booed and I could tell this was a room divided

"Give 'em hell, Lace!" she heard Jeff call

"Okay, I want a clean fight." John said sternly "Shake hands."

Punk stuck his hand out and Lacey met him halfway. When Punk went to pull away, Lacey pulled him back. He turned back to her confused

"When I win, you have to let the whole Randy thing go."

"Fine." He said, letting her hand go

"Ring the bell!" John called to Sky, who obliged

"Come on then big guy" Lacey taunted, circling him. He just threw her one of his signature smirks, crouching down to her level.

"I'll give you the first shot…go on" he teased, pointing to his cheek as he tilted his head towards her.

Lacey just laughed. "You'd better take this seriously, or you're gonna end up on your back" she smiled.

He waggled his eyebrows at her and she caught him off-guard, wrapping her arms around his waist and taking his legs out from under him. The crowd cheered in surprise. She pulled his arms behind his back and locked them behind her knees, pulling his head back in a modified camel clutch.

John got down beside them, checking on Punk.

Underneath her, she could feel the muscles in his back, tense. He was holding back. She knew how strong he was, there was no comparison. If he wanted out of this hold, he could reverse it in a second.

"Stop playing games Punk, I can take it" she whispered playfully, releasing the hold and aiming a well-placed kick to the center of his back. He pulled himself back to a vertical base and they locked up. She knew he hadn't listened when she managed to get him in a headlock. She performed a textbook swinging neckbreaker, covering him for the pin. He kicked out at one and a half and she slapped the mat in frustration. He wasn't taking it seriously. He was toying with her, letting her dominate. She knew just how to push his buttons. Let's see how funny it was now…

Pulling him to his feet, she caught him by total surprise, dropping him on his head in a vicious DDT. He hit the mat a little harder than expected and groaned, rubbing his head and neck. She just smiled knowingly. Suddenly his expression shifted into determination. Now THAT was more like it.

He moved quickly, picking her up and performing a scoop slam. Now this was where his advantage was…he could easily lift her, the other way around? Not so much.

With the breath knocked out of her, he kicked her in the side gently, a cocky smile on his face.

"Shall I finish this off?" he asked the room. A mix of jeers and clapping followed the statement and he wrinkled his nose in playful aggression. He dragged her to her feet, whipping her into the corner with the strength he'd been holding back for most of the match. She hit the corner, sagging against the turnbuckle. He ran at her, his knee connecting with her chin before he span around and turned it into his signature running bulldog. She hit the ground, groggy.

He looked out into the crowd of people, bringing his hands to his ear in his favorite taunt. "Time to go to sleep" he shouted, pulling her up and onto his shoulders in a smooth and easy movement. He smirked, taking his time. After all, she was half his size, what could she do?

He audibly gasped as she wriggled free, slipping off his shoulders and nailing him with the most incredible super kick out of absolutely no where.

He hit the mat, stars dancing before his eyes. Lacey wasted no time, launching herself into a standing moonsault and landing it perfectly. All the air was driven from his lungs and he clutched his midsection.

The noise was deafening now, everyone more than into this match. Her eyes met the turnbuckle and she knew what she had to do. Making sure Punk still lay prone on the mat below, she made the long climb to the top rope. With a knowing smile, she outstretched her arm, pointing to Jeff. He winked and she bent her knees, propelling herself into what everyone recognized immediately as the Swanton.

Adding insult to injury, she swung a leg over his damaged ribs to match his ego and straddled his chest. His shoulders were down and John dropped to the mat, his palm slapping the canvas once, twice…

It was over. She beat him.

Punk stared up at her in awe as John raised her hand in victory. She went to the turnbuckle to celebrate her win with the crowd and when she jumped down, he stood waiting, applauding her. She gave him that all too knowing smirk and held out her hand and he accepted her good sportsmanship. She pulled him into a hug

"Want to give them a show?" she asked, a naughty glint in her eye

His replied with a smirk of his own as his hands slithered downward to her curvy waist. One hand inched lower and roughly grabbed her thigh while the other held her firmly as he dipped her gracefully. The atmosphere immediately changed in the room as cheers turned into whistles and cat calls as his lips crashed down on hers for a kiss. Their tongues tangoed briefly before John decided he's seen enough from the couple

"Who knew getting your ass kicked by a girl would be a turn-on for you." John chuckled

Punk gave him the finger in reply, not breaking the kiss. When they finally came up for air, he raised her hand to the crowd, giving her another twirl to get another look at her. He stepped in between the ropes, holding them open for her as she climbed through and helped her jump down from the apron. The crowd cheered them all the way out and congratulated her on her win, poking fun at him for losing to a girl, but he took in all in stride

"You know I want my rematch, right?"

"Any time, anywhere, Care Bear." she said. shooting him a sly grin as they exited the gym


Randy watched them as they left, hand in hand, a permanent scowl on his face. The whole match had been a joke and he wasn't sure why he came in the first place. All he managed to do was piss himself off even more. He had heard that Lacey and Punk were put out with each other and had hoped that she would find him sometime before the night was over with, but he had foolishly gotten his hoped up

"Quiet the couple they make." he heard from over his shoulder. He turned around and found Adam standing behind him. He grunted in response

"You know, when she told me she was seeing him, I thought it was a joke. Girls like her don't fall for guys like him." Adam said with a laugh

"And what kind of guy should she fall for Copeland? Guys like you?" Randy sneered, annoyed by the smile that stretched across the blonde's face at the question.

"Maybe."

"You wouldn't be able to handle her. She has a sex drive that's insatiable. She's have you crying like a bitch when she jumps to the next guy."

"Is that what happened to you?" Adam asked, his smile not wavering as The Viper shot him a death glare, before turning his attention back to the retreating couple. "Trust me" he said, patting Randy on the shoulder, ignoring the way he shrugged him off "I could handle her just fine. And I will... when the time is right." With that, the Canadian walked away, leaving Randy dumbfounded at his eerily cryptic words. He turned towards the door, in desperate need for a drink.


The elevator stopped on Punk's floor and they stepped out of the steamy box, not breaking the heated kiss as they stumbled to his room. Lacey's back hit the door as Punk struggled to pull his room key out of his pocket, too distracted by his girlfriend's roaming hands. When he finally got the door open, he bent down and hooked his arms around Lacey's legs, effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder, causing her to squeal

"I want my rematch now" he said, smacking her on the ass as he carried her to the bedroom


Ta Daaaaa! So what do you think? Glad that Lacey and Phil have stopped fighting FINALLY? Looks to me like Randy isn't the only one waiting in the wing for Lacey. Adam seems to have something up his sleeve. What is he planning? A BIG thank you to xLifeFullOfLaughterx for her help in this chapter! She is beyond AWESOME. Go check out her CM Punk story "What Lies Beneath"! I promise you will not be disappointed. If you want to see Lacey's new ring gear follow the link below!

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Until next time :)