Monday Night Raw

Punk hadn't been in his dressing room for a week and for some reason the whole backstage process felt alien to him. He unlocked the door and walked in, being greeted by the same things he usually was. His dressing room was pretty small, but big enough for what he needed. It had a table, with two chairs, a double locker for him to store all his personal belongings and a mini fridge, where he kept his all-important 'muscle milk' and pepsi for after the show.

He put his small travel bag down in front of the table, heading straight to the fridge to get a can of pepsi; there were still a few hours before the show was to begin. He sat down at the table and took his iPhone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts to try and find AJ Lee. Eventually, his finger hovered over her name, he wasn't sure whether to text her or not. He put the can of pepsi down, freeing his other hand, and began to compose a message. This was not going to be easy.

AJ had just entered herself, being dropped off by a taxi. She'd spent the last few nights at a nearby hotel, and hadn't contacted anyone the entire time. She briskly walked down the corridor and into the Divas locker room, where inside she was greeted by Kaitlyn, whom she hadn't seen for a while.

Both Divas stood across from each other for a while, making all important eye contact. At once they both opened their mouths and said,

"I'm sorry!"

AJ ran and jumped on Kaitlyn, as she was must stronger than herself. Kaitlyn picked AJ up and swung her around, both of them giggling with happiness. Kaitlyn returned AJ to her feet and they did their signature 'Chickbusters' hand shake.

"Oh AJ I'm sorry I was such a bitch."

"I'm sorry I slapped you."

They hugged each other once again, when AJ felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She ignored it, and continued to hug Kaitlyn. When they broke free from each other, AJ had forgotten all about the vibrating of her phone and was trying to explain to Kaitlyn, in as few words as possible, what had happened to her over the past few days.

"Wait, let me get this straight. Punk kissed you!?"

AJ nodded, biting her lip intently.

"Oh my gosh girl! Did you kiss him back? I mean, we all know the kind of guy CM Punk is, and if he chooses you as the one, you don't let a guy like that slip away!"

AJ felt her eyes get a little puffy as they filled with tears. What Kaitlyn said made sense, and she'd done the total opposite. She sat down at the dressing table, hid her face in her hands and cried.

"Oh AJ, I'm sure it's not too late!" Kaitlyn comforted.

AJ let the tears roll off of her eyelashes and into her hands. She sniffed a little, trying to stop herself from crying any more. Her phone was vibrating from her back pocket again, this time she remembered and whipped it out in front of her.

1 Message – CM Punk

Hey AJ, I'm in my dressing room, come meet me. We have things to talk about.

Without saying a word, AJ held her phone up to show Kaitlyn the message, to which her eyes lit up.

"AJ you have to go down there!"

AJ looked up at Kaitlyn hopelessly. She knew tonight was the night she was supposed to go see Daniel, not Punk. She got up and used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes. As she took one deep breath she tucked her phone back safely into her pocket and headed for the locker room door.

"Good luck!" Kaitlyn called out after her exit.

AJ walked down corridors several corridors, in the opposite direction of Punk's dressing room. She'd promised Daniel she'd go sort things out with him first, so he had the upper hand, she just hoped things didn't go badly.

As she turned the final corner, heading in the direction of the training room, she could see Daniel standing in the corridor. She backed away and began to breathe slowly, getting ready to approach him. She tucked her soft brown locks behind her ears, and wiped away a final teardrop resting on her eyelid.

"Daniel," she called out.

Daniel Bryan looked up at AJ, his face showing no emotion. He was neither happy, nor sad to see her.

"Well, you decided to turn up this time then."

AJ gulped hard. She could feel herself going in for a fight, she just didn't know if she'd come out a winner.

"Daniel, I'm so sorry about the other night." She reached out her hand to touch his face, but he pushed her away.

"Oh AJ, you never learn do you, you always keep coming back for more, well I'm done with you." He stepped towards her, his breath tickling her face.

"When will you ever understand, I…don't…want…you…anymore." He said, poking her between each word. His fingers dug right into her chest bones, her head bouncing back each time he did it. She wasn't afraid of him, but he was certainly stronger. She couldn't back down now. She opened her mouth to speak again.

Punk was still staring at his phone, but after finally realising he wouldn't get a reply from AJ, he remembered what Kofi had told him, and he wasn't going to let her get away. If she wouldn't come to him, he'd have to go to her.

He picked up his bag and put it inside the locker, closing it behind him as he left the dressing room. He walked at a fast pace, all the way to the Diva's locker room and knocked on the door three times, quietly enough not to startle them, but loud enough to be heard.

Layla answered, "Oh, hi Punk! What can I do for you?"

"Have you seen AJ, is she in there?"

Layla looked puzzled, hadn't Kaitlyn told her AJ was heading to see Punk?

"Umm, no she isn't but let me ask the girls, one second."

Layla took her head back inside the room, and Punk could hear a lot of whispering. Eventually, Layla reappeared.

"Well, Kaitlyn said that AJ was heading towards you, she did get your text so she thought that's where she was going."

Punk swallowed. AJ had read his message, and chose to avoid him. Something was up.

Without even thanking Layla, or saying goodbye, Punk left the doorway and headed down the corridors, his steps being hard and powerful. As he approached the last few corners on the way to the training room, he could hear a lot of shouting, and what sounded like AJ.

"AJ, I know you got my text so why did you-"

Punk stopped mid-sentence. As he turned the corridor, what he saw before him filled him with instant rage.

Daniel Bryan lowered his hand away from AJ, leaving a scarlet mark across her cheek. AJ covered the mark, and her breath was taken away. Never before had Daniel hit her, they may have argued, but he would never raise a finger to her. She turned to look down the corridor, jumping out of the way as she saw Punk heading towards them, running.

Punk had his fist clenched and ran at Daniel Bryan, knocking them both into a stack of chairs further down the corridor. He picked himself up, and grabbed Daniel Bryan's arm, dragging him to his feet.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" Punk shouted, so loud it echoed down the hall.

He began to hit Daniel, square in the jaw, trying to inflict as much pain as he could. Daniel managed to scramble out the way after the third punch, causing Punk to land his fist straight into the second stack of chairs, splitting open his knuckles.

As Daniel hobbled down the corridor further, Punk landed on his back, taking them both down to the floor. He started to smash Daniel's head against the industrial carpet, only for Daniel to reverse it, and send Punk shooting straight into the crashed mountain of steel chairs. Punk gritted his teeth, building up adrenaline in his body, and threw himself up, and began chasing Daniel around the corner and into the training room.

Daniel disappeared straight out of the other room and out the back door, into the parking lot. He'd come to a dead end, he had to turn and face a raging Punk.

Stumbling not far behind, Punk came face to face with Bryan, and they began trading blows. Daniel's main tactic was to aim for Punk's gut, hoping to see him double over so he could kick him to the kerb, but Punk took Daniel by surprise, and connected a round house kick to the side of Daniel's face, knocking him to the stone ground. Punk got on top of him, raising his fist once more,

"If I ever fucking see you touch her again, I'll-"

Punk felt someone's hands clench around his throat. His fist dropped as if he'd lost control of his arm. He was then lifted, and thrown into a pile of shipping crates, followed by a tumbling stack of metal entrance poles falling around him , one managing to fall directly across his stomach. Punk yelped in pain, begging mercy, his eyes now tight shut.

"Or you'll what Punk? Oh wait, you can't do anything now. You asshole, just you wait, I'll avenge you and become the new Champ, you're not safe now, and neither is your little girlfriend."

Punk could see the light return through his eyelids, posing that the mysterious enemy had left. He lay there, flinching from the pain, wondering if someone would come and help him.

AJ burst through the door, her eyes darting all ways, desperately searching for him. He wasn't on the floor, or further out the back. She could feel her heart in her throat, it was beating so fast. She began to tremble with fear, constantly looking back to see if anyone was behind her. She began to pant uncontrollably, feeling her chest get tighter and tighter.

"PUNK! PUNK!" She screamed out several times, her voice cracking at the end. She began to whimper as she didn't get a reply.

"Oh my god PUNK WHERE ARE YOU?"

This time she heard an outcry, from the far corner. She ran as fast as she could, her little legs wobbling as they tried to carry her body at an unnatural speed. As she got closer, she began to feel salty tears rolling down her cheeks, faster and faster.

There she saw him, helpless and trapped. He just lay there, not moving as it look like it hurt to breathe. She could only see his head and shoulders, and one of his arms. The rest of his body was covered by broken crates, and bits of sharp metal. She began to cry more vigorously, her tears dripping off her chin.

"Punk, oh my god, I'll help you Punk, don't worry, I'll help you."

She began to lift the metal first, the sharp edges dug into her palms, but she didn't have time to care. It took a lot of energy and power for her to throw them to the side, but the quicker she did it, the easier she found it. She was trying desperately to control her emotions, but getting no response from Punk was getting her more worked up. She had caused this. It was her fault.

After most of the metal was gone, she began to lift the wood, and throw it to the side. As more of Punk's body became visible, she could see how bruised and battered he was. One of his fists was pouring with blood, his knuckles purple. His t-shirt was stuck to a shard of metal, and as she pulled it away, it ripped off his torso, exposing a long, deep slice down his side. She whimpered at the sight of his bruised body, his tattoos now being in competition for brightest colour.

She managed to free the area around him, enough to help him out. She grabbed one of his arms, and thrust it around her neck, kissing his cheek as she did it.

"It's okay Punk, I'm here. It's AJ."

He opened his eyes slightly, and turned his head to face her. Half smiling, with one black eye he looked into her hazel eyes, which now looked bloodshot and glasslike.

Seeing tears roll down her cheeks he blinked slowly, returning to shoot a loving look from his emerald eyes into hers,

"AJ, I love you."

Hope that was okay for you guys! How dramatic!

Next installment tomorrow, find out what happens next! Thank you for your reviews :)