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*Sunday 1st April 2012*

I don't know why the hell I'm up this early. I think it's around 3.30am and I'm wondering around the hotel in a Hoodie and a pair of shorts. I would say it's the nerves that's keeping me awake but it's not, I don't really nerves at the moment but I know I will later on in the day. Well I'm awake so I might as well do something productive with my time so I decided to wonder down to the hotel restaurant and get a coffee and head to the gym. There was nobody insight as I brought a coffee from a very tired, middle aged, sagging lady who just groaned when I said thank you. Rude. Anyway, I asked at the reception if the gym could be opened so I could use it, but they told me a few people were in there so it was opened. Maybe a few others were nervous or something for Wrestlemania. I quickly brought water at a vending machine with my additional coffee before I entered the room which sounded nearly silent except for a couple of weights clanging and machines running. I spotted John Cena on a running machine, poor man, he's had so much crap about Wrestlemania and the rock, and I heard he's even been having trouble at home with his wife Liz because he's not been at home so much and all of the pressure. I'm surprised that he hasn't exploded yet! He noticed me and waved, so I waved back and went back to looking for something to go on. I walked into a separate room and put on some boxing gloves and started punching the bag that was hanging from the ceiling. It was hard to not get motivated without music but I can survive with my thoughts.

I must have been doing it for about 15 minutes when I heard the gym door open and Phil walked into the gym. This was my one chance to talk to him, even if I said I wouldn't, I really missed him and needed to speak to him, I can't stop thinking about him when I should really be thinking about my TLC match. I placed the gloves on the floor and walked into the room, were Cena now lifting weights. Just before I could reach Phil though, a shadow had stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

"Oh, you have got to be shitting me."

"Rowan your British humour is always so funny. How have you been? Excited for our match later?"

"I have told you once and I will tell you again, I am not helping you out against Punk. Now quite blackmailing me too." I tried to walk away but he gripped my arm, causing me to wince from the pain that was shooting down my arm. He leaned close and whispered in my ear "Stop acting like a little brat and come with me outside. Before we start a scene in front of you dearly beloved."

I sighed knowing I would have to go with him anyway and turned around and headed towards the door but before I stepped out I took one last look at Phil before walking out and turning around, getting ready to punch Chris right in the face. "You've got me out here; pissed as hell this early in the morning, now what do you want?"

"Take a chill pill doll. But seriously, who they hell do you think you are, with that little statement you made in there, about you not going to help me? Of course you're going to help me you little bitch. I'm going to lead Punk to drink and you have a key part in this plan so stop moaning and get on in life. I'm sure there are other people you can be friends with. Maybe, even little Punk may forgive you, one day but I don't see that happening, we both now how stubborn that bastard can be."

"Stop calling him a bastard, because he's not! He may be the legal definition of it but not in the terms you're using it so please just…shut the fuck up. Do you know what, I can't even think straight at this hour so I'm leaving you to think what ever sick thoughts are floating in there and im going to maybe catch a few hours sleep before I have to face your ghastly look later." I barged past him but turned back around to add "oh and if you talk to me again before your match, your balls will be coming out of you eyes. Goodnight or good morning." And with that I walked away leaving him standing there being an ungrateful shit as usual.

I wish I could say that I had got some more sleep, but thanks to that coffee, I didn't. I led in bed for an additional 4 hours until it was 8am. Then grabbed something to eat and tried to avoid talking with anyone. I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone or socialize with them; I really needed to just concentrate on my match with the Diva's of Doom and worry about other things, afterwards. That was if I was still walking, I knew this match was going to be tuff. Everyone was heading to the arena at around lunchtime so I headed there an hour earlier so I could get ready on my own without any interruptions. I got there at about 11ish and quickly found my changing room and got into my ring gear but put my custom made Hoodie over the top. I walked to the gym with my head phones in and my hood up, hoping no one would disturb me.

I think all my co-workers have arrived because everyone started running around the place and the atmosphere had become more electric. Maybe I should go and speak to Hunter, I mean, his match was going to be so epic with Undertaker and Shawn Michaels as the guest referee, all in a steel cage, I don't know how those guys still do it, after all these years. They are such inspirations. I spotted him, getting out of his privately driven car and ran over to him.

"Hey Hunter!"

"Rowan! Hey gurl, wow, someone's eager to fight." He pointed to my ring gear. I smirked and shook my head.

"No not eager, just excited and got here early so I could get an early work out. There's been a lot on my mind and I need to just concentrate on my match."

"Still no luck with Punk then?" I shook my head and looked at the floor. The tears started to show in my eyes and I tried to hold them back but the fact that hunter was now pulling me into a hug didn't help so I just let the fall. A few whimpers escaped from my mouth whilst hunter tried to comfort me and stroked my back.

"Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, you've been building this up for a while haven't you." I nodded my head into his chest. "Come on honey, let's go to my office, I think Stephanie's around here somewhere, maybe you can talk to her? I'm not really good at all this falling in love business." I laughed a little and whipped the tears from my eyes and took a couple of deeps breathe.

"No its ok, I shouldn't be keeping you anyway with you big match coming up. Say hey to Stephanie and the kids for me! And good luck!"

"You sure honey? Well ok and thanks. Good luck with yours! I'll make sure everyone's cheering for you, but make sure you don't tell Beth and Natalya." He gave me a wink before giving me one last hug and walking away, leaving me to compose myself and turned around to see a coach just arriving filled with WWE wrestlers. I sat on the top of a crate and plugged my headphones back in and waited to see who was on the bus. Stephen, April, Bryan, Kofi and Ron were the first off and then Phil stepped off with a big grin on his face. God I've missed that smile of his. He glanced over to me, and he actually smiled AT me, I mean right AT me. I smiled back before noticing two more people getting off of the bus. The female out of the two noticed me and screamed; I screamed too and fell off the crate I was sat on. My heart was racing as I sprinted over to Amelia who was also running towards me and wrapped her in the biggest hug imaginable. It had been a couple of months since I saw her last; I can't believe she's here!

"Wait a second, Rowan, have you been crying?" I looked at her and smiled.

"Does that really matter? What the hell are you doing here?

"Um, don't you mean what are we doing here?"

"Sorry Scott." I gave him a big hug and kissed his cheek. "What are you two doing here? I thought you were both in Japan?"

"Well we couldn't miss out, one of the biggest moments in our best friends lives could we? No way am I missing out the moment when you beat those two stupid blonde fuc-. Oh hey you two, we were just speaking about you."

The Diva's of Doom were the last to step off of the bus and had caught Amelia mid sentence on her rant. Beth Smirked towards Natalya, who was looking at me with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Look what we have here Natalya. Its dumb-asses little friend. If I were you, I'd be saying your goodbyes to her now because we are both going to beat her to shreds." The anger was slowly boiling inside me, how dare she make me look like crap in front of my friends.

"Well you're NOT me. So shut your god damn, fucking pie hole. Oh and you as well." She glanced towards Natalya. "What are you? Her shadow? Flipping hell you two are such annoying brats I don't know how you survive in each others company, I'm surprised you haven't beaten each other up yet but good thinking though leaving that job for Rowan for your match later. You may be smarter then you look but that's not likely. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to talk with my friend without anymore interruptions from skunks like you. Bye." Everyone who was doing anything in the room we were in had stopped and listen to Amelia's outburst and stood there gobsmacked, including me, I never knew she had it in her to have a go at anyone. She grabbed my arm and dragged me off down a corridor.

"Oh my GOD Amelia that was hilar…Are you ok?" Scott and Phil were closely behind us whilst Amelia looked liked she was going to explode. Her face was flushed red, her hands were in tight clenches so her knuckles were turning white and was pacing furiously back and forth down the corridor. Scott walked up to her and whispered something to her, which she nodded to and took a couple of deeps breaths before turning to me.

"Rowan, I am very sorry for that outburst out there. I just don't like the way they talk to you and I needed to say something."

"Amelia, it's completely fine, they've had that coming for quite a while now so you did me a favour."

Phil stepped forward and spoke "So guys are you coming to my locker room then? I'm not leaving you in the canteen. I think it's just up here." He started walking back down the way we came and stopped at a door before entering it. Scott followed and so did Amelia but I didn't. Of course he didn't want me to go, we haven't spoken for weeks, and I guess this was just his way of getting rid of me. My heart sank a little at that thought and I turned around to walk back to my locker room.

"Um Rowan, my locker rooms this way." I turned and looked towards the raven haired man.

"I thought you didn't want to know me? Isn't this just your way of getting rid of me?"

"What? No! Rowan listen". Phil walked over to me and grabbed my hands. "What I said before, at the swimming pool, I didn't mean a word of it. I know you've been stressed with the match and my stress levels were quite high as well so that didn't help. Ever since you walked away from me that day, I just wanted to tell you that I didn't mean a word of it and that I was … sorry. I would of said it earlier I just didn't know how to say it." I smiled at him and I felt that spark beginning to return.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said those things. I didn't mean them it was just a lot was happening and I let it out on you. Friends?"

"Friends." We hugged and I instantly felt so much happier and so very pumped and ready for my fight later. We walked into his locker room and all four of us had a huge catch up on our lives.

"Ow Rowan that's too tight."

"Sorry, sorry." I untapped Phil's left hand and then re-wrapped it, making sure it wasn't too tight. "Happy now?"

"Yes thank you, could you do the X's as well."

"A please would be nice Phillip." He winced at the use of his full name.

"Fine. Please will you write the X's on my wrists."

"Yes Phil I will." I wrote the marks on and stood up, whilst stretching. Wrestlemania had started about half an hour ago and Sheamus had already won his match. What a piss take of a match. 18 seconds. Bloody hell. Oh well, at least Stephen won but I know he'll be boasting a lot about it. Phil was going to go and warm up now and was saying bye to us all because he needed to get into 'the zone' and didn't want any distractions. The door opened and Amelia and Scott walked in.

"All ready then Punk?"

"Yeah man. I guess this is goodbye Colt. I'll miss you buddy."

"Oh man, do you have to go?" They both had the most dramatic hug ever and me and Amelia just looked at each other and then rolled our eyes.

"Oh my god you two. You're so dramatic." They broke apart and started laughing. Amelia then stepped forward and gave Phil a hug.

"Ok Bro that's enough touching of my girl ok." Colt jokingly pushed Phil off of Amelia and stood protectingly in front of her.

"Sorry, I didn't no there was a time limit." Finally it was my turn to wish him luck. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist and I put mine around his neck. I really didn't want to let go.

"Good luck Phil." I kissed his cheek and released the hug.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to come and see you before your match to make sure you haven't got too lost with out me." I smacked his arm jokingly and he winked at me. "Anyway, luck's for losers." And with that, he left us three standing there and to wait anxiously for his match.

*3rd person*

The count down had begun. 30…29…28…Chris Jericho had just left the Gorilla and was walking down the ramp in front of hundreds of thousands of people in the stadium and all over the world. Punk jumped around on the spot trying to forget about the crowd and the huge adrenaline kick he was getting and before he knew it 'Break the walls' had stopped booming throughout the stadium and it was his time to show and prove he was 'The Best in the World'.

Amelia and Scott were sat on the coach, in Punk's room watching the screen with eager eyes as 'The Cult of Personality' started to play and the Voice of the Voiceless stepped out with his WWE championship belt around his waist. Rowan was watching it too in Punk's room but her match was after his so she was doing a few push ups, trying to warm up.

"Wait, wait, wait, Punk. PUNK! Stop the music! I have something to say!" The whole stadium was either confused or booing at Y2J as he ruined the younger man's entrance. The three friends eyes were all glued to the television. Rowan however went back to doing some crunches because she knew that Jericho was probably only going to mention about Phil's family to get him whined up.

Punk stood at the top of the ramp looking towards Chris looking annoyed and confused.

"Now punk. We all know about you father who was an alcoholic. About your sister and her drugs habits. And well…you know what about your mother but there's still one more person we need to talk about." Punk thought of anyone else that Chris could blackmail him about but he couldn't think of anyone.

"Well this clip should help you out on figuring out who it is." The whole WWE universe, everyone in the back, the audience, and people at home all stared at the screen waiting for this clip. Everyone except Rowan who wasn't even paying attention to a thing that was happening. However she soon snapped out of her day dream when her face popped up on the screen. Well a very young her anyway. A montage of clips of Rowan and Phil had been put together. But the clips were specific things, such as glances that they could give to each other when the others back was turned, flirting, little quotes and with them put together, it made them look like they were both madly in love with each other but that last clip was what stood out the most. Someone was filming Rowan and Jericho sat at a bench in the middle of a park.

"Why do you like him so much? His father's an alcoholic, his sister's a drug addict and he goes around, thinking he's better then everybody else, bragging about his straight edge life when drinking and drug use runs in his family. He's destined to do it."

"Well, unlike you, I know Punk. I've known him for so long and am great friends with his family and yes, I knew about his father and sister and they've over come their obstacles and fought their demons."

"That still doesn't answer my question though. Why do you like him so much?"

"Why should I tell you? You're the one, forcing me to work against him."

"I have my reasons-"

"No you don't! You're just pissed because you've actually got worthy competition that will beat you. You don't see Punk, black mailing any of your friends. He's better then you at everything he does and you just can't face the facts." Chris laughed and looked at Rowan with disbelief.

"Really?-"

"Oh shut up your not Mike."

"Would you quite cutting into what I have to say. No matter what happens, you WILL help me beat that stupid wanna be. You're going to crush his heart and ruin his career. Do you really want me to tell him your feelings?"

Everyone, everything just stood still. One person in the crowd shouted "I knew it!" Chris stood looking at the expression being pulled by Punk which could only be explained like he's seen a ghost, his mouth was wide open and he had a blank expression on his face. Amelia and Scott looked at each other before looking towards Rowan who was sat on the floor looking at the floor in front of her, tears brimming in her eyes. That's it. It's over. Phil had finally found out her feelings and he wasn't going to talk to her ever again. Back on stage Chris was ready to speak again.

"How does it feel now huh Punk? To know that the friend you've known for 10 plus years, travelled around the world with, had loved you. Loved you with all her stupid little heart and you've been too arrogant to notice it." Punk took one glare towards Chris before storming off stage.

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