A/N: I only own my OC
Punk and Daniel Bryan were once again going to having another champion vs. champion match.
"So Lauranitis is going to come down and interfere, trying to cost you the match. Then I just come out of nowhere and smack him?" Ally asked, she and Punk had already run through it dozens of times.
"I keep on telling you, just run down there and smack the shit outta him. He's going to go after you and I'll get distracted, then Daniel will pick up the win. Then you come in the ring to check on me."
"I'm just nervous I'll screw it up."
"You wont, and really a lot of this stuff you just gotta go with your instincts." Punk grinned and kissed her cheek just as his music hit. He hurried out to make his entrance.
Ally watched the match from a monitor backstage by the gorilla position. John Laurinitis walked by her, in full character; ready to go interrupt the match. He gave Ally his creepy smile.
"Ally. Good luck out there." John rasped and extended his hand.
She nodded and shook his hand, cringing when he walked away.
Ally glanced at the stagehand who was signaling for her to go down to the ring. Ally took a deep breath before walking swiftly down the ramp. Butterfly's stormed through her stomach as she walked. Some of the fans by the ramp looked at her curiously.
Much to her surprise she saw John go after Punk and she felt some anger boil inside of her. She knew everything was planned out, but still.
Walking up to John, she grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn and face her and she smacked him swiftly.
John retaliated by going after Ally, first grabbing onto her wrist, then smacking her back. He pushed Ally sending her landing on her butt and knocking her head against the barricades. Fans hands reached out to pat the new girls shoulder. Booing directed at John filled the air.
Punk noticing the activity at ringside, leaned over the ropes yelling at John. Punk looked to Ally, worried that John may have actually hurt her.
Ally looked at him and winked and she pretended to struggle getting to her feet.
"Hey! Clown shoes!"
John came over to stand just outside the ring. The two men exchanged some harsh words.
"What the fuck do you think your doing putting your hands on her?"
"She smacked me!" John defended, rubbing his cheek.
Before Punk had a chance to retaliate Daniel Bryan was on him.
Seconds later the bell rung and Daniel Bryan was announced as the winner.
John slithered his way over to where Ally was pretending to struggle getting up. He bent down and offered Ally a hand. Ally retaliated by kicking him right in the shin with her pointed heel. He glared at her, but thought better of trying anything else.
Ally waited for Daniel to make his exit from the ring before she entered it. Who was jumping all over the place and eventually moved out to hop up on the barricades.
Ally slid into the ring, kneeling at Punks side. Murmurs of confusion and curiosity about who this girl was ran through the crowd.
"Punk! Are you ok?" Ally whispered, genuine concern showing through.
"I'm ok," Punk replied and worked his way to his feet.
Punk stood up and embraced Ally in a hug. Glancing down at her wrapped securely in his arms he couldn't resist the urge. He kissed her, it was short but sweet. Cat calls resounded through the arena. Retrieving his belt he hopped up on the turnbuckle proudly displaying his WWE Championship, despite the fact he'd lost. The fans cheered their approval of him.
Jumping down, he helped Ally through the ropes, he hopped out of the ring and put an arm around Ally as the pair exited.
"You did fine. Exactly like we rehearsed it." Punk assured Ally as they headed backstage after the match. Ally was on a little bit of an adrenaline rush.
"You really think so? We weren't supposed to kiss."
"They'll get over it," Punk said not at all concerned he'd done something that wasn't scripted.
"Ally! Good job out there. The kiss was a nice touch." Paul said, seemingly popping up out of nowhere.
"Uh thanks."
"Showing the whole world who my girl is." Punk added looking pointedly at Paul.
Paul looked uncomfortable but nodded his head in agreement.
Ally was still uncomfortable around Paul, although he did seem to want to redeem himself. Punk threw a glare in Paul's direction and the pair went off to his locker room.
"So what'd you think of it?" Punk asked as he sat on a bench and started to remove his boots.
"I was pretty freaked at first, coming down there and everything. But I actually got pissed at Laurinitis and it came easily to slap him." Ally said with a chuckle.
"Yeah he makes it easy to wanna slap him and mean it." Punk agreed laughing.
"I'm actually kinda excited about next week," Ally admitted with a small smile.
"Yeah, its addictive going out there. Whether they boo you or cheer you, its really exhilarating."
"Isn't it hard getting booed? You got booed at constantly during your SES days."
"Its not so bad, or at least not to me. I was a heel, my job was to make them hate me; and they did."
"And now they love you." Ally finished.
"Yeah, they hated me so much then and now they all cheer me. Its pretty cool."
"Your SES days, were you really as strict as you claimed to be?" Ally asked remembering the adamant character that condemned you for drinking or doing drugs.
"You know I don't drink smoke do drugs or have random sex. I don't really care if other people do though. Straight edge is who I am, I know a lot of people that tried. Some of them didn't have the will power and determination to commit."
Ally silently agreed on that one. She drank, although very rarely.
