AJ woke up the next morning in Punks bed, no memory of how she got there, enjoying the warmth of the puffy covers and plumped pillows. He wasn't anywhere in sight, his side of the bed was cold and she couldn't hear him in the shower across the hall. She figured he put her to bed after she fell asleep on the couch with him.

She enjoyed waking up in his bed, not only was it comfortable and extremely relaxing, but she felt like it was where she was meant to be waking up. She sat up, taking a pair of shorts and t-shirt from the drawer he had cleared out for her, having a few clothing items for the nights she did stay over.

She walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, taking each step carefully, finally reaching the bottom and making her way through to the kitchen where she could hear what sounded like a juicer or food processor.

She stood at the door watching as he poured some disgusting green drink into a glass, standing with a pair of sweat pants loose around his waist, no t-shirt, just his colouful chest, bare and naked for her eyes to lust at.

"Morning." AJ smiled, watching him turn around with a smile.

"Morning." He replied, "Bert went out this morning, got you your favourite." Punk pointed over to the cup of coffee and brown paper bag sitting on the counter.

"I hope he doesn't think he has to do that every morning." AJ laughed, appreciating Punks personal driver going out each morning to get her breakfast, since there was nothing she was fond of eating in Punks cupboards and kitchen.

"He doesn't have anything else to do." Punk said as AJ walked over to the stool under the breakfast bar, pulling it out and digging inside the brown paper bag, spotting the paper he had foolishly left on the table, "Oh my god..." AJ's voice hitched as Punk turned around, watching her reach for the paper.

"No... no." Punk grabbed the paper from her, "You don't have to read that." He told her.

"Phil, give me the paper." AJ demanded as Punk frowned, handing it back to her as she stared at the front cover, absoloutely horrified. She was on the front page of the newspaper, lying cold on the ground, while another picture of Punk in mid punch sided with her, "I'm... I'm an editor for this paper... this could affect my job, Phil." AJ looked up at him with fear.

"It won't. You fainted and they jumped for a story. None of it was your fault." Punk assured her.

"But... I edit for this paper. How can I continue editing my own interviews when I've been put on the other side of the camera." AJ looked up at him as he sighed, taking the paper from her and throwing it in the trash.

"You aren't going to get into trouble." Punk said, "I promise." He kissed her head as AJ sighed, leaning in against his chest.

Later that day...

AJ had gone to work, terrified when walking into the offices, watching everyone stare at her as she headed to her office, finding Kaitlyn hunched over her desk, her head on her keyboard, a cup of coffee roasting beside her.

"Kaitlyn." AJ tapped her friend as Kaitlyn shot her head up quickly.

"What? What?" Kaitlyn mumbled, looking to AJ and smiling, "Hey." She said, "What's wrong with you?" She asked.

"Me? What's wrong with you? You look like you're still wasted." AJ rolled her eyes.

"I probably still am." Kaitlyn laughed to herself, "I had myself some fun last night. Where did you go?" She asked.

"I went home." AJ said, "You seemed to have gotten on well with Seth last night." AJ winked to Kaitlyn who smiled to herself.

"Let's just say... Phil isn't the only boxer with a good tongue." Kaitlyn spun around on her chair as AJ gasped.

"Shut up." AJ shook her head with a smile, "How did you even..." AJ paused when she seen her boss aproach her, watching Kaitlyn turn around, getting back to work as AJ swallowed loudly, looking up at her boss with fear.

"My office." Her boss said as AJ nodded, standing up and following him around to his office, listening to him shut the door behind them when she stepped into his office, "Take a seat, Miss Mendez." Her boss said as she timidly sat down across from his desk, watching him take his seat, lifting the paper up to her, immediately turning away from the image of her fainted body in the front page of the public newspaper.

"Care to explain?" Her boss asked as she ran her hands through her hair.

"I was in the night club, I went to get some air and they all just attacked me. I fainted and they must have continued to take pictures. That's all there is to it." AJ said truthfully.

"And what is a girl like you doing in a night club like that? I didn't know you liked boxing." Her boss raised his eyebrows to her, "It seemed like you had a little friend coming to rescue you." Her boss said, looking at the picture of Punk, up close, his fist in the midst of clocking one of the camera men.

"He's my boyfriend." AJ mumbled.

"April..." Her boss shook his head, putting the paper down with disappointment, "You're one of my best journalists, one of my best editors... but this is outragious. One of my workers, on the front page of the newspaper. I... I can't continue to have you edit for me." Her boss shook his head.

"Oh, no." AJ pleaded, "Please."

"I'm sorry, April." He shook his head, "I'm going to have to let you go."

With Punk...

Punk got into the gym when he left AJ to go to work, walking through the facility with his bag over his shoulder, watching everyone stare at him, noticing Dean and Seth in the corner, both practically sleeping whilst standing up, making his way towards them and dropping his bag.

"What's with everyone today?" Punk asked them as Dean turned to Punk.

"The paper. That's what." Dean said, "Mendoza's going to kill you." He said.

"Yeah, what you doing punching the press? You know they would have got a story out of it." Seth shook his head.

"I was making sure AJ was ok. They kept taking pictures of her when I was trying to make sure she was ok. What did you want me to do?" Punk said, watching Dean and Seth suddenly looked beyond him, causing him to turn round and spot his boss staring at him with anger.

"Get outside." Gilberto said, "Now." He pointed to the door as Punk turned back to Dean and Seth who were sniggering, nevertheless, making his way through the facility, following Mendoza outside.

"Don't give me an earful. It wasn't my fault." Punk said as Gilberto folded his arms.

"Do you have any idea how bad this makes me look? What do I always tell you, Phil?"

"Keep the violence for the ring." Punk nodded, "I know, but she's my girl, I'm not going to let them take pictures of her all night while she's passed out. She's traumatised. She isn't used to all of this." Punk said.

"Then maybe she shouldn't be with you." Gilberto spat, "If I find out that she is the reason behind all this strange behaviour from you recently, I'll pay her to leave you if I have to." Gilberto said, "You aren't going to like this..."

"Like what?" Punk threw his hands up in the air.

"Your fight, in a few months, the one booked with Remen." Gilberto said, probably one of Punks toughest fights yet. Michael Remen wasn't just a walking, breathing machine, but he was the champion, and he was good at trash talking, striking and practically killing his opponents in the ring. But Punk wasn't scared. He would be ready for Remen.

"What about it?" Punk shook his head.

"I have to suspend you for seven months." Gilberto said, "The fight is going to someone else." He said as Punks nostrils flaired.

"You're kidding me." Punk said, "I earned that fight. I've bet every single guy in that locker room, why are you... why are you suspending me?" Punk shook his head.

"I could do a whole lot worse. The man you punched, he's sueing you, which means he's sueing me. Which means you've dragged me down with you in this mess, so I'm suspending you. Seven months, no competing, no income." Gilberto said as Punk put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

"This is ridiculous." Punk spat, "Fucking ridiculous."

"Well maybe if you weren't so busy chacing skirt we wouldn't be in this situation." Gilberto said.

"She wasn't just some chick from the club. She's my girlfriend. What did you expect me to do? Leave her to get bombarded with those fuckers and their cameras?" Punk shook his head, "You're going to regret this." Punk pointed to his boss. He couldn't believe his fight with Remen had been banished. He was so ready for him, so ready to be champion, this was absoloutely ridiculous.

"I expected you to act professional like you normally do. Ever since you've had your head stuck between her tits you've been on a different planet." Mendoza said as Punk grunted his way.

"I'm still the same fighter." Punk shook his head, "You know that."

"It's your own fault, Phil." Gilberto said, "Just deal with it."

"That means, I won't have a fight until a year, by the time I get back in seven months, I get training and prepared for a fight. You're really going to keep your box office, number one guy that everyone tunes in to watch and come see off screen because of a lousey newspaper headline." Punk shook his head.

"I don't want to do it. But the rules are the rules. And if the board found out I was letting you off I would get into trouble." Gilberto said. He was upset that he had to suspend Punk, but it was his own fault.

"This is fucking bullshit." Punk said, kicking over the trash can at the front door to the training facility, watching all the trash fall out, "Fucking bullshit!" Punk yelled with a bad temper, agressively pulling the door opened to go back into the training facility.

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