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The Miscellaneous Adventures of a Rebel Girl

The Rebel Life Part I

(3rd Person POV)

April 1st, 2012

The glamour, the hype, and the complete and total mental breakdowns, Jo had heard Punk talking about earlier that week thinking it was an exaggeration were finally coming to life. The most precious day in the entire pro wrestling universe had arrived. WrestleMania had finally come!

Wrestlers and crew ran around the Miami arena getting last minute touches down before the show started at four that afternoon. Divas were already having meltdowns about their outfits for that evening. While the wrestlers were trying to get one last amped up push before facing their adversary that evening in a bout that would be history making.

But there was one person missing from the mass chaos that had ensued in the arena.

"JOANNA!" yelled an irritated Colt Cabana at the top of his lungs causing a few pigeons outside the hotel window to fly out of the trees in shock at the loudness of his voice.

"Five more minutes, Colt. Jensen almost proposed to me." Jo muttered sleepily yanking the comforter closer to her body and cuddling with a pillow more than she needed to.

Colt sighed in frustration, at this rate they were never going to make it to the arena on time. Colt had been left to watch the teen under strict orders from Punk and Zack, who had to do some promotional stuff, get ready for their matches, and somehow manage to prepare for tonight after the show as well. So the task of keeping watch of Jo had fallen on him.

"Kid," He muttered giving her another nudge on the shoulder, "Aren't you forgetting what today is? It's a big deal, you know? Come on, Jo, you can't sleep all day otherwise you're going to miss WrestleMania!"

At that instance Jo's eyes snapped open and she sat up faster than the Dead Man.

"Colt, why didn't you say so sooner!" exclaimed Jo as she practically jumped out of bed, grabbing a t-shirt, jeans, and a towel heading for the shower, "Give me like half an hour and then we can head to the arena."

As soon as Colt heard the water flick on and Jo's contented singing coming from the shower, he flicked on the television to some cheesy comedy show about two girls living in New York trying to make money by selling cupcakes to people.

He only watched the show half-heartedly as his thoughts drifted elsewhere. They turned to that evening thinking about how he, Zack, and Punk were going to pull their plan off without any problems. But they would have the help of the other wrestlers as well as the divas. Hopefully, Jericho wouldn't pull any last minute mind games with Punk to try and screw everything up. But that prayer of his probably would fall on deaf ears if he knew their luck. He just wanted Joanna to be happy.

It was hard to believe five months ago, that Punk had found her in a crate outside of the arena with Zack and D-Bry when he was still acting normal. Jo had come home to Chicago with Punk and found Colt and knocked him in the face with a frying pan. Colt smirked at the memory of Jo wielding the pan and looking completely innocent as Punk walked in with a confused look on his face finding him on the floor.

Jo and Colt's friendship had grown incredibly since then. It wasn't only his friendship that had grown, Zack's had as well. Zack had gone from partying superstar to protective brother faster than Colt would have thought he would. The rookie would give his arm and leg to her if Jo needed them. Like that first night on Raw when she ran to the ring to save Zack, Colt knew there was something special in this teen, something that he father Wade Barrett had failed to see.

The one person who hadn't failed at seeing it though was CM Punk. Even though to most of the WWE, he was a lovable jerk, he and Jo had such a similar personality it was no wonder the teen was taken under his wing. He had really become the father she never had. Punk had grown some much from having her around and vice versa for Jo.

With those thoughts, Colt couldn't wait for that evening to commence so they could ask her to join their family. It would be wonderful and now she would always know that they wanted her to be a part of their lives. They would always be there for her, for the rest of her life. Through the good, the bad, the heartbreaks, the struggles, the triumphs, the achievements, everything, they were going to be a family.

"AHHH, WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS USED UP THE HOT WATER?!" shrieked Jo from the bathroom.

Colt cracked a smile shaking his head.

They were even going to be there for the complete and totally lucid stabs of pure anger that would come with having a hormonal teenage girl in the apartment.

"It was Zack!" called Colt turning back to the television with a grin on his face. What Zack didn't know wasn't going to hurt him, right? Plus it saved him from one of Jo's lectures about how you need to conserve water for others to use properly. Zack could handle hearing it again.

"OH HE IS SO GOING TO GET IT!" yelled Jo in a rage that was somewhat familiar with her lecture voice.

Colt only rolled his eyes turning up the television and letting his mind wander once more.

He really couldn't wait for that evening to come, even if he would have to share the apartment with a hormonal teenage girl in the near future.

(XXXX)

Chris Jericho was not a happy man.

He had only a few hours to figure out a plan to get the WWE Championship from CM Punk and he had jack squat on how to do that. All he knew was that none of his mind games had worked on 'Mr. Best in the World.' They had exploded back in his face because Punk had already dealt with the blows that life had dealt him. Even his surprise sneak attacks had blown up in his face.

But there was a undetermined factor in all his plans. He hadn't thought a freaking teenager would screw his quest to once again be the WWE Champion up. That was not in his agenda. He had tried everything to get rid of the little wretch that was plaguing the scene, but each time he had tried to get her away from them she had come back stronger and fiercer and more loyal to her beloved wrestlers.

He could have sworn when he put that hit out on the little slut that Barrett would take care of his ignorant daughter. Although, that back fired in his face with the kid escaping while Barrett ripped him a new about how you do not harm a hair on his daughter unless you wanted to die. Jericho had heard tales of him beating the child senseless on the day of her birth each year. Barrett had growled his rage at Jericho over this and told him that he wanted nothing more to do with him after that.

Jericho had been continent with that. He didn't need the Brit to help him get the WWE Championship, but there was one thing standing before him and the gold other than Punk now. Joanna Davis.

But soon she would no longer be plaguing him with her petty existence. She would be gone before Punk could even count to three. He was just angry he hadn't thought of this plan sooner.

As Jericho walked through the corridor, he ground his teeth and narrowed his eyes at the individual who was waiting for him at the rendezvous point that he had required them to meet at.

"Here it is," said the man yanking out a tape recording player device, "It has the tape in it that you requested as well, sir."

"Good," Jericho smirked taking the device into his own hands and hitting the play button.

"Are you kidding? Joanna Davis was just a charity case so I just took her in and used it to enhance my star power with the media. It's not like I actually cared about her."

Jericho grinned evilly hitting the stop button on the device.

"This is perfect it sounds just like him, the little wrench won't even know what hit her when she hears this. She'll be out of the arena and not looking back before the show even starts." Jericho cackled evilly. It looked like he didn't even need Barrett after all.

"How much do I owe you Daniel?" questioned the blonde wrestler.

"Consider it a gift, Jericho. But if your plan fails, I want nothing to with this, got it?" questioned Bryan as he pulled his hoody over his head and began to stalk off in the other direction to get ready for his own match with Sheamus.

"Trust me, it won't fail." Jericho said with a smirk as he cradled the recorder device in his arms and walked off in the opposite direction. "By the end of the evening, I'll be the WWE Champion and Joanna Davis won't be anywhere near the WWE any longer!"

Jericho walked back down the corridor disappearing into the busy overcrowded hallway with a gentle smirk on his face and mischief dancing in his eyes. But what Bryan and Jericho hadn't known was that there had been someone else there with them the entire time too.

"That WWE Championship is staying around the waist of its rightful owner, Mr. Jericho. And Miss Davis will be staying right where she belongs, I'll see to that." A shadow in the darkness said before disappearing leaving an empty corridor behind.

(XXXX)

"Come on Colt," said Jo idly taping her foot while standing outside of their rental car in the parking complex right next to the arena. "At the rate you're going I'm going to be twenty five before we get to the arena."

Colt sighed at the teen. It had been a long day and he had to drag the girl all over kingdom come to make sure that Zack and Punk got what they needed to do get done. Punk so owed him for what he had done with Jo that day.

Jo had said she could handle getting ready by herself for WrestleMania because none of the divas were there to help her with her hair and make-up since they were all at the arena. Punk had asked her to stand in his corner for the evening so she wanted to look just stunning, but she had had so much trouble with everything. The first time she came out of the bathroom Colt had burst into hysterics while the second time he tried to tell her she looked like a raccoon and by the third time he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. That was when Colt had realized she needed help.

He thanked his stars for the years that his mother had been working and had to do his sisters make-up and hair for school functions. Jo really wasn't that different from that. She would be family sooner rather than later anyway. As Colt dried her tears and calmed her, he set to work on her hair and eventually got to her make-up.

By the time he was done, she looked beautiful. With a nod of thanks she went to fetch her shoes and dress to be ready for her appearance on the Grandest Stage of them all.

She had refused to let Colt see the entire ensemble until show time and with a huff of annoyance he had driven them to the parking lot outside of the arena headed for Punk's locker room. But he just had to grab something from the car before they could go in.

Punk had requested they get her something special for this evening; it was a beautiful diamond necklace with the shapes of lilies all over it. It had been designed especially for Jo, by him, Punk, and Zack. It was a stunning gift hidden in a velvet box under the corsage that Jo was supposed to where to the after party. The WWE Champion wanted to give her the necklace at the arena and then the corsage along with the rest of the plan that the other two and he had worked out for the after party.

He popped open the necklace's box to see that it was still there. Smiling as he sat the velvet box down on the car seat while grabbing his jacket and shoving the box in his pocket did someone come up behind him. Colt didn't see the person until it was too late and he was on the ground unconscious.

"Colt, are you coming or are you going to make a girl go in all by herself?" questioned Jo as she rounded the car to find the man in question lying unconscious on the asphalt before her with someone standing over the body. Jo immediately dropped to Colt's side to make sure he was breathing and he had a pulse, which he did.

Jo glared at the villain in front of her, not afraid to attack the guy if she had to. The three wrestlers had made a point in training her in the modern art of defending yourself.

"Listen buddy, I don't know what you want, but you picked the wrong chick to mess with this evening." Jo growled at the bandit as she began to advance in her sleek black pumps. Jo launched herself at the assaulter and grabbed him by the shirt starting to claw at him.

The assaulter tried to escape the girl's clutches, but each time he tried he wound up right back where he started screaming for someone to help him because this crazy chick was attacking him.

"Joanna!" shouted a voice breaking the Rebel Angel from attacking her prey further. "What happened out here?"

Jo looked up to find that the voice belonged to none other than Chris Jericho, who was looking at her with her head cocked to one side in confusion.

"Jericho, I don't have time for your crap right now," muttered Jo as Jericho grabbed her wrist pointing to the poor man who was now unconscious on the ground from Jo's defensive that he hadn't been expecting. "Whoa, I did that?"

"That you did kid," Jericho said examining the teen, "You alright, you look a little shaken up?"

Jo shrugged it off whipping the sweat off her brow before eyeing Jericho wearily.

"Why are you out here being so nice to me?" Jo asked in confusion looking her almost father's adversary cautiously backing away. "Did you at least call security to help Colt and report this guy?"

Jericho smiled sympathetically at the girl before taking her into his arms in a very sorrow filled gesture.

"I wanted to show you something, kid." Jericho said as he yanked out the tape recording device. "I overheard Punk talking to the others in the locker room and I knew you wouldn't believe me if I just told you. I figured you had to hear it yourself otherwise you'd never believe it."

"What the heck are you talking about Jericho?" questioned Jo confused.

"Just listen okay, kid." Jericho said innocently, "I'm sorry for what your about to hear."

"Who told you all this family shit, Cena?" laughed a voice that sounded blatantly like Punk's came through the speaker causing Jo to be even more intrigued by what Jericho was presenting her. "Are you kidding? Joanna Davis was just a charity case so I just took her in and used it to enhance my star power with the media. It's not like I actually cared about her.

"She was just a right place, right kind of time thing. It's not like after WrestleMania I'm going to keep her around or maybe I will she could always be my maid or something. I could totally pay her to do that. It's not like anyone around here really likes her. It's all a charade.

"Zack was just using her to entice the younger audience of his to watch his YouTube Channel by promising them dates with her. She was just a ploy to up his ratings which worked. He never looked at her as a person just some girl he could use for his own benefit.

"I don't know what Cabana's deal was with her. He might have been the only one that actually cared about her, but it was so fake you could see right throw him except she was too stupid to see it.

"Oh well, after 'Mania she's out of here and we can all get on with our lives. Not like she actually belonged here or had a family here or something." With that the voice cut off leaving only scratchy noises being played in the background.

Jo stood there for a second before the tears started to pour down her face. She thought she had found somewhere where she felt wanted and had a family, but all this time it was just a horrible game to advance the social hierarchy in pro wrestling for some stupid wrestlers she thought were her friends.

"I'm sorry, kid, so many people today can be fake," Jericho said breaking out of her rut seeing the tears flooding her face and the make-up smearing across it. "I thought you should know before they left you on the street tonight. I'm so sorry, Joanna."

Jo swiped at her tears and nodded, not saying a weird to Jericho as she threw the dress she was hanging onto at the ground, taking off running out of the parking lot angry and upset about what had just happened.

She swore she was never coming back to the WWE ever again. This whole situation had been trouble from beginning to end. If she had been smart she would have just ran away to the English countryside instead of coming to America and winding up in this mess in the first place. She should have known better than to get herself excited thinking that maybe she had found a home. Every nice thing those wrestlers had done had just been a plot to advance their careers.

Joanna ran away from the arena not stopping to not look behind her knowing if she looked back she would see what could have been and now knowing it would never happen broke her heart more than her father ever could have when she was with him. No one could fix this one for her because the people who could were not her family; they were just manipulators that only cared about their ranks in society.

As Jo tried to run further, she collapsed onto the ground crying letting the tears hit the sidewalk knowing that this was the life she was meant to live. Never knowing what a real family was like, always almost getting there only to be shown it was all lies and deception.

Jo didn't know what to do now, all she knew was that she had a ton of tears to cry out. And that was exactly what she was going to do.

Cry.

(XXXX)

Jericho smirked at his handy work watching the teenager run off out of the arena with tears streaming down her face knowing she would not be coming back. Maybe if he was lucky she would head back to Daddy dearest in jolly old England that evening even.

Now nothing stood in his way of the WWE Championship. When news of Jo's runaway broke to Punk, he would have a complete meltdown. Jericho's odds at winning the WWE Championship would go up tenfold. He could almost guarantee that there would be a new champion by the end of the evening.

"Great job, Ziggler," Jericho chirped happily as the masked man groaned in pain on the ground beside the unconscious Colt Cabana. "You really sold getting the crap get beat out of you."

"That's because I really did get the crap beat out of me you idiot, by a freaking teenage girl!" hissed Ziggler as he withered in pain.

"Lose some, win some," Jericho shrugged plainly at the platinum blonde, "And we just won my friend, Joanna Davis won't be bugging anyone anytime soon in the WWE. I can't believe she actually fell for that recording of Punk's voice though. It was just me talking and Bryan dubbed it with Punk's voice. Who knew digital media was so amazing?"

Jericho twirled the little recorder device in his hand and smirked evilly content with everything that had happened. Now all he had to do was win the WWE Championship from Punk, which wouldn't be that hard without Punk's most prized possession in the corner. With Jo out of the picture, Punk on the verge of a mental breakdown because of the missing girl, which he would know about shortly, everything was about to go Jericho's way.

"How does Chris Jericho, WWE Champion sound?" asked the blonde to Ziggler, who moaned in response, "Personally, I like the ring to it."

With that Jericho walked away content with himself for his work that day, with a smug grin growing across his face. His thoughts happily placed on his title bout with Punk for that upcoming evening, knowing nothing could wrong now that the black haired, green eyed tramp was out of the way. Punk would surely lose it, making his soon to be victory that evening that much sweeter.

"Goodbye, Joanna Davis, hello WWE Championship!"

That! That! That! Rupert why in the name of Paul Heyman did you come up with this one… yay, I know I wanted a big finish too, but that was not what I meant… well I meant, okay I don't know what I meant, but… ugh, fine stupid plot bunny have it your way you can explain it to the readers.

Speaking of those readers, *waves at the lot of you* we only have two chapters left! Will Jo return to the WWE to help Punk keep the WWE Championship? Will she learn the truth that the guys never said that? Who is the mysterious stranger who is going to help our heroine? What's going to happen?... No, I'm not going to tell you, that would ruin the story, who do you people think I am?

Anyways let's do some shout-outs! We have a lot this week…

Shout-outs go to:

Story Alert: Swantongirly, AmandyLuv1995, Pinayprincesa, and ilynany

Favorite Story: BubbleGumFan123, AmandyLuv1995, and Pinayprincesa

Reviews: AmandyLuv1995, WhiteAsukaLover (hope you're feeling better and happy to include you! :)), louisiana-gal2, Sonib89, cheryl24 (you'll have to wait your turn for Punk, lol. But you can have him, remember sharing is caring! ;)), Pinayprincesa (oh goodness, thank you, thank you, thank you, *blushes* I'm so glad you love the story and thank you for the oodles of compliments, they really boosted my ego!), Palm tree, and MiniPunkette531 (oh goodness, I hope you didn't do anything illegal, I still need him for the story Punkette! Yay, my man RKO is back! Woot! :D)

Thank you also to all the readers out there! Don't be shy if you ever want to drop me a line just give me a PM or a review as most of the reviewers out there will tell you I don't bite!

Oh and here to provide you all with a public service announcement is caylendar on the proper etiquette of feeding the plot bunny. caylendar, I turn the floor over to you, dearie.

caylendar: It is important that you watch what you feed a plot bunny otherwise you'll have really bad writing. Plot bunnies like red vines, bananas, cereal, carrots, not whole but chopped up into pieces, some celery, but not a lot you don't want them to have bad plots. And that is it, remember to feed your bunny these and you will have success with your story. Now to turn it back over to cap!

Thank you caylendar, so with that my loves it's time for me to do my thing.

So until next time, listen to the thunder from the thunder storm that is coming and shaking the foundation of the house with the rumbling, go to your state fair to support agriculture, go see the new Spider Man movie with Andrew Garfield in it *swoons*, start to pack up your stuff for college, and feed Rupert the proper foods as specified by caylendar in her public service announcement with some reviews!

~always with much love ~L.

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