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Following the Wade Vs. John backstage brawl, I immediately left the building. I didn't even take the time to change out of my gear. I just grabbed my bag and left. The look the cab driver who picked me up gave me was priceless. I couldn't really blame him, I looked ridiculously slutty out of the context of professional wrestling. I tried to hold back my tears the entire cab ride. I couldn't believe my night. It had started out so full of promise. I'm a finalist in the search for a new general manager! It was amazing. Some how after I crossed behind that curtain, my night had completely exploded into chaos. I can't believe that things had gotten so hectic that John and Wade had come to physical blows. The whole thing is a mess.

After what felt like the longest cab ride of my life, I pulled up at the hotel. My heels clicked on the lobby floor as I made my way back up to my room. I threw open my door and laid down on my bed. I erupted into sobs in the solitude of my room. I rarely cried by when I did, I never let people see. But tonight I had no idea what to do. I heard my phone buzzing in my gear bag. I picked it up and looked at the screen, it was John Cena. I let it ring. He left a message.

"Nicolette…its John. I know you are upset…I just want to, I need to talk to you. I'm on my way to the hotel. I'll be at your room shortly…."

I threw my phone on the bed. I wasn't ready to talk to John, let alone see him. I needed to get out of here. I quickly changed into a pair of my skinny jeans and a cami. I began throwing all my things into bags as quickly as possible. Once everything was shoved into some sort of bag, I threw my things on a baggage cart and went to check out. I had just finished the check out process at the service desk in the lobby when my phone began to ring again. I looked to see who it was. It was CM Punk.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Where do you think you are going?" He asked

"How did you-" I turned to see Punk a few feet from the front door of the hotel. I shook my head. I hung up the phone and he walked over to me.

"Where are you going?" He asked me again.

"I'm switching hotels. I don't want to talk to any of the boys tonight. I just don't want to be bothered," I said sadly.

"Don't leave…" he said softly, his hazel eyes looked almost worried.

"Well I sure as hell can't stay here, Punk…If I stay in that room, the boys will try to come and talk to me. So I have to go."

"How about you stay with me for the night? Nobody knows we are friends and if we hurry, nobody will see you come up to my room."

"Well I-"

"Great! Problem solved," He said with a laugh.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm going!" I insisted, crossing my arms.

"No, you aren't!" He used his strong arms to lift me over his shoulder and he began pushing my baggage cart towards the elevator. I laughed uncontrollably.

"Okay! Okay! I'll go willingly!"

"Good! You were getting heavy!" He joked, putting me down.

"Hey!" I said with mock offense. We walked hurriedly to his room laughing.

Once inside, we both plopped onto the bed.

"So how are you holding up with everything?" He asked tentatively. I took a big long breath.

"I'll live…I'm just mortified. Two grown men acting like children…" I said shaking my head.

"I hurried back as soon as I heard what happened. When Zack Ryder told me I thought it was a joke…I mean I knew the two of them didn't like each other, but damn."

"Well what exactly did you hear?" I asked him curiously.

"I heard that Barrett was defending your honor in a way…that John was being pretty harsh towards you…" He said slowly.

"Yeah, that's basically what happened. Unfortunately now everybody knows my business," I huffed.

"I know the feeling. I'm not exactly a stranger to backstage drama. It'll pass."

"Not soon enough!" I whined.

"Fine, I'll punch somebody out next week so they will forget about this little incident…" I giggled.

"My hero!" I mocked. "Hopefully I get to be the general manager…then if somebody pisses me off, I can thoroughly punish them…" I said sinisterly.

"Evil dictator general manager…a part of me likes it. You'd literally and figuratively be cracking the whip," he mused. I smiled.

"I would be such a bad ass GM. Hopefully the board makes the right choice. I won't be able to deal with Vickie as GM…Booker T maybe…" I trailed off.

"You'll get it, I'm absolutely sure of it! Now I think we need to focus less on the ridiculousness of the 'men' you have in your life and more on how we are the best in the world!" I giggled.

"We do have big egos, don't we?"

"That we do, with good reason. Honestly. I think it would be great if you were the general manager but it might not make you happy," he said honestly.

"What? Why would you think, I wouldn't be happy?"

"It's just that when you are in the ring, you are like a fish in water. You are a fucking natural out there. You get this look on your face that just makes you look so happy. If you were to be Gm, you wouldn't get much wrestling in and I don't know if you would be satisfied with anything less than wrestling every week. You are like me, you live to leave it all out there in the ring. As long as I'm physically able to compete on the level I want to, I will. I think you are in the same category…." He said seriously. I grin crossed my face.

"You know, I find it weird that you seem to know me so well when we hardly know each other at all," I said amused.

"I told you that night in the gym, I never click that way with anybody. But you, you are cut from the same cloth I am."

"I guess so…So if I don't get general manager, you think I should go balls to the wall in the ring?" I joked.

"Absolutely. Just set a goal and go for it. You have the talent to do it afterall. So what do you want?"

"As much as I'd like your title, I guess I'd rather be friends with you than steal it…." He chuckled.

"Naturally…."

"But in all seriousness, I want the Intercontinental Championship, more specifically, I want to take it from Cody Rhodes…" I said determined. Punk nodded.

"Now that, I'd just love to see. It would take him down a peg or two, that's for sure."

"That's the plan. Once I get that one down, I'm coming for ya Punk!" I said with giggle.

"That would be quite a vicious match up Ms. Sparks. Plus, imagine how pissed Cena would get at the thought of that. You know that he sees the WWE championship as his even when it isn't. He's an egotistical ass!" He quipped. He looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry I said that. I shouldn't have. He's your boyfriend and all. I should just keep my mouth shut about it…" He rambled.

"No, it's fine. It wasn't exactly fictitious. It's actually kind of refreshing to have somebody just be completely honest and just tell it like it is. I'm sick of people pussyfooting around things. As much as I love Randy and Wade, they tend to watch what they say to me. They are just so afraid I'll fly off the handle or be so upset or irritated that I'll go to the ranch…." He looked at me puzzled. I immediately regretted that comment about the ranch, nobody knew about the ranch.

"The ranch?" He asked me curiously. "I thought you lived in Tampa?"

"I do. I just own more than one property, like I own a ranch in San Antonio…"

"That's awesome, but why would they be afraid you'd go to the ranch.?" I looked at him and stayed quiet for a moment. I was debating being honest. I decided I could trust him enough to open up.

"Its essentially my getaway. I go there when I need a break from the real world. Wade hates it because I don't allow any people to go there including him. Not a single person from my daily life knows where it is even and I go off the grid. I literally don't take my phone anywhere there. I leave it in my room and return calls and texts whenever I see fit, which isn't often. I love it there…"

"Well I could see how that would bother him. But everybody has their way of escaping the real world…yours just includes actually escaping."

"Yeah, I guess you are right. I'll make sure to say that to Wade next time he gets all snippy about my excursions."

"He would love that almost as much as he loves me!" He said with mock enthusiasm.

"Almost! You know he'd probably like you more if you hadn't stolen The Nexus from him!" I chided.

"That was two years ago! He's fine. I'm not exactly poking needles into a voodoo doll of Randy and he punted The New Nexus' heads in!" He shot back.

"Touché…the men of my life are just full of drama aren't ya?" I giggled.

"Well you sure do pick them temper prone and egotistical!"

"I never thought about it like that before, but yeah, there are definite similarities," I teased.

We talked and talked and soon enough it was nearly 4am.

"Holy shit! How did it get so late?"

"Well for two night owls like ourselves, its still kind of early," he joked.

"Should we get to bed?" I asked.

"Probably. I mean, I look normal when I have bags under my eyes, but I have a feeling you won't." I pretended to fake offense.

"What? I can rock just about anything. Besides, I have an amazing under eye cream that makes me look well rested. Thank goodness for the magic of cosmetics!" I said with a chuckle.

"You ladies and your makeup. I look good regardless," he quipped.

"Uh huh, sure ya do sweetheart," I shot back at him. He grinned.

"Fine, smart ass. You can change first."

I jumped off the bed and grabbed pajamas from my suitcase. I emerged wearing my black pajama shorts and a batman tank top. I walked out to see an already changed Punk, wearing just a pair of athletic shorts and a white t-shirt.

"Nice pajamas, Nicki! Rockin' the Batman."

"Thank you, thank you," I said bowing to an imaginary audience and applause.

"Get your ass into bed, missy. I need my beauty sleep!"

I smiled and jumped onto the bed. We both crawled into the hotel bed. It didn't feel weird or awkward. We were content in each other's company. As I lay in the darkness, I couldn't help but be amused at my situation. Never in a million years did I think my salvation at a time like this would come in the form of CM Punk.

Sorry it took forever to update! I got super busy!

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