Author's note: I know I'm posting another chapter so soon after the last but I couldn't resist. I am giving myself a little break though, I'll start on Chapter 30 in a few days. Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming they are always welcome.
ROYAL RUMBLE!
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The first thing Georgie noticed was how warm she was. She felt snug and contented which was rare as of late due to the cramped and uncomfortable the bunk had been for her these last few weeks. It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she realised where she was and the night's events all came flooding back to her. Punk. Phil. She was lying on her side, her head lying softly on his shoulder, her mouth making contact with his hot skin. She shifted slightly and looked up to see Punk fast asleep and motionless. Despite the darkness she could see his dark lashes resting softly on his cheeks as he slept peacefully. She felt his chest expanding with slow breaths beneath her hands and it was then she felt his hand resting on her bare hip and their legs were entwined. She wondered how they ended up in this compromising position since the last memory she recalled since succumbing to sleep was both of them lying apart. Although bewildered by the fact that she was somewhat cuddling with him, she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed the intimacy and daren't moved. She tucked her head under his chin and slowly drifted off to the sound of his strong steady heart beat.


When Georgie woke again hours later she felt a sense discontent when she noticed she was in the bed alone. She ran her hand over Punk's side, noting that is was cold and he must have left awhile ago. She could see through the cracks of his bedroom door that it was now daylight which would explain Punk's absence, he never slept for long periods of time. She sat up and instantly fell back down groaning at the level of discomfort she was feeling. Her head was pounding and her eyes felt sensitive to the daylight. She ran her hand over the swollen lump above her forehead and winced at how tender it felt. She ran he tongue over her busted lip and cringed at the taste of the wound that had begun to scab over. She felt anxious about how her face looked, judging by how banged up she felt. The last thing she wanted was to look like a domestic violence victim. The thought of that gave her a sense of nausea in the pit of her stomach until she noticed something on the bedside table at the corner of her eye. Punk had left her a bottle of water and a packet of aspirin. She knew they were meant for her because being Straight Edge he didn't take any form of pain relief. She eagerly swallowed two painkillers hoping it would help her with her hangover and possible concussion.

She dragged herself out of Punk's bed and headed towards the living area in search for her handbag. Punk was nowhere to be seen and the bus was completely immobile. It was just gone 10am, and she suspected he had gone out. Pulling out her phone she sighed at the amount of activity that had been going on throughout the night. Several missed calls, text messages and voicemails from Stu, Nick, Hunter and to her horror Vince McMahon himself. She contemplated who to get in contact with first, and without reading any messages she called Stu. He picked up on the second ring.

'Georgie, where the hell are you?' He asked sounding relieved but somewhat impatient.

'I dunno. The bus has stopped though. We must be in Ottawa already.' She grumbled, really feeling the effects of the night before.

'Are you ok? I heard you took a punch.' Her fellow Brit asked in concern.

'I'm fine, just really tired.' She sighed, recoiling at the memory of the bar brawl. Her thoughts wondered to everyone she left behind and what she remembered about the others who got caught in the crossfire.

'Are you ok? What about everyone else? How are Nick and Zack? And Bryan?'

'They're fine. I don't think anyone was seriously hurt. Just sleep deprived and hungover probably.' His northern accent sounded exhausted.

'Where are you?' Georgie wondered as she idly stared out the window. Although the weather was dry, it looked very cold out there.

'Still in Toronto. We've been at the police station all night.' He groaned causing Georgie to sit up abruptly in disbelief.

'POLICE?! What happened?'

She recalled a couple of cop cars turning up, but the situation must have been serious to warrant a night at the police station. Her stomach dropped in dread as she listened to Stu continue.

'Cena, Mike and Nattie got arrested. They've all been released without charge after a long night of making statements and calling lawyers.'

'You're joking!' Georgie exclaimed.

She was in shock to lean the company golden boy, the Hollywood PR weapon and Total Diva's sweetheart had spent the night in the police cells of Toronto. This must be some horrible mix up she thought as she tired to visualise the scene she fled from last night.

'No. The coppers caught Cena with a chair in his hand, although he did just take it away from one of the blokes who was actually trying to hit him with it.'

'Jesus.' Georgie breathed trying to picture the scene in her head.

'And Mike got nicked cos he was effin' and blindin' to the arresting officer, basically being a gobshite.' Stu chuckled.

'Sounds about right.' She murmured before wondering how sweet angelic Natayla ended up in the prison cells.

'Wait… how the hell did Nattie get arrested?'

'She had some big bloke… built like a brick shit house by the way, up against the wall by his throat.'

'She did what?!' She choked in disbelief. Nattie was tough, sure but she'd never imagine her holding a giant up by his throat.

'Yeah he was being a twat to TJ, he started on him and Nattie just saw red.' He stated a matter of fact.

'Oh. What happened then?'

'We all followed them to the police station and made statements. It took all night but eventually they were released without charge after the manager of the bar brought in the CCTV footage showing it all and realised none of us were to blame.' He informed her and she could really hear the fatigue in his voice. She wondered if he'd got any sleep last night.

'What about the biker blokes?'

'They were all arrested on the spot anyway. As far I as know they're still at the police station. Except the one that punched you, he's in the hospital.' Stu spoke with a hint of anger in his rough voice.

'What?! Is it serious?' She asked vexed about the situation as she recalled with perfect clarity the moment that Punk brutally came to her rescue.

'Doubt it. By the looks of it he probably has a broken nose.'

'Yeah Punk really went for it.' She muttered visualising the frenzied Punk repeatedly pummelling the big brute in the face. Sensing her discomfort, Stu changed the subject.

'Vince is going nuts. Cena only just had his elbow op; this is the last thing he needs.'

'Is he ok?' Georgie asked in great concern for her friend as she only just remembered his condition. John had been written off TV for a few months to recover from his elbow surgery. He was supposed to be laying low and having physiotherapy in Tampa, but he got bored and flew out to Canada to travel with Nikki for a few days…. And have some down time with the boys.

'Yeah luckily he didn't hurt himself. He was bright and didn't resist arrest. Unlike smartarse Miz.'

She could hear the smile in his voice, and looked forward to hearing the details from the boys during the Smackdown tapings later. But in the meantime, there was still business to be taken careful.

'I better go, Stu. Vince and Hunter have been trying to call.'

'Ok kiddo, I'll see you later.' He spoke cheerfully for the first time during the phone call. She could hear Mike's laughter in the background and breathed a sigh of relief that all was ok.

'Bye Stu.' She whispered before hanging up.

She grumbled at the four missed calls from Hunter and thought it was best to get this out the way now rather than wait until later. After several rings he finally picked up.

'Georgie, I've been trying to ring you.' He spoke with concern rather than annoyance to the relief of the Brit.

'I'm sorry Hunter, I've been sleeping and I didn't hear my phone.' She muttered in a small voice.

'It's ok, I was just worried. I spoke to Punk earlier he told me you'd hit your head last night.' She frowned sensing the darkness in his voice. Seems like he was aware of more details of the incident than he was letting on.

'I'm fine, really.' She insisted but suspected it was fruitless if he'd been speaking to Punk. He was overly protective at best.

'Still, you should see the doctor when you get to the arena. You might be concussed.' He warned and she wasn't about to argue.

'Ok.'

'I gotta go and damage control over this PR disaster. The old man is having triplets over this!' Hunter joked about Vince making Georgie feel more at ease.

'I can imagine.'

'I'll see you tonight. Take care, ok?' He spoke softly.

'Thanks Hunter.'

As she hung up Punk walked through the bus door, and by the looks of it had been out running. He had his running shoes, baggy shorts and his plain grey t-shirt soaked in sweat. He took off his Beats, throwing them on the sofa and running his hands through his hair. It wasn't until he looked up and noticed her standing by the kitchen counter.

'How are you feeling?' He asked with sincerity, frowning at her bruised lip. Her injury looked so much worse in the harsh light of day.

'My head hurts, but I'm ok.' She shrugged.

She all too aware of his stare and flushing at the memory of their intimacy the night before. He slowly moved towards her, lightly brushing her hair off her forehead to observe the ugly bruise that was fully formed where she fell after getting punched. She shivered as she felt him gently stroking the bump that felt tender under his touch.

'Hmmm… You'll get it checked out by the doc tonight.'

'Do I have a choice in the matter?' She smirked trying to lighten the mood.

'Nope.' He responded flatly before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. She frowned at the tense atmosphere between the two and wanted to keep the conversation flowing.

'I just spoke to Hunter.' She said, carefully observing him as he swigged on the water.

'Yeah I called him earlier. He was worried.'

'Did you hear about the others?' She asked, finally able to get a smile out of him.

'You mean the three criminals?' He chuckled lightly.

'They've been released without charged.' She reminded him, smiling at his dry humour.

'I'm sure Cena could pull off an orange jumpsuit. You know how much he loves his bright colours.' He winked causing Georgie to laugh out loud. John was often the butt of his jokes, but it was always in jest. After a pregnant pause she spoke with earnestness that caught his attention.

'Um Phil? Thanks. You know for taking care of me last night.' She said quietly, wrapping her arms around herself and waited his reply. His sucked his bottom lip in his mouth before answering with a smile that reached his green eyes.

'No problem, Dollface.'

'You put a guy in the hospital.' She whispered causing his expression to instantly darken at her remark.

'And I'm not apologising.' He snapped, turning his back on her and chucking the water back in the fridge.

'I never-'

'I'd do it again if I had to.' He spoke slowly with defiance, but refusing to look at her. Before she had a chance to protest he wordless stormed into his room, slamming the door in frustration. Her heart sank at what had just occurred, she didn't mean to offend him or come across ungrateful for what he did. He was right, he shouldn't have to apologise for what he did.

'Shit.' She muttered to herself, full of self loathing of potentially causing more friction just after they'd had a real breakthrough in their relationship.


Later on during the Smackdown taping Georgie was hanging out in catering with roster, reflecting the night before. Thankfully it had all transpired into a bit of a joke, no one was in trouble for their actions as the evidence proved that they all acted in self defence. Despite the dirt sheets finding out about the incident and the mug shots leaking out on the internet everyone was in good spirits, even Vince since he'd managed to turn the situation around by offering to pay for the damage in the bar. All in the name of good PR. As far as she was aware the perpetrators where released as the group decided not to press charges, despite the CCTV footage showing two of them attacking Nick. Thankfully no one was injured and the night's plans were not affected.

Punk hadn't really spoken to her much after their encounter in the morning, instead spending most of the day making PR appearances and catching up with Kofi and his wife. By the time Georgie had reached the arena the brawl had reached the whole locker room. She wondered over to the group smiling as Mike and John were telling the story to an audience of Big Show, R-Truth, Big E Langston along with Adam, Nick and Zack who were laughing along remembering the night before.

'So, I'm getting my mug shot and secretly thanking myself for wearing a suit cos in walks Cena in his bright green t-shirt.' Mike announced to his audience who were laughing along with him. Even John who had his head in his hands was laughing.

'Oh yeah, I forgot you were wearing that last night.' Adam chuckled as he recalled John in his attire.

'Why were you wearing your t-shirt, you're not even working?' Show asked the former champion who laughed off the ribbing he was getting.

'Nothing wrong with a bit of self promotion.' He shrugged, noting Georgie's presence by putting his arm around her and pulling her in for a half hug.

'Not that he needed any self promotion. The guy who took the mugs shots asked for his autograph for his son.' Mike quipped showing a hint of envy in his voice, earning more laughter from the crowd.

'Did you give him one?' Georgie asked looking up John who shrugged in embarrassment

'Yeah.'

'You're too nice John Boy.' The sarcastic sound of Punk's voice caused Georgie to turn, breaking contact with the bigger man. Her eyes met with her saviour's and relief washed over her as he looked at her warmly it appears that their earlier misunderstanding had been forgotten.

'Here comes Rocky.' Nick announced, nodding in the direction of Nattie who had just entered catering. Zack burst out laughing, whipping out his phone to play a song on the loudest setting. As the intro of Survivor's Eye of the Tiger began, the guys started clapping and laughing in unison causing Nattie to make her way over to the rowdy crowd. She stood raising her eyebrows in disapproval as Zack and Nick sang in unison.

'Rising up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet, just a man and his will to survive.'

'Why are they singing this?' Georgie asked out loud to no one in particular.

'Cos Nattie threw a few punches before she was caught choking that guy. She must have pummelled at least three of them.' Adam chuckled.

'It was four, actually.' Nattie corrected, trying to suppress her smile as the singing continued.

'It's the eye of the tiger; it's the thrill of the fight! Rising up to the challenge of our rival!'

The rest of the guys joined in except Punk who was looking straight at Georgie. She giggled with the crowd, but kept her eyes on the Straight Edge Superstar whose smirking had gone unnoticed by the others.

'And the last know survivor stalks his prey in the night. And he's watching us all with the eeeeeeeeeye…. Of the tiger!'

'Very funny, guys.' Nattie chuckled, taking Zack's phone off him and turning off the song much to the disappointment of the guys.

'Fun's over, kids. We've got a show to film.' Georgie looked up to see Hunter trying to hide his own amusement at the spectacle before him. He nodded his head to Georgie, giving her a warm smile before walking off with Adam to talk about his segment tonight. The crowd disbanded, Nattie walking off with Show and Big E whilst the others went in search for food leaving Georgie and Punk alone. After a moment of giving her a lingering look he opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by Paul Heyman calling him from the entrance of the canteen. He flashed the younger woman an apologetic smile before wordlessly walking off to greet his long time friend.


Sitting in the hallway waiting for Punk, Georgie chuckled as she Googled on her phone the mugs shots from the night before. Despite what had occurred Nattie still looked gorgeous as ever whilst Mike was flashing a Miz style arrogant smirk. It was John's expression that made her giggle the most. He looked confused, embarrassed and slightly apologetic. As she laughed away she felt a presence closing in on her in the corner of her eye. Clad in his all black ring gear with his dirty blonde hair all messy from his match, he stood feet away from her staring with ferocious intensity. She looked at him briefly before returning her gaze to her phone. She hadn't had an actual conversation with him in weeks and now was at a loss to actually say to him. She didn't need to think for conversation however, as he broke the silence first.

'So, it's true then.' He asked, his stormy blue eyes burning a hole through the Brit. He looked delicious as always, wearing a few days old stubble and the sweat glistening his sun kissed skin. Every time she saw him he'd built more muscle which made him appear even taller than his 6'4 frame. She squirmed on her seat, trying to disguise her obvious discomfort.

'Huh?'

'Ya been fightin' with men.' He growled narrowing his eyes at her. She gulped before giving her prolonged response.

'Wasn't exactly a fight. A fight would imply an equal exchange of violence.' She huffed causing his eyes to briefly flash in amusement.

'Care to elaborate, Sunshine?'

'I got punched in the face after making a hazardous attempt to spear a man who was about to bottle Punk.' She sighed, wincing at the memory.

'You speared someone?' He choked in disbelief.

'I tried. Don't tell your team mate Joe, I'll never live it down.' She muttered referring to Roman Reigns and his devastating spear. He leaned forward, softly tracing a lone finger on her busted lip causing her to hitch her breath in anticipation.

'Hmmm.' He grumbled, flaring his nostrils in ire as he gradually pulled away.

'It's fine, it looks worse than it actually is. The doctor says I don't have concussion.'

She insisted. He just stood there for several moments before finally speaking.

'Who did this?'

'It's over and done with, Jon.' Georgie told him softly but he wouldn't let it drop.

'Who hit ya?'

'Punk took care of it.' She spoke defiantly, raising her chin and staring straight in his troubled eyes.

'Punk took care of it?' He repeated questioningly, raising his eyebrows at her remark.

'That's right.' The voice of the man in question broke the tension between the former lovers. Jon slowly backed away from Georgie before giving the older man a nod in acknowledgement as he walked past.

'Punk.'

'Ambrose.' He responded flatly.

The both looked on after the Shield member until he disappeared out of sight and Punk turned to Georgie greeting her with a genuine smile.

'You ready to make a move, Dollface?'

'Yeah.' She responded, going to pick up the gym bag at his feet but Punk stopped her, throwing the bag over his shoulders.

'Don't be silly. I got this.'


It was the last day on the Straight Edge bus; the day of the Night of Champions PPV and Georgie couldn't help but feel a hint of sadness as she packed her stuff. She had a hotel room booked for that night and would be leaving straight from the arena. Although the bunk was uncomfortable and there wasn't enough room for her stuff, she knew that she would miss her late night chats with Kofi and her playful banter with Punk. Since the bar brawl incident Georgie and Punk had been getting on better than ever. They still bickered as always, but it felt more light hearted with an underline of flirtation. The days following the brawl he remained attentive to her injuries and had pretty much abolished the whole rule of Georgie being his PA. Although she hadn't slept in his bed since and they didn't discuss the night she did, there appeared to be a new unspoken understanding between them. Kofi nearly choked on his pancakes the first time he heard her call him Phil. Packing up the last of her stuff, she pottered round the bus collecting little bits and bobs that belonged to her.

'Have you seen my Persuasion?' She asked the guys; Kofi who was engrossed in his phone whilst Punk had his face in a comic book.

'Where's your what?' Punk asked uninterested, not even looking up from his comic.

'My Persuasion. My Jane Austen book.'

He looked up giving her a puzzled expression, having no idea what she was referring to. She huffed impatiently, standing with her hand on her hip as she continued.

'You know the book I always read? The book I was reading when we bumped into each other in WWE towers in Stamford.'

He pondered for a moment sniggering at the memory of that day, chewing his bottom lip deep in thought as she waited for a response.

'Oh. Oh I know, I moved it.' He shrugged returning to his comic.

'Where?'

'I put it in the bag with your chick flicks.' He yawned completely oblivious to her ire.

'You did what?!' She bellowed, ripping the comic from his hands causing him to jump from his seat in disbelief.

'What's your problem?' He yelped in disbelief perplexed by her behaviour, his voice raising a few octaves.

'I chucked that bag!' She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air, but Punk wasn't backing down.

'Well you should have checked before you did.' He protested, his hands mirroring hers. Kofi groaned from his seat, rubbing his eyes and waiting for the Punk and Georgie storm to blow over.

'I didn't realise you were going to throw it in the trash!' He added causing her to growl in frustration before stomping to the seat opposite Kofi.

'Knobhead.' She muttered opening up her tablet, waving her hand dismissively at Punk.

'I'm not getting involved…' Kofi mumbled, putting his earphones in so he could drown out the sound of the squabbling.

'What's the big deal, just get another one!' Punk snorted, unable to comprehend where this upset is coming from.

'That's not the point. It has sentimental value.' Georgie insisted gritting her teeth in annoyance.

'It's a book!' Punk rolled his eyes as Georgie sunk further in her seat, accepting that she wasn't getting her sought out apology from him.

'Yeah, and that book has been everywhere with me. Some things are irreplaceable.' She sighed, returning to her tablet. She knew deep down it wasn't Punk's fault for the loss of her favourite book and accepted defeat. She browsed through her emails, noting the awkward silence that they were currently sitting in.

'Whatcha' doin'?'

She glanced to see Punk turning towards her with an inquisitive look on her face. She was about to answer honestly but was feeling mischievous.

'I'm reading an email about possible plans for Wrestlemania 30.' She sighed, knowing full well this would spark his interest. On cue he sat up looking directly at her, trying but failing to come across as casual.

'Oh yeah, anything interesting?'

'The Rock is coming back. Again.' She spoke seriously, refusing to look at his expression but sensing his mood.

'What?'

'We're gonna have Thrice in a Lifetime!' She spoke cheerfully, jerking her head up to see him looking wide eyed and frenzied. She bit the inside of her cheek to foil her laughter.

'You serious?!' He exclaimed with horror. She turned to the disdained wrestler, mimicking her best Rock impression.

'FINALLY… The Rock… HAS COME BACK-'

'Please stop.' He muttered with downcast eyes. Georgie was unable to keep up the charade any longer and released the laughter she had been holding in.

'You're joking aren't you?' He asked dryly, raising his eyebrows at her laughter.

'Yep. I'm just viewing a NXT report. Nothing exciting.' She waved dismissively.

'So The Rock isn't coming back for 'Mania?'

'How should I know, that's ages away.' She shrugged.

'You guys done fighting?' Kofi asked sarcastically, removing his earphones and glancing between the two.

'For now.' Punk smirked.

'How's life sitting on the fence, Kofi?' Georgie asked Ghanaian with a chirpy smile earning low chuckle from Punk.

'Peaceful.' Kofi responded with a grin and yawn before leaning back on his chair and idly looking out the window.

Shortly after the bus pulled up to the arena car park. It was a nice day and the guys were itching to get off the bus and have some fresh air.

'Oh look, we're in Detroit!' Kofi announced, prompting Punk to leap from his seat and gather up his gym bag.

'You guys gonna miss me?' Georgie asked, grabbing her luggage as she made her way to the head of the bus.

'No.' Punk responded deadpan causing Georgie to stick her tongue out at him in a mock petulance manner.

'Liar.'


Punk groaned as he lay on his bed, his hair still wet from the shower he just took at the arena but he didn't care. His back had twinges of pain from a rough spot of Ryback ramming him through a table. The bus was already heading to the next town and Kofi had decided to take an early night and retire to his bunk. The bus was eerily quiet without Georgie, and although he initially enjoyed the sense of serenity he couldn't deny that he missed the pandemonium whenever the Brit was around. She was like a little tornado of chaos, and in spite of their clashes he'd become quite taken with her. His thoughts wondered to what she was currently doing and frowned at the thought of her bar hopping right now. Desperate to shake off all thoughts of the blonde writer who recently departed his bus, he grabbed his phone to call his best friend from back home.

'PUNKERS!' The cheery Chicago native greeted his best friend with great enthusiasm. Punk chuckled, Colt sounded tipsy.

'Evening Cabana.'

'Just watched the show. You rocked it as usual.'

'Thanks, man.' Punk winced as he rolled on his side.

'When you home next? We need a catch up.' Colt asked the older man who took a moment to respond due to his exhaustion.

'I'll be in Chi-Town Wednesday.'

'Cool. You still got that blonde little spark plug with you?'

Punk's ears pricked up at Colt's question. He'd called to take his mind off her, not to be interrogated.

'You mean Georgie?' He asked warily.

'Yeah, man!'

'Nah, the bet ended tonight. She's probably in a nice five star Hilton right now.' Punk sighed as he pictured the woman in question partying in a hotel bar.

'Awww missing her already?' Colt teased catching his best friend off guard.

'Hell no.' Punk answered almost too quickly.

'Dude, you can't fool me. I saw the way you looked at her.' Colt pressed, laughing at his friend.

'You're barking up the wrong tree, bud.' Punk groaned, knowing he as being provoked but struggled to contain himself.

'Not that I'd blame you. She's hot… funny and really smart-'

'If you like her that much than why don't you ask her out yourself?' Punk snapped.

'Rad, is she single?' Colt laughed knowing he was winding Punk up.

'Yes.' He muttered.

'As if I'd do that to you, bro!'

'Colt-'

'Anyway, tell me about Miz getting arrested!' Colt demanded causing Punk to let out a hearty chuckle out loud as he recalled the bar incident.

'I'll talk after you confirm you're appearing on Steve Austin's podcast.' He countered knowing just how much Colt wanted to talk about his latest venture.

'CONFIRMED! It's so awesome…'

As his friend continued to talk about his recent development with the great Stone Cold Steve Austin, Punk couldn't help but his mind wonder back to the woman who'd graced his bus everyday for the last month. He frowned at what Colt said, trying to suggest that he had feelings for Georgie. He'd admit to himself that they had a sort of chemistry and he knew he was attracted to her, but as far as feelings go he'd just not thought about it that much. Having Colt point out his behaviour with her had made him look back on the last few weeks and question what he thought he felt. He wondered what others had been speculating about the two, Cot only met her once and had already formed a very strong opinion on the two of them. He yawned, trying to pay attention to his best friend whilst his thoughts were elsewhere.


She couldn't complain with the suite it was spacious and salubrious, something that she'd been missing out on as of late. She'd just had the most luxurious bath she'd ever experienced and had settled down on her queen size bed to watch some TV on a 40 inch flat screen. The Hilton hotel really was lovely, and as nice as it felt to be lapping up in luxury she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. She'd declined an offer from the Diva's to go out drinking, feeling drained and somewhat uninspired. She might have been tempted if Punk had stuck around after the show instead of leaving as soon as his match ended. As silly as it sounds but she was a tad disappointed that there was no real goodbye, she had spent a daily basis on this bus. Prior to this Georgie had travelled alone, despite her popularity amongst the roster she still kept her policy of keeping people at arm's length. Yet despite this somehow Punk had gotten under her skin and she has shocked herself by already missing his presence. As she drifted off to sleep in her expensive hotel suite her last conscious thoughts was how much she was looking forward to seeing Punk at Raw tomorrow.


The next night on Raw was busy and full of drama and chaos backstage. Mike was schmoozing everyone due to them being in his hometown of Cleveland and was treated like a local celebrity. Georgie was feeling good though, she'd had a restful night's sleep and her facial injuries from the brawl had finally healed. She'd been getting butterflies in her stomach, waiting in anticipation to see Punk again, but so far she'd only seen him in passing and he'd barely acknowledged her presence. She'd just put it down to having an off day, and hoped to catch up with him later to discuss his segment about Heyman and Ryback. Watching the action take place on a monitor, she didn't realise Stephanie was behind her until she heard her composed voice.

'We need to talk about Punk.'

Georgie turned puzzled by her statement and her mind raced in several directions to what she would be implying. Acknowledging her quizzical look the boss' daughter smiled and explained what she meant.

'We'll gonna have to pull the Punk promo tonight because of time. What we'll do is save it for next week and have him cut a promo after we air tonight.'

'Does he know?' Georgie asked, frowning at what she'd just heard. She knew full well Punk wouldn't like this at all.

'Not yet.'

On cue Punk walked out of the locker room in full ring gear, Beats around his neck and ready for action.

'Ah there he is. We'll break the news to him now.' Stephanie smiled nodding her head in the direction of a very focused Punk, making her way over to him as Georgie followed.

'Punk!' Stephanie called after him causing him to glance over, his expression impassive as Georgie stood awkwardly behind the Executive Vice President of Creative.

'I'm afraid there's been a change in schedule. We're gonna go over in time so we're pulling your promo.' Stephanie informed him with a tight smile.

'Fucking marvellous.' Punk muttered rolling his eyes, still refusing to look in the direction of Georgie.

'We still want you to cut a promo after the show is aired though. We'll re-write your segment with Heyman next week to include your promo so nothing's wasted.' The young writer spoke softly and reassuringly to Punk, flashing him a warm smile which went unnoticed by him.

'Whatever.' He scoffed before storming back off into the locker room. Stephanie shook her head in disproval before turning her heel in the opposite direction, muttering to herself.

'Pleasant as always….'


It was nearing the end of the show, and Georgie had encountered Punk once more in Gorilla but he'd totally blanked her when she tried to converse with him. She felt perplexed and very frustrated by his odd behaviour. She racked her brain, asking herself what she could have done to warrant this treatment but came up short. After pondering on what had happened tonight she went in search for the man in question to confront him regarding his aloof behaviour. After asking around she was informed he was in the locker room, so she headed in that direction before she had a chance to lose her bottle and change her mind. Knocking on the door, she waited anxiously before the door finally opened revealing the olive green yet tormented eyes that she had be searching for. He was still wearing his ring gear, and looked ready for battle. He briefly glanced up and down, folding his arms. He did not look happy to see her.

'Yeah?' He asked impatiently.

'Can I come in?' She asked subdued but with intent.

'Actually-'

She cut him off by barging her way past him and standing firmly in the middle of the locker room, much to his annoyance.

'Thanks.' She quipped sarcastically. Looking around the locker room, she was relieved to see that it was empty unlike the last time she had a showdown with Punk here. Pushing all previous thoughts out of her head, she turned to he man she'd just started calling Phil and called him out.

'Have I done something to piss you off? Anymore than usual I mean.'

'No.' He sighed sitting down on the bench and avoiding his gaze.

'Then what's with the cold shoulder?' She asked in a small voice.

'I haven't got time for this crap. I've got an off screen promo to prepare for.' He huffed rubbing the back of his neck, something he did often when he was uncomfortable.

'Oh, so that's what this is about? You know that wasn't my call.' Georgie stood folding her arms in a confrontational manner.

'I know.' He mumbled, his eyes downcast.

'Then what's your problem?' She asked with frustration.

He sighed, slowly walking towards to the door and opening it for Georgie.

'Nothing. I'm just busy, so if you don't mind-'

She stormed over to him, slamming the door shut and finally capturing his attention. He looked straight at her, his stare full of intensity which she equally matched.

'Seriously Dollface, I'm not in the mood.'

'Me neither. And I'm not leaving til I get an explanation.' She challenged, causing him to grit his teeth in frustration.

'I told you…'

'And I'm not buying it. As soon as you arrived tonight you've ignored me. You barely look at me when Stephanie and I were talking to you and you're trying to throw me out the locker room.' She yelled accusingly, pointing a finger in his chest causing him to roll his eyes.

'A tad dramatic don't you think…' He muttered but his comment when completely ignored by a very riled up Georgie.

'I've been off the bus 24 hours and it's like you've washed your hands of me already! You know I really thought that we had become friends during this time. You really had me fooled. What wrong am I not cool enough to 'hang' with the likes of CM Punk anymore? Am I not allowed to call you Phil now?' She rambled with growing frustration, her voice getting louder the more she spoke.

'Stop talking.' He demanded in a low voice, stepping closer towards her.

'You don't tell me what to do-'

She was silenced by Punk grabbing the back of her neck and crashing his lips on to hers. The shock of it took her breath away, and it took a moment for her brain to register what was going on. His soft lips contradicted the urgency of which he kissed her and she welcomed his tongue as it skilfully danced around hers. She clung to the bottom of his t-shirt as he tightened the hold on her neck, and wrapped his free hand around her waist. She kissed him back with the same feverish need, whimpering in his mouth and gripping his shirt tighter. Time stopped for Georgie, and she was all sensation. Her nostrils were filled by the delicious scent of Punk, the only sound that past her ears was the thunderous pounding of her heartbeat and every part of her skin was on fire. He slowed down the kiss, before giving her bottom lip and gentle tug and slowly pulling away. His hand from the back of her neck slowly came round to tenderly caress her cheek, whilst his tight grip on her waist remained. She inhaled his warm breath on her face before eventually opening her eyes. His beautiful expressive orbs were filled with such an intensity she couldn't look away whilst his lips formed the slightest smirk. Her skin which had just felt like it was on fire was now covered in goose bumps and she shivered at how she physically reacted to him. They continued to look at each other with such deep complexity until the spell was broken by the knock on the door, causing Georgie to jump out of Punk's grip and let out a shaky breath.

'Punk, you're up next!' Came the voice from a production member.

Although no one came through the door, they remained parted. Not a word was spoken between them. Punk ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat before storming out the locker room like a bat out of hell. It took several moments for Georgie to register what had happened and she moved towards the bench, collapsing because her shaky knees could no longer withhold the weight. She had no idea that on the other side of the door, Punk was still lingering trying to get in character but unable to block out the taste of her kiss.


Anyone else feel like this was a bloody long time coming?