As always, thanks for the feedback on the last chapter! I know I'm slacking in getting back to you all again, but I promise I will soon.

Sunday, April 13, 2014
Chicago, Illinois

Leaving Punk behind had undoubtedly become the worst part of Jet's week. It almost embarrassed her how much she got teary eyed and clung onto him before she even got to the door.

"You'll see me in a few days," he murmured in her ear. He hated having to send her off on a plane when she was already looking at him with that desperate sadness in her eyes.

"I don't want you getting killed while I'm gone."

"No one's going to kill me," Punk chuckled. Sure, there were plenty of creeps hanging around but he didn't fear for his life just yet. He probably wouldn't tell her even if he did. "I'll be right here when you're done down South."

Jet groaned, forcing her face into the crook of his neck. "I could call in sick."

"Hm, you could."

"But I shouldn't, right?"

"No, probably not. Heyman's waiting on you."

Punk had called his old friend the day before, when Jet had been napping. He gave Heyman the most basic rundown of Jet's problems with Hunter and what it was doing to how she felt about work. He'd had plenty of friendly interactions with Jet and knew she didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of the boss' frustrations, so he was more than willing to help her 'get her head straight', as Punk phrased it.

Jet sighed again and hugged Punk tighter around the waist. "You're getting fatter."

"Fuck you," Punk laughed, pushing her out of the hug and towards the front door. "I am not getting fat."

Jet tugged up the bottom of his shirt and poked at his stomach. "Yep, definitely getting pudgy. I'm not criticising, it's cute. You seem a lot healthier."

"I feel it."

"How's the elbow?"

"We're not really going to spend our last little while together talking about my elbow, are we?"

Jet rolled her eyes. "Heaven forbid I be concerned about your health."

"I am fine. I promise."

"Hm," Jet murmured, looking less than convinced. "We're talking about getting you a bodyguard when I get back."

It was Punk's turn to roll his eyes. "I am not getting a bodyguard."

"Dude, you can't even leave the house!"

"Hey, you're the one that didn't want me to drive you to the airport."

Jet sighed. He knew full well that she elected to catch a cab because she knew it was safer for him to stay indoors. He hadn't meant to, but the mention of stalking had set Jet even further on edge than he realised. She really did expect him to get murdered on the streets of Chicago. She knew he loved the city – she'd fallen in love with it years ago herself – but she was barely holding back on pleading with him to move out to somewhere a little more secretive.

"Just stay safe, okay?" she asked him, turning on her sad eyes and pout.

"I'm always safe. You're the one that needs to look after yourself. Call me when you get to O'Hare."

"I will. Love you, jerk."

"Love you too, buttface. Go on, you're going to miss your flight," Punk murmured, regretfully nudging Jet towards the front door.

"See you in a couple of days?"

"You bet. I'll be right here waiting. Don't have too much fun without me."

Jet finally grabbed the handle to her suitcase and kissed him hard. "Never do."

Monday, April 14, 2014
Monday Night Raw
BJCC – Birmingham, Alabama

Jet was in the arena early again, seven days removed of her title loss. If anything good had come of it – besides Paige being recognised on the main stage – it was that Jet didn't have to lug the thing around anymore. It was heavier than it looked. The majority of the arena was prepared for the upcoming show so Jet took herself out to the ring in her workout clothes to wait on the arrival of Paul Heyman. She was only alone with her back against the ropes and Twitter open on her phone for a few minutes.

"No electronics in the ring."

Jet glanced up to smirk at Paul, pointedly hitting the home button and locking the phone before tossing it gently onto her hoodie outside the ring. He was dressed in his more casual gear as he smiled at her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Juliette."

Jet smiled to herself. He had been calling her that since the very first time they met. "Just Jet will do, Paul. You didn't tell me I have to hang out with him," she shot with mock-hostility at the newest Heyman Guy.

Claudio winked overzealously. "You love me really, sweetheart."

"How am I supposed to get you out of your funk if I can't put you through your paces?" Paul asked.

"You can't put me in the ring with him!" Jet exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger as the Swiss man. "He'll kill me! He's tried to before!"

Paul lifted an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by Jet's accusations. "Somehow I doubt that."

"That Swing is enough to permanently damage my brain, I am telling you."

"Your brain is already permanently damaged," Claudio muttered, climbing into the ring and stripping down to just his basketball shorts.

"Rude. You gonna let a Paul Heyman Guy talk to a lady like that?" Jet asked Paul.

"A lady? Where?"

Jet shook her head while Paul and Claudio held their hands up for a high five. "I hate you both. I have no idea why I agreed to this."

"Because you need me, sweetheart," Paul replied.

"Eh. There's that."

Paul smirked. "Right, I want you two to put something together. Anything you like."

"Anything?" Claudio asked with a grin, having ideas to just put Jet in the Swing for ten straight minutes.

"Sure. Make it as dumb as you want."

Dumb… Jet didn't know how to do dumb in the ring. The first thing she'd been taught back home when she started her training was that dumb led to injuries. She'd been responsible for enough of that when her head had been messed up; she refused to be that stupid again. Being in the ring meant being sensible, even if it was just for a mess around before a show. When Claudio stepped up to her with his grin still in place, Jet didn't return it. She bounced on her heels before squaring up to the larger man.

Without a word between them, they got into it. Jet had to rely on her speed and small size to evade Claudio, knowing she didn't stand a single chance of overpowering the Swiss Superman. It would have taken four of her to even think about it. She flew around the ring, jumping out of the way every time Claudio lunged for her. When she ducked around behind him to deliver a kick to the back of his knee, Claudio barely looked fazed. He swiped his long around and caught Jet by the wrist, tugging her around and forcing her onto her back on the mat. He stood tall and put his foot heavily on her chest, letting Paul perform the three count from the outside.

Jet bounced to her feet as soon as Claudio moved. "Rematch," she demanded.

"There's no way for you to beat me," Claudio laughed, stepping backwards. "You're great at what you do, but it's just physically not possible."

"Try me," Jet challenged, bouncing up on the middle rope, aiming for a springboard enzuigiri. Claudio caught her leg in mid-air and wrapped his arm around the bottom of her back to stop her colliding with the floor. Jet winced at the hard grip, still somewhat sore from her Wrestlemania moment. Claudio set her down gently and lifted an eyebrow in amusement.

"See?"

"Yeah well I didn't want to beat you anyway."

Paul was smirking outside the ring and looked about to say something when a runner appeared behind him. "Hey Jet, Stephanie would like to see you."

Jet groaned. She was trying her hardest to just slip under the Authority's radar for a little while. She had absolutely no problem with Stephanie – in fact, they got along well – but where Stephanie was, Paul was sure not to be far away.

"Sorry guys, I'll be back in a bit."

"Get yourself some lunch first and meet us back here after that," Paul instructed.

Well, Jet wasn't going to argue with an early lunch break. She weaved through the corridors that were getting rapidly busier, trying to hunt down Stephanie's office.

"J!"

Jet turned to see Dave coming towards her with a huge grin. She grimaced internally. They hadn't said two words to each other since their dance at the Hall of Fame and she wasn't at all sure how well he was doing with the 'just friends' thing. To her surprise – and relief – Dave held his hand up for a high five rather than wrapping his arms too tightly around her. She smiled and jumped up to high five him.

"Hey Dave, how's it going?"

"Y'know, it's going."

Jet couldn't see what he had to complain about but she smiled softly anyway. "I've gotta go, Steph wants to see me."

"Yeah, no worries. Catch you later."

Jet headed away with an unfamiliar pleasant feeling after an exchange with Dave. At least one of her work problems was looking up. She found herself outside Stephanie's office, praying silently that Paul wasn't there as she knocked on the door. Somehow, her day got even better when she only found Stephanie there. Her boss smiled warmly and motioned to the free chair.

"What's up, Steph?"

"About last week, I'm sorry it went down like that."

Jet blinked. She didn't need any more confirmation that Paul had acted without anyone else's approval. "Oh. It's cool, I know you had nothing to do with it." She hoped Stephanie could hear the undertone of 'but your husband's a douchebag'.

"Really, it shouldn't have happened. We've all had some words, and we'd prefer to get your victorious rematch on the card quite quickly."

Jet scrunched her face in confusion. "My victorious rematch?" She understood that Stephanie felt guilty about Paul stripping her of the title last week and she appreciated the thought, but she knew that was the wrong way to go about it. "Steph, you can't take the title off Paige yet. It'll make her look ridiculously weak. That kid stands to become one of the best in history, all her potential considered, so you have to book her well now. I don't need the title, I've had my run. I'd rather have a really awesome feud with her that leads to a pay-per-view or two and her coming out the other side as the champion."

Stephanie leaned back in her chair, surprise written all over her face. "Wow. I can't say anyone's ever coming to me to ask that I don't give them the title. You're an interesting woman, Juliette Madden."

"I try," Jet replied with a half-smile. She wanted the title, it made her feel successful, but she had to think of the long term of the division. She had never wanted to come in and run roughshod over everyone. She wanted to make the place better.

There was something in Stephanie's eyes that made it clear her brain was whirring. Jet had come to realise that McMahon brains never stopped working where the company was concerned, and she was a tiny bit concerned about what Steph was going to come up with. Before she could ask, Stephanie smiled at her.

"I'll get back to you."

That set Jet on edge even more. "Okay… I can go?"

"Sure, sure. Have a good day!"

"Does this change anything about me not being on the show tonight?" The realisation when she'd arrived in Birmingham that she wasn't actually needed irked Jet a little. She could have stayed in Chicago. If she wasn't on Raw it stood to reason that she wouldn't be on the Smackdown taping. She'd flown down South for no reason at all.

Stephanie shook her head. "No, you're still free tonight."

Jet nodded as she stood. "Okay. See you later, Steph."

Stephanie was already tapping away on her laptop by the time Jet shut the door.

Jet took Paul's advice to grab an early lunch, relieved to find catering pretty quiet except for some ring crew and a couple of performers here and there. She grabbed some food and sat down, leaning back in her chair to observe the people around her. She never really paid much attention to anything else, considering she seemed to be running at breakneck speed all day long. She supposed that at least she could relax a little if she wasn't on either of the televised shows. She wasn't entirely sure that her body was up to it yet anyway. She was still taking the painkillers that the doctor had given her and, despite finally getting over their nauseous side effect, they still knocked her for six when she dosed up.

Jet was pulled out of her people watching by her best friend sliding into the seat opposite her. "Hey good looking. I've missed you," AJ grinned. "You're here early though; I thought your flight didn't get in until three?"

Jet was pretty sure AJ had her travel schedule memorised. "I changed it for the morning flight. Phil thought I should do some work with Paul."

AJ's eyebrows rose all the way up into her hairline. "Paul?"

"Oh, not Levesque. Heyman. Yeah, I can see how that's going to get confusing."

"You might have to finally relent and start calling him Hunter."

Jet groaned. It wasn't uncommon for those in the business to be called by their ring names, even by close friends, but Jet still found it awkward. She preferred to clearly distinguish between the real people and their characters. Still, it seems she didn't have a choice unless she wanted to start referring to her boss by something less polite than his ring name. She had plenty of ideas in her head. "Fine, I guess so. Hunter," she muttered, testing it out on her tongue. She didn't like it. "Ugh, I hate that guy."

"I know," AJ nodded with an amused smile. "So why are you hanging out with Heyman?"

"I was thinking about taking some time off and Phil thought letting the genius get hold of me might help me figure out if my head and heart are really in this right now."

"Okay, I have one thing to say. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE TIME OFF!"

Jet pushed her chair back several feet as AJ's voice rose, her eyes shooting wide open. "Holy crap Age, calm down," she murmured, knowing everyone's eyes were on them.

"No. Celeste left. Punk left. You are not allowed to leave."

"I wouldn't be leaving," Jet assured her. "I could never walk away entirely. I'd just be a little while."

AJ scowled immediately. "And what does Paul think?"

"I barely had half an hour with him before I got called in to see Stephanie. Let's be honest, he'll probably tell Phil what he thinks before he tells me."

"You're calling him Phil so much recently," AJ remarked starting to dig in to her food.

Jet hadn't noticed, to be honest. She supposed she was just finally coming to terms with the idea that he wouldn't be returning and she had to let go of 'CM Punk'. She liked Phil Brooks much more anyway. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"You should probably tell Heyman that if he says you should take time off, he'll have me to answer to."

AJ said it with a broad grin but Jet could see the homicidal intent in her eyes. She pushed her chair a little further away.

Jet heaved a deep breath into her lungs, trying to stop the burning. Ever since she'd returned from lunch Paul had her going through the most rigorous work out she'd had in months. She prided herself on being in good shape but she supposed she never really pushed herself as far as she could have. She hadn't been through something like this since her days getting put through her paces by Bill DeMott. Jet wasn't at all surprised when Paul told her that he'd called her old trainer during the lunch break. Only Bill would give him the advice that he should try killing her. She was halfway through running the steps around the seating area of the BJCC when she paused and bent over, clutching her ribs. She slumped against the chair beside her, pushing her sweat drenched hair out of her face. She could see Claudio leaning against the barricade with a smug grin on his face. She had no doubt this would be a child's workout compared to his.

"I'm dying," she informed Paul through her heaving breaths.

"If you can still speak, you're not dying. You've got nine more aisles to get through, Ms Madden."

"I'll help," Claudio offered, taking the steps four at a time to reach the young woman. He pulled her to her feet and gripped her shoulders tightly. "You'll do this. Come on."

He grabbed her hand and Jet had no choice but to finish going up and down the aisles. Claudio's strides were longer than Jet's, making it even harder to keep up. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her lungs burned desperately for oxygen when she finally collapsed in the middle of the ring. She was sure she was going to vomit. It had been a long time since she'd thrown up from a work out.

"I quit," she groaned in Paul's direction.

"Quit what?"

"You, this company, life, everything."

Paul and Claudio both chuckled and Jet noticed, with some serious resentment, that Claudio had barely broken a sweat. "Good, that means I'm getting through to you." Paul picked up a chair, sitting on it right beside Jet's exhausted body. "You wanna know why I called Bill DeMott?"

"Because he knows all the best ways to make me hate my existence?"

"While I'm sure that's true, no. I do my research Juliette, and there was plenty to research about you. I figured there were few people in this company who know you better than Bill, and he told me exactly what I needed to know."

"And what was that?"

"Corey Graves."

Jet finally pushed her to sit up and leaned back against the ropes. "Er, okay? I'm confused."

Paul rolled his eyes as if people regularly understood his thought pattern without any help. She was sure Punk probably did. "You never once wanted to leave NXT, correct?"

"Yeah. I loved Florida."

"Because you were being a kid. Come on, we all know Graves is an idiot."

Jet was about to shoot back in defence of her best friend but she saw in Paul's face that there was not a single bit of hostility towards Corey. Honestly, she wasn't sure she could deny the claim that he was an idiot anyway. "Yeah, okay. So?"

"Well I know what your problem here is."

"Could it be that my boss hates me, by any chance?"

Paul seemed to ignore her completely. "You take all this too seriously."

Jet blinked. "Excuse me?" How could she be taking her life's ambition too seriously?

"Have you ever stopped to look around this place, Juliette? The WWE World Heavyweight Champion is a goat. The company is planning on putting two dwarfs in a mock TLC match. Adam Rose and his disturbing gang of giant bunnies and fake superheroes are being called up to the main roster. There's an old guy running around who wanted to deport Santa Claus. This place is a glorified freak show."

Jet heard Claudio snort from somewhere behind her. She supposed it really was weird around here.

"When's the last time you went out and had fun?" Paul quizzed.

"Fun?" Jet repeated. It almost sounded like a foreign word to her in that moment. She hadn't had any time for fun. For weeks Jet had only been focused on getting ready for the TLC match, and then spent any other free time she had in Chicago with her boyfriend. "I have fun," she insisted but it sounded weak, even to her.

"Right," Paul agreed sarcastically. "Jesus, you're what – 25? Learn to live a little, Juliette. I told you and my King of Swing over here to put on as stupid a match as you could earlier and you decided that meant a wrestling clinic. Don't misunderstand me, you're an incredibly talented woman and that shines through when you're in the ring, but sometimes you have to let go of the pressure that you've put on yourself since you got here."

As much as she hated to admit it, Paul was probably right. Everything in FCW and NXT had been pure fun and she knew she'd lost some of that since joining the main roster. She'd been so determined to prove to everyone that she deserved to be there, so maybe she really had left the fun out of her life. She just couldn't believe it had been so easily noticeable to Paul Heyman. Had everyone else noticed and not said anything to her? Had she been the downer for the group without even realising it?

Noting her thoughtful expression, Paul patted her shoulder and helped her to her feet. "You'll be fine, kid. I'd be more than happy for you to keep doing some work with Claudio and I though."

Jet nodded immediately. If there was anyone she could learn some things from it was Claudio. "Of course. Meet you in Nashville?"

"Sure thing. Now get outta here so everyone can finish getting ready for the show."

Even an hour into Raw, Jet couldn't shake Paul's words from her brain. How had she never noticed how much of a wet blanket she was? She wasn't even sure why that bothered her so much. She just wanted to be happy with her job again and if that meant having some more fun, she was more than happy to do it. She didn't want to have to take any time off, especially after talking with AJ. She didn't want to be another person in a long list to leave AJ behind. After a hunt for some peace and quiet, Jet found herself hanging out just a little way from the make-up station, half watching Raw on the monitor set up. She stood in front of the full body mirror with a determined look on her face.

"I'm a fun person," she asserted. "I'm a hunky fun person. I'm a badass, hunky fun person."

"Are you paraphrasing She's The Man?"

Jet glanced at Colby in the mirror. "You know She's The Man?"

"Who doesn't know She's The Man? Care to explain what you're doing?"

"Am I a fun person, Colbs?"

"Er…" Colby glanced around, trying to figure out the answer that would lead to the least amount of bodily harm. "You're a very sweet person."

"Oh my God," Jet groaned, knowing what his evasive answer meant. "I'm really not fun."

Colby stepped forward to lay his hand on Jet's shoulder and smile. "You're not not fun. You can be a little intense sometimes. You want things done right around here and that's great, but you get a bit caught up. You need to chill out."

Jet really hated realising that Heyman had hit the nail right on the head. She groaned and knew she had to make more effort to take the pressure off. "I'm gonna work on that."

"You should. You deserve a bit more fun in your life."

"Is that an offer?" Jet grinned, throwing as seedy a wink at Colby as she could.

He laughed heartily. "See, you're getting there already. Hey, if you wanna have fun, why don't you come to poker night tonight?"

Jet turned her head slightly to quirk an eyebrow up. "Poker night?"

"Yeah. It's the Shield's turn to host. We've got time to get to Nashville tomorrow morning so why don't you come and make a night of it?"

"You sure the other guys won't mind?"

"Nah, of course not," Colby insisted. "You're more than welcome."

Jet smiled softly. "Thanks Colbs."

He patted her head and turned to walk away, then paused and looked back over his shoulder. "You know how to play poker, right? I can give you a crash course if you want."

"Don't you worry about me," Jet grinned. "I'll be fine."

When AJ heard that Jet had received an invite to poker night, she was adamant that Jet would be coming back with all sorts of seedy stories about what guys do when they're alone. Jet wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not when she arrived at the room number Colby had given her to find them all fully dressed and sitting ready around a large circular table.

"Hey Jet!" Colby called when Stu Bennett, better known as Bad News Barrett these days, opened the door for her. She slipped past her confused fellow Brit to take the last spare chair beside Nick.

"Dude! You invited a girl to guys' poker night?!" Curtis Hussey, Fandango himself, exclaimed.

"What? It's the Shield's night so I can invite whoever I want," Colby shrugged.

"Scared she'll beat ya?" Stephen teased Curtis, the Irishman earning a glare back. The rest of the table chuckled, but Jet couldn't tell if that was at Curtis' expense or hers.

"You know how to play Hold 'Em?" Jon asked, looking up from shuffling the deck.

"Sure," Jet nodded.

Her parents had played plenty with the neighbours when she was a kid so she'd picked it up pretty easily. She saw some slightly disbelieving glances around the table. Thankfully there was no one present that Jet had any particular problem with at work; the table comprised of the Shield, herself, Nick, Stu, Curtis, Stephen, Kofi, Jack Swagger, and Matt 'Long Island Iced Z' Cardona. As much as she liked the guys sitting around the table, she'd delight in kicking all their butts.

Just as Jon started to deal out their hole cards, Jet felt her phone vibrating against her leg. She pulled it from her pocket and grinned to herself as she saw Punk's name flashing on her screen.

"Hey!" she greeted happily, drawing the attention of all the men around the table, just as the cards had finished being dealt.

"What happened to your call?" he asked and Jet could hear the pout in his voice.

"I'm sorry, I scored an invite to the guys' poker night, I completely forgot."

"Ah, I'm not as important as poker," Punk teased.

"Shut up. You know I love you the most."

The guys around the table nearly gagged.

"I love you the most," Punk replied.

"No phones at poker night!" Stu ordered, reaching forward to snatch the device from Jet's hand. There was no way any of them would survive hearing one side of her lovesick conversation. She ducked around him, grinning triumphantly until she felt the phone slide away from her ear and saw it clutched in Jon's hand. She lunged for it but he moved back easily.

"Sorry man, she's busy sucking me off," he told Punk, hanging up the call immediately.

The table exploded into laughter while Jet's mouth fell open in horror. "Oh my God, I can't believe you just told him that! I have to call him back!"

Jon slid the phone into his jeans pocket and smirked. "No, you don't. He knows I'm joking. Someone start betting, Jesus please."

Jet crossed her arms and pouted. "Please?"

"The face doesn't work on me, sweetcheeks. You wanted to come to poker night so play poker, don't ruin it with your vomit inducing romantic shit."

Jet let a violent glare cross her face. "Now I'm going to enjoy kicking your asses."

Jet had delivered on her word, taking four of the seven hands. Colby had taken two of the others, with Kofi lucking out on one. It had been down to Jet and Swagger on the last hand, and he had promptly thrown a fit when she'd cleaned him out, tossing his cards onto the table and grabbing his jacket to stalk from the room. She turned her grin back to the remaining men, just as Matt started to shuffle the deck.

"It's getting late," she told them. A quick glance at the clock told her it was already nearly one in the morning. They all had to get to Nashville so she didn't want to cut her sleep down too much. She'd heard her phone vibrate in Jon's pocket several times but he still refused to hand it over.

"Last hand," Colby promised as Matt started to deal. Jet rolled her eyes but nodded. She'd taken a pretty solid profit tonight already, why not continue?

She peeked at her hole cards, refusing to smile when she saw the ace of spades and ace of diamonds. With her best poker face, she looked up and saw the guys measuring up their own chances. She couldn't go too hard too fast, she had to draw them in. When it got around to her, Jet called the bet, letting Jon be the one to raise. Kofi and Curtis folded immediately, having already lost too much money that night. Matt started to deal the community cards and Jet had to fight so hard not to grin when the ace of clubs showed up.

Fifteen minutes later, Jet was almost giddy with excitement. It was down to just her and Colby now, the two of them staring across the table at each other. All the other guys had either folded or had run out of money to bet. Matt had dealt out the sweetest community cards she'd ever seen – the ace of clubs and ace of hearts sat among the eight, four and six of diamonds. Those four aces were looking mighty good to her. She had this one in the bag and, while she appreciated Colby inviting her, she had no qualms about stripping his of all his cash. With a sly grin, she pushed all her money into the middle of the table. Kofi let out a low whistle. Colby smirked at her, pushing all his in too. Just before either of them could show their cards, Jet held up her free hand.

"Let's make this a little more interesting," she grinned.

"What did you have in mind?"

"As lovely as all that money looks, it's a little boring. The winner should get something better. If I win, I want a shirtless lap dance."

Colby shoved his tongue into his cheek, considering the wager while Joe chuckled. "Be careful man. She'll record that shit."

"You bet I will," Jet nodded. "Sell it to the highest bidder too."

Colby's eyes lit up. "Alright, deal. But if I win, you have to come to Crossfit with me for an entire week."

Jet almost backed out right then; her hatred of anything to do with Crossfit was well documented. She glanced down at her hole cards again and squinted thoughtfully. She'd win the pot of money and get blackmail material out of it. "Alright, you're on."

"Come on then kids, show your cards," Kofi encouraged.

Jet beamed as she laid down her aces. The guys looked endlessly impressed as they turned to stare at Colby. "Man, you're done in," Stu laughed. "She's got you."

"Oh, does she?"

Colby put his cards down one at a time. First, the five of diamonds. Then, with a grin spreading all the way across his face, the seven of diamonds. A straight flush. Jet could feel herself falling rapidly off her high horse. The Iowan pulled all the money towards his chest while everyone stared at Jet.

"See you at Crossfit, sweetheart."

Jet slumped in her seat, self-pity creeping up on her. "I hate Crossfit," she whined.

"A bet is a bet," Joe shrugged. "You just gotta live with it."

Jon finally handed Jet her phone back and she saw that she had two missed calls from Punk, a few texts from AJ, and a missed call from Paul. She glared at that last name on the list, knowing this was all his fault. If he hadn't been so set on her having some damn fun, she never would have accepted this stupid poker night invitation. Now she had successfully lost more money than she'd care to think about and was indebted to take part in a Crossfit workout for a week. Colby clapped his hand on her shoulder when he saw her glaring at the phone screen.

"Shouldn't get cocky in poker, kid."

"No, the real advice is that I just shouldn't hang out with you guys. At all."

"Very true. But like Joe said, a bet is a bet. Tell you what, because I'm so considerate, I'll put off your punishment until the European tour. It's too hard to get a week straight of Crossfit when we have Wednesdays and Thursdays off. Prepare yourself, it's gonna be one hell of a week."

Jet groaned at Colby's frustratingly smug face. All of a sudden, taking that time off was looking a hell of a lot more appealing.

Just for the sake of clarity, I think I will keep referring to Heyman as Paul and Levesque as Hunter. Having too many Pauls running around just gets too confusing. Like I always say, I love hearing what you guys think so drop me a review and let me know.