Just a note to say I do not write these match things as eloquently as my partner does, so you'll have to put up with my lame attempts. I can only try. White Firebird is the master at that, so I may add some fluff to make me happy. :P

Also, the song I'm using in the text messages is 'I Will' The Beatles. Timeless and romantic, and the best Rock n' Roll band on the planet, ever.

She was out. Phil started to panic as Dragon got down on his knees and pulled her into his arms from the floor. She was like a rag doll laying there, motionless, and it scared the crap out of Phil for the second time. Had he gone too far? Was this too much for her to handle?

"What the hell's happening out here?" Hunter came running upon hearing the commotion in the hallway.

"Phil told her about all of us working together and she just checked out." Dragon explained, gently tapping her face, trying to rouse her. "I'm getting the impression she is not okay with it."

All Phil could do was stand there and fret. Had he just fucked up yet again? Was this stupid idea as bad as he was starting to believe it was? Mentally kicking his own ass, he got down on his knees and took her hand in his, rubbing back and forth with worry.

"Come on April... wake up." He urged the silent woman in Bryan's arms. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

Hunter got a small cup of cold water and held it out to Phil. "Splash a little of this over here face, that should do it."

Phil carefully sprinkled her with the cool water, hoping hunter was right.

Sure enough, her eyes fluttered open and she winced, not sure what had just happened. "What... what's going on?"

"You fainted sweetie. Was the news that Phil will be working with us too much for you?" Dragon asked, a smile on his woolly face.

She glanced over to her former paramour and groaned. "Just a little... Why the hell was I NOT consulted? Is this set in stone?"

"No, if you aren't okay with it I can draw up something else." Hunter explained, shooting a dubious glance in Punk's direction.

"Just how close are we going to be working together?" She asked, clearly only concerned with Phil's part in this.

Hunter cleared his throat. "Uh, you may have to kiss him a few times, and let him get into your personal space a little more than usual, but that should be the extent of it. We don't plan on a long term thing, just enough to push Phil here into another heel turn for the end of the summer. Can you do that?"

She silently mulled it over and sat up on her own, pushing Bryan away. She was still angry, and now she had even more reasons to hate Phil, as if she needed any more. "Yep, I can do it. No problem."

All three of them glared at her, surprised she didn't have a litany of reasons as to why she wasn't going to do it.

"So, you have no problem having to kiss this ugly mother fucker on the mouth, more than once?" Now Hunter was chuckling, knowing damned well how uncomfortable this was suddenly making Punk.

"I'll do anything to climb the ladder of this company, and if that means I have to get a little dirty, I will."

"Good girl! Now I have other problems to solve, so you three get your act together and make it good. The first interaction will be May 14th, with you," he pointed at Phil, "Alex Riley and yourself AJ. I know it's gonna be great."

Dragon helped April to her feet as Hunter disappeared back into his office, leaving them to each other. She smoothed her hands over her front and made no effort to look at Phil now. She was still pissed beyond belief, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"April, I'm sorry for dumping this on you so suddenly... I really did think it was a great idea." Phil started to explain, trying not to appear as scared as he actually was now. He hadn't been trying to upset her.

"No problem Punk." She chirped, and gave a creepy little smile. "I'm a professional, you're a professional... this isn't going to get messy. I promise."

Both men watched as she quickly turned on her heels and almost sprinted in the opposite direction.

Dragon thoughtfully dragged his fingers through his beard. "If I were you, and I'm not, but if I was... I would be very, very afraid right now dude. That woman's eyes were wild, and when they go into this eerie calm that you damned well know should be screaming hissy fit, you have a problem. Not me, you have a problem." He pointed at his friend, and couldn't help the laugh that escaped him as Phil uncomfortably shifted from one foot to the other, scowling. "This idea of yours is going to make her a huge star, I just hope she doesn't snuff you out in the process, buddy. She's dangerous, that girl." He teased.

The tormented look on his best friend's face said it all.

"I'm not worried and she isn't fucking dangerous. She's pissed off at me, and she's going to make sure I suffer for it. Nothing new there." He grumbled, and bit at his lip ring. "She's just trying to act as if working with me isn't hurting her, but I know she's unhappy. Fuck Dragon, I hope this plan of mine works."

"I hope so too man. She's hopeless over you, you do realize that, don't you?"

The tattooed man nodded and scratched at his beard. "Yeah, I'm well aware of how Ms. Mendez feels about yours truly. I think I need to make up for that." he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and started to text her.

Who knows how long I've loved you,? You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will... Punk

Dragon knew better.

May 12th 2012

Punk couldn't quite explain the feeling when he heard her small, little voice calling out to him while he stood in the hall with Alex. He knew what he was going to say, and he knew what she was going to say, but it still didn't make him feel any less uncomfortable. He felt terrible for her having to be around him when she clearly didn't want to be. He could see right through that brave little face, knowing she wasn't enjoying one second of it. She did a fantastic job though. No one would have guessed all she really wanted to do was slap him silly, and he knew it. No one else would have known all he wanted to do was take her in his arms and kiss her, and tell her that he loved her, even though he acted like she couldn't wait to get away from her.

"Terrific promo April!" Eve beamed, feeling so happy the young diva was getting such a big push to be included in a story line with Punk. This was a huge deal.

"Thanks Eve, I can't stop thinking about what this is going to mean for my career."

"I know... getting a story written for you with one of the top guys in the WWE is a major break for any woman in this business. I remember my own pushes, and they always felt fantastic! You're going to be a huge star... Punk knows you deserve it and that's why he asked for you."

April became suddenly quiet at the mention of her ex's name. "I try not to think about the how and why, just the result it brings. So I get to use Punk as one of the rungs in the ladder, I'm cool with that."

Eve knew she was just trying to look like she didn't still care about the tattooed ass hat. "Listen honey, I know you're still angry with him, and I know how much he hurt you but... try to let some of that go, for your own good. Bottling up all that anger can do some serious damage to a person's well being, physical and mental."

April tried to remember and appreciate everything Eve told her, knowing it came from a good place, and that she was right. She was more angry at herself for having sex with the man in a god damned rental car. Classy move, AJ, she thought to herself, remembering how sweet he was, and how hot the encounter had gotten. When she thought about how he kissed her, and how his wet hair meshed with her own as their fore heads touched, she felt a small ache in her chest. He treated her like something precious, he always did when they were alone. Who was she kidding, he still did. The horrified look on his face when she fainted told her exactly how responsible he felt. That's when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, and when she opened up the message, she couldn't help a little smile.

For if I ever saw you... I didn't catch your name. But it never really mattered, I will always feel the same... Punk

She laughed out loud this time. Who was he trying to kid here? She knew damned well he felt bad, and this was his lame attempt to mend the burned bridge that was their love?

May 18th 2012

Four days later on Smackdown, the match was Kane and Punk, and it was scheduled to be particularly brutal. Chairs were involved, and when ever you had a foreign object, the chance of injury jumped by one hundred and ten percent. She knew both men were professionals, and they both had experience beyond their years combined, but... April didn't feel good about this.

"Are you gong to watch the match?"

April turned around to see Eve walking up in her business suit, ready for her own segment. "I hadn't planned on it."

"I think you should." The older woman smiled sweetly. Her plan? Maybe if April saw Glen beat the living crap out of her ex boyfriend, she might soften up just a little. Maybe. "It's supposed to be pretty vicious, I'm going to watch it, stay with me?" She circled her arm around the petite diva, solidifying the deal.

"Uh, sure..."

Both women sat down with a small group of other wrestlers and crew, watching the devastation unfold. The match was an awesome demonstration of Phil's great technical skills, and Glen's ability to wow everyone with his raw power. When the chairs started, all April could do was wince, turning her head with every harsh smack she heard across Phil's quickly tiring body. The oohs and ahhs from the audience made her feel a little queasy as she watched him stumble around the ring, trying to evade Glen. She knew it was all planned, but hell, did it have to look so real? She knew damned well each slap with a steel chair was as real as it gets. Unable to watch anymore she suddenly got up from her seat to find a quiet place to be alone, thankful no one followed her. Settling down in the diva's locker room she threw her head back against the wall and let out a long, mournful sigh. She clasped her hand around the gold lightening bolt necklace she wore, a constant reminder of him. One she needed to preserve. Her phone began to buzz again.

Love you forever and forever. Love you with all my heart. Love you whenever we're together. Love you when we're apart... Oh, and check it out! ...Punk.

That text also came with a rather unflattering photo of his back, and an unmistakeable, large red chair impression left on his bruised and tender skin. She covered her gaping mouth with her hand and made a small, upsetting noise. He'd been brutalized, and he was laughing about it! What an ass! She decided that was it, she was going to beat him at his own game.

He smiled as he pressed send, knowing she would probably think he was being a jack ass, but it was all part of the winning her back. He had to do some silly things in order to get her to loosen up around him a little more. It wouldn't be long before his plan would unfold completely, and she would be back in his arms again permanently, he hoped. That one night in the car damned near killed him after ward, knowing he wouldn't be able to touch her like that again for quiet some time.

He ached like a mother fucker now, icing hadn't helped a whole lot and all he really wanted to do was go and lie down. Carefully easing his way out of the shower, he wrapped up in a towel and began to slowly make his way back to his bed. It took him damned near four minutes to actually get his body in a semi-flat position so he could finally get some rest. He didn't usually find it easy to sleep right away, but this time, he was sure it would come without much effort at all. Before long he was half way between the land of the living and the land of the dead, not noticing that the driver had let an extra passenger aboard.

"And when at last I find you. Your song will fill the air. Sing it loud so I can hear you. Make it easy to be near you. For the things you do endear you to me. Oh, you know I will... I will."

His eyes popped open at the sound of her sweet, soft voice. There she was, standing at the foot of his bed, grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat.

"April?"

"Yeah... cute text messages Phil. I didn't realize you were a Beatles fan." She walked over to the side of the bed and sat down.

"You know I love all kinds of music April. Uh... I'm sorry, but I don't think I can get up now. I'm crippled."

"I know." She sighed, having seen the majority of his match that night. "I wanted to make sure you were still alive. That picture you sent was awful. Have you iced it at all? They said you never went to the trainer's room and opted to come straight back here."

"Probably not the best idea I've had all day, but I'll be fine. I always am."

"You're a bloody mess, Phil. Stop being such a martyr, do you even have ice on this bus? I'll do it for you if you have some."

He nodded and she jumped up to fetch it.

She rummaged through the freezer and found three small ice packs, that would be plenty to lay across his sore, bruised back. Gingerly, she placed them on his skin as gently as she could, noting the sharp intake of his breath with each one. He hurt a lot more than he'd admitted to, and her heart suddenly swelled with emotion as she tenderly brushed her fingers along the screaming muscles of his back and shoulders.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" She asked, a little out of the blue. "No funny business, I just want to be here for you in case you need me for anything."

He turned his head so he could look at her, his little angel of mercy. She loved him and he loved her. What the fuck was wrong with him? Dragon was right, he was an idiot... But, he had no choice but to stick to his original plans. There was no backing out now.

In the morning she was still with him lying there to his right like she always had before, clinging to the only two pillows on the bed. He had no blanket, she was wrapped completely in it. The ice packs had fallen off the bed and he was close to doing the same. This girl slept like a greedy child, taking up all the space, and he had dearly missed that.

There ya go! White Firebird will be up next in the cue!