Hey all! I just wanted to make sure you're all having fun reading the story! Now that Punk is back, a lot of you must be excited! Hehe. So with this next chapter, I just want to say that, I had a lot of fun with it and I want you to too. I hope it's not confusing for some of you! But review your thoughts either way!

With love,

Skee

"Eli, honey! Wake up! You're going to be late for work!"

A woman's voice spoke to me.

Breaking me from my slumber.

My eyes fluttered open, seeing my mother sitting at my bedside.

The sun shining through the soft colored curtains on my windows.

Her hand rested on my shoulder, it colder then usual, and a smile on her lips.

Slowly, I started to sit up.

For some reason, I felt like I should have felt achy; from years of wear and tear.

But I didn't.

I looked back towards my mother, her smile still there.

I felt like I should be in trouble or something.

Though I knew it false; I felt her keeping that smile was almost a forced action.

But with loving words, she left me to dress; closing the door behind her.

First thing was first, I had to pee.

And as I sat there, on the toilet, I looked down at my arms.

Scrawny, white, and bare.

Nothing made a permanent home on my soft skin.

Even though I had some nice silky pajamas on, I felt utterly naked.

I'd finished my business, and stepped to the skin and mirror.

A quick glance at myself prompted a double take.

My shoulders, both the same as my arms.

White and bare, with no trace of scars.

My neck too.

My skin as a whole was prefect and unmarked.

Soon, I was dressed in the everyday; business suit and heels.

Even though it was just that, the everyday attire, I felt stiff.

Like every step might be the one to cause me to tumble to the ground.

Down the stairs; I said goodbye to my baby sister.

My father, on the couch reading the morning paper, yelled his goodbye in a mono tone.

"Oh, sweety! Marcus wanted me to remind you about your stuff at his apartment."

My mother used the pet name as I opened the front door.

It was a twenty minute drive to the twelve story office building I worked out of.

Stepping through the spinning glass door, I was greeted by a loving smile.

Instantly, I smiled back.

The man approached me, short dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, and stubble that he probably forgot to shave off this morning.

His lips came to mine lightly.

The chill of his flesh sent a shiver down my spine.

While we walked to the elevator, I caught a glimpse of his left hand.

"Oh, babe. The guys forced me to go out last night. Don't worry, I was the driver. You know I don't drink."

He seemed almost sheepish at his confession of the previous night.

But I couldn't have cared less.

I was too enthralled by the tiny red box with a rocket ship inside it, on the back of his hand.

For some reason, it looked right being there.

A few seconds later, the silver doors opened, and we were greeted by another man.

"Hey, Phil. About tonight, I can't make it. The boss has me backed up on paper work and it all needs to be done tonight."

I heard my boyfriend, Phil, groan.

"Alright man. But what am I supposed to do with this front row ticket now?"

"Dude, the WWE is fake. Who cares?"

Before thinking at all, I spoke.

"Since when do you like wrestling, Eli?"

I shrugged.

Half hitting myself for saying anything at all.

But my name, the word 'wrestling' and the WWE, all in one sentence sounded perfect.

Hours later, I was waiting patiently for the wrestling show to start; sitting so close to the barricade I could rest my arms on it.

I felt weird being here.

I had no idea what was going on.

Who was in action tonight.

Or if they actually called it wrestling anymore.

Despite all that, all the chaos put me at ease.

Then the announcer spoke, starting the show.

"This first match is a mixed-tag team match."

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

"Introducing first, Kelly Kelly, and Dolph Ziggler!"

Some music started, and the bleach blond twosome came into view.

Once they were in the ring, another song started.

"Their opponents, approaching the ring, Kaitlyn and CM Punk!"

My heartbeat kicked up at the second name called.

It was weird.

I had no idea who these people were.

Why was I so excited to see this CM Punk guy?

I could faintly hear Phil yelling next to me.

When CM Punk and Kaitlyn came into view, together, I almost screamed.

My fists balled in my lap.

It was wrong, seeing them together.

Especially, when the match started, and he kissed her cheek.

I almost puked.

During the match, I couldn't help but laugh every time Kaitlyn got hit.

For some reason, it felt nice seeing Kelly Kelly kick the shit out of her.

Kaitlyn tagged in CM Punk; forcing Kelly Kelly to tag Dolph Ziggler.

And somehow, Dolph Ziggler got the drop on CM Punk first.

After being thrown around the ring for a few minutes, CM Punk rolled out of the ring to right in front of me.

He weakly pulled himself half onto the barricade, his arm only an inch from touching my leg.

I could see Dolph Ziggler coming up from behind, when suddenly he slowed to a snail's pace.

Everything did.

Everything but CM Punk.

His beautiful hazel eyes, behind squinted lids, burned into me.

His mouth opened; his words coming out as a plea.

"Eli, don't leave me."

Instantly, there was a stinging in my eyes.

In seconds, I could barely see past the wall of tears.

My hand absentmindedly, went to my neck.

My eyes still on CM Punk, his too seeming moments from tears.

I knew nothing was engrained in the skin of my neck, but the outline I drew with my finger made it seem like there needed to be something.

Slowly, CM Punk raised his hand, extending it for me to take.

My racing heartbeat mellowed out.

Without thinking, I moved my hand from my neck, and gently gasped his.

It so warm, so right, against my cool skin.

My eyes shut.