Author's note: Sorry for the delay. I would like to get back to updating once a week, but my job is so demanding. Thanks for all your support! Keep the reviews coming, let me know what you're thinking!
Just to let you know I've got one or two chapters left until we conclude part 1. Let me know your thoughts.
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Survivor Series in Boston, and the night Georgie and her fellow Brits had been waiting for had finally come. She couldn't believe it had been a whole year since The Shield debut, which funnily enough she had missed because she decided to give up on Jon and viewing WWE in the hope of ever seeing him again. So much had happened in a year, and here she was in the Diva's locker room with her good friend as she got ready to make her main roster debut. It was just them two in the locker room, the other Diva's were in catering and Saraya was putting the finishing touches to her black make up.
'You look beautiful.' Georgie cooed at the Anti Diva was dressed in her signature leather ring gear, only instead of black she was in deep purple.
'Cheers, girl.' Saraya winked as she finished off applying her lipstick.
'Nervous?'
'Nah. I was born for this.' She spoke definitely as she flicked her raven hair.
Georgie watched on as Saraya continued to stare in the mirror. She noticed a sense of hesitance from the fellow Brit, and she came up behind her as they locked eyes through the mirror.
'It's ok; you don't have to pretend to me.' Georgie spoke softly as she put a reassuring hand on the Diva's shoulder.
'Maybe I'm a little nervous.' Saraya admitted quietly, her eyes downcast.
'You deserve this, Saraya.' Georgie insisted, making her smile with gratitude.
'Thanks.'
'I'm gonna go check on the guys.' Georgie said as she headed towards the door.
'See ya in a bit.' Saraya chimed as she laced up her boots.
Georgie made her way through the hallway and towards the separate locker room that the guys were using. Hunter thought it would be appropriate if Regal, Barri, Nev and Stu would have their own locker room for their debut for tonight to help get them in the right mind set. Very few of the roster knew about the details of their debut, only those that would be directly involved since there would be several ambushes throughout the night.
Stu answered the door, stepping aside and allowing Georgie to enter. Looking around the room, she could only see Stu who was standing beside her and Barri who was sitting on the bench.
'How is everyone feeling?' She asked both men.
'I've got heartburn. I knew I shouldn't have had that curry earlier.' Stu muttered, clutching his chest whilst Barri remained silent.
'That's not what I meant. You excited, Barri?'
'Oh I'm fucking grand. We're about to debut our stable, it's the most important night of our lives and Nev is vomiting in the toilet.' The Welshman groaned in frustration as Stu chuckled.
'Oh dear. Is he ill?' Georgie frowned.
'Nah, he's just shitting a brick.' Stu shrugged as he swigged his bottle of water.
'The nerves must be getting to him. The biggest audience he's had is NXT; this is totally new to him.' Georgie spoke with concern.
'Well he better get over it soon, we're first up!' Barri exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
She smiled at the men known as Mason Ryan and Wade Barrett and couldn't believe how much time had past since she first pitched the stable way back in April during Wrestlemania season. Adrian 'Nev' Neville had been the only one, along with Saraya who hadn't made an appearance on a main show yet and was the most inexperienced of the group but arguably the most talented. The rise of NXT had increased their profile and Paige and Adrian Neville were the two most popular on that roster, so it was only a matter of time before they were both bumped up.
The silence was broken by Regal emerging from the bathroom in full ring gear and a smirk on his face.
'I've just spoken some sense into the boy. He'll be fine.'
'Nice one, Regal. Come on Baz, let's go get some tape.' Stu announced clapping his hands together in enthusiasm as he led Barri out the room.
Georgie took a seat where Barri had just perched and observed Regal as he laced up his boots.
'Is he really ok?' She asked the older Brit as he did some stretches.
'He'll be fine, trust me.' He answered quietly.
She watched on as he smirked at himself in the mirror, trying out different poses and changes in his facial expressions. Her mind wondered to Regal and who he was. She'd grown close to the others over her time in WWE, especially during her time in NXT but Regal had always remained an enigma to her. He was loved and respected by everyone, but he always kept to himself and didn't give too much away. It reminded her of herself when she first moved to America.
'What's your name? I mean your real name.' Georgie asked, causing no reaction from Regal.
'William Regal.' He stated flatly, not looking away from the mirror.
'Come on…'
He sighed, turning away from the mirror and into her eye line. After a brief pause he finally spoke, his accent thicker and northern than usual.
'Darren Matthews.'
Georgie smiled, and pondered for a moment before finally speaking. 'Hmm… You don't look like a Darren.'
'I'll take that as a compliment considering how much I hate that name.' He smirked before turning back to the mirror and resuming his scowling.
'Does anyone actually call you Darren?'
'Only the missus and my family back home.'
'Is it weird going by a ring name all the time?'
'Nah. I've been William Regal half my life. It's just as part of my identity as the name I was born with. The kids here are different though. They like to separate the ring and real life. But then if it keeps them more grounded than good for them.' He shrugged before turning away from the mirror and putting on his ring jacket.
It was no secret that Regal had his share of demons over the years. He's been in trouble several times for drug and alcohol abuse, and now took pride in his locker room leader status for the rookies at NXT. One of his aims was for the youngsters to learn from his mistakes, and was always generous with his time and worldly advice. Being a perceptive man, Regal always took note of others around him.
Georgie was about to respond when Nev emerged from the bathroom, jumping with excitement and enthusiasm.
'Right. I'm ready to go.'
'You sure about that, Nev? You're looking a tad green.' Georgie commented.
'I swear to God pet, you better not breathe a word of this to folk at NXT. I'll never live it down.' Nev strained as Georgie chuckled.
'Well….'
'Especially not to Corey fucking Graves. He's such a pisstake.' He whined causing Georgie to laugh even harder.
'Don't worry about NXT. Just focus on tonight.' Regal commanded with his authoritarian yet calming tone.
Georgie's pager beeped, informing her that it was time for the first appearance of the night and Nev and Barri were needed in Gorilla within the next 10 minutes.
'It's Showtime, fellas.'
The following morning was rough for everyone. The new stable dubbed 'Rule Britannia' had celebrated in fashion, going from bar to bar in Boston. Georgie left the gang in an Irish bar fairly early to sneak off for a rendezvous with Punk at her hotel room, whilst the other's carried on drinking until the early hours. Saraya had left early to travel with Summer whilst Stu, Barri and Regal made their way out of the city because they were fed up of waiting around for Georgie and Nev. The latter was so hung over he missed his wake up call whilst Georgie was running late from a being preoccupied with Punk before he snuck on his tour bus. Realising that he was on his own, he knocked on Georgie's door minutes after Punk had left and begged to ride with her because he was still far too over the limit to drive. Unfortunately the rental car Georgie hired wouldn't start, leaving them both stranded at the hotel car park. The rest of Nev's team mates were long gone, along with Punk's bus so it was up to the two of them to try and get to Long Island, the next location for tonight's Raw.
'The rental company are on their way, but they don't have another available car for hours!' Georgie informed an incensed Nev who'd just got off the phone himself.
'That's bollocks! We need to get going now.' He yelled in despair, his hangover getting worse by the minute.
'How did you get on with the airline?'
'Their next available flight for Long Island isn't for another 6 hours.' Nev groaned putting his head in his hands.
'We'll never make it on time. What about getting a flight to New York instead?'
'Tried that, there are flights but they're delayed.'
'What airline is it?' Georgie asked.
'United.'
'Oh fuck that, we could be waiting for days!' She exclaimed throwing her arms in the air.
'We need to get to Long Island somehow.' Nev muttered.
'I'm thinking…' She sighed.
'We could ask to ride with them.' Nev pointed to the other end of the car park.
Georgie's stomach dropped when she saw in the distance the silhouettes of three very muscular men loading their luggage into a car. She didn't need to get a closer look to recognise them; the deep booming laugh that she knew from long ago caught her attention immediately. The Shield. Jon.
'Not a chance.' Georgie spoke firmly.
'Why not? You're not scared are you?' Nev chuckled.
'Don't be ridiculous. I write their storylines.' Georgie huffed, folding her arms and turning away from the sight of The Shield boys laughing carelessly.
'Well, we don't seem to have a lot of options do we?'
She looked over again and couldn't help but smile at Jon and Colby's play fighting whilst Joe shook his head with disapproval. She loved watching Jon laugh, especially seeing as he was so far removed from the unhinged 'Dean Ambrose' character he portrayed so well. It was only then that she realised how much she missed seeing him in this way, relaxed and caught off guard.
'I'm gonna go over and ask nicely if they let us ride with them.' Nev spoke, breaking Georgie's train of thought.
'What am I gonna do?' She asked.
'Stand there and look pretty. Pout a little; give off some 'damsel in distress' vibe, which should help.' Nev winked as he walked towards the guys.
'Jog on, knob head.' She called after him before leaning on the rental and watching the action unfold. She could see Nev approaching the three guys and them all turning to look at Georgie in unison. Her cheeks flamed as Jon eyed her up and down, whilst Joe smiled at her sympathetically. Colby gave Nev a playful shove as Jon lit up a cigarette and gestured towards Georgie. Before she knew it Colby, Joe and Nev were walking towards her whilst Jon remained smoking his cigarette. Nev approached with a smug smirk on his face, whilst Joe smiled at her warmly.
'Hey Georgie. Let me take that.' The Samoan said, gesturing at her luggage by her feet.
'Thanks, Joe.' Georgie blushed.
Joe and Colby took an equal load of Georgie's luggage, leaving her with nothing to carry. Nev huffed as he scrambled with his own cases, pouting petulantly.
'I'll carry the lady's luggage but you can get your own, rookie.' Colby chuckled to Nev as he followed Joe towards the trio's car.
They walked in silence as Nev trailed behind them, dragging his cases and cursing under his breath much to the amusement of Georgie. She smiled shyly at Jon as they finally reached their car, putting her luggage in the trunk.
'Morning.'
Jon smirked at the Brit as he flicked his cigarette away, looking from Georgie to Nev who had finally caught up. His clear blue eyes were unreadable, but his lips curved into a devious smile.
'Morning Jon.' She breathed.
'I shotgun front.' Joe announced, causing Jon's stare to break from Georgie and to the bigger man.
'I already shotgun front!' Jon grumbled.
'Yeah but circumstances have now changed. I'm the biggest and Colby is driving. So I'm going in the front and the three of you are in the back.' Joe ordered whilst climbing in the front seat.
'Georgie in the middle.' Nev announced, causing a glare from the writer.
'What? You're the smallest!' The Geordie protested, shrugging his shoulders whilst Colby chuckled as he got in the driver's seat.
'You're hardly Andre the Giant!' She scoffed.
'I'm still bigger than you!'
'Come on children, let's hit the road.' Colby hollered from the front seat.
Georgie silently obeyed, climbing in the middle seat as she observed Jon entering the car from the other side. She sat and waited as Nev shuffled up next to her. She didn't look, but she could feel Jon's presence as he brushed next to her. She stopped breathing momentarily, and when she did intake breath her nostrils were filled by the delicious familiar scent of the man she once loved.
'It's a bit of a tight squeeze, eh?' Nev joked.
She felt the blush creep up her neck as she squirmed by the closeness of her and Jon. She stole a quick glance to see him burying his face with his baseball cap and leaning back on the seat.
'Wake me up when we get there.'
It was going to be a long journey.
'Would you rather…. be half your height or double your weight?'
Georgie asked Nev as he contemplated his answer. They had been playing 'Would You Rather' for awhile whilst Jon slept peacefully beside the Brit.
'It would be pretty unfortunate for Nev to be half his height! There's barely anything of him now!' Colby sniggered causing Joe to chuckle loudly.
'Jog on, pal!' Nev retorted in his thick Geordie accent.
'Easy there, rookie. Remember you're riding with the big boys right now.' Joe warned from the front seat in a playful tone as Georgie cleared her throat at his remark.
'Eh hum.'
'And Georgie, of course.' Joe turned and winked at the woman in question.
'What will it be, Nev?' She asked. He took a long pause before finally responding.
'I'd go with being half my height, because I couldn't do the amazing move sets that I'm known for in the ring if I was a lardy arse.'
'Amazing move sets?' Colby mocked.
'I am the man the gravity forgot.' Nev proclaimed proudly.
'You're the man the growth spurt forgot.' Joe ribbed, causing a ferocious laughter from his driving team mate.
'Not everyone can be a 6 foot something Samoan brute.' Nev muttered sourly.
'Don't worry Nev, you're still my hero.' Georgie smiled sweetly at her fellow Brit.
'Thanks, pet.'
'Yeah but she likes my hair better.' Joe smirked.
Nev gave her a questioning look, in which she merely shrugged in response. Joe laughed even harder before turning back and facing the road ahead. Nev sat deep in thought before asking a question of his own.
'Ok, it's my turn. Seth Rollins. Would you rather have sex with a donkey like, and no one know bout it…. Or not have sex with the donkey but everyone thinks you done it?'
'Oooooh!' Georgie laughed.
'Donkey?' Colby asked perplexed.
'I was the first thing that popped into my head.' Nev laughed.
'I can't answer that, dude.' The two toned wrestler cringed, shaking his head.
'Answer it, Colby!' Joe urged.
'What would you do?!' Colby asked his team mate.
'Not my question not my problem.' He laughed.
'I can't have the world thinking I had sex with a donkey.' Colby exclaimed in horror.
'So you'd shag it then to save face?' Georgie quipped, now highly amused by the exchange.
'I didn't say that.'
'It's either one or the other. Shag and no one knows. Don't shag and everyone thinks you did.' Georgie spoke trying to suppress her growing laughter.
'A shag is a shag at the end of the day, man.' Nev piped up, a wide grin plastered across his face.
'It's a fucking donkey, douche bag!' Colby snapped, gripping at the steering wheel.
'I'm sure you've had worse back in your Indy days.' Joe chimed, causing Colby to recoil in horror.
'Says who?'
'I wasn't gonna mention it, but Jon told me a few stories.' Joe shrugged as Colby's distain grew.
'He what?! What did he say?'
'You'll have to ask him when he wakes up!' Joe teased, biting the inside of his cheek.
'Answer the question, Colby.' Nev urged.
'Fine. I'll bang the donkey. Are you happy now?' Colby snapped, his tone incensed with irritation.
'Not really man, that's pretty grim.' Nev chuckled heartedly.
'Fuck you guys. We're playing another game.' Colby pouted whilst Joe struggled to contain his enjoyment.
'I Spy?' Georgie suggested.
'God no…' Joe mumbled.
'Fuzzy Duck?' Nev offered.
'Fuzzy what?' Colby asked confused.
'It doesn't work when you're sober.' Georgie pointed out to her fellow Brit.
'Fair point.'
'How about I Never?'
The sleepy deep voice of Jon broke the silence in the car. Georgie glanced to see him stirring from his sleep and stretching before taking off his hat and ruffling up his hair. She tried not to look too long, but she couldn't keep her eyes away from how damn appealing he looked as he emerged from his sleep. He Georgie looking at him, and gave her a cocky wink for good nature. It was only then that she realised what he said, bringing up I Never. She knew that wasn't a coincidence mentioning the game they once played and the memory they shared.
'When did you wake up?' Nev asked the United States Champion.
'It's hard to sleep with all this racket about having sex with donkeys.' Jon retorted dryly.
'That conversation is never leaving this car.' Colby snapped in the driver's seat.
'Hey, man each to their own and all that.' Jon sniggered, catching a smirk from Joe in the front.
'Hilarious.' Colby muttered bitterly.
'So, I Never?' Jon repeated looking straight at Georgie as she squirmed in her seat.
'We can't play that, it's a drinking game and it would be pretty pointless right now.' She spoke dismissively, looking away from Jon and at Nev for guidance.
'True.' Nev nodded, none the wiser about the secret innuendo between the former lovers.
'Jon. What exactly have you been telling Joe about my Indy days?' Colby demanded, unable to disguise the ire in his voice.
'Don't know what ya talking about.' Jon shrugged, clearly still distracted by the woman sitting next to him.
'Bullshit.'
'He really doesn't. I was just messing with you, calling your bluff. However, judging by your reaction it looks like you've got something to hide! Fess up, Lopez!' Joe laughed, as the others joined him.
'Yeah Colby, what happened at Ring of Honor?' Nev teased.
'Don't tempt me to crash this car and take you all with me.'
They had been on the road for a couple of hours now, and were not long away from their destination. At some point Georgie had nodded off and ended up with her head buried in his chest and her arms clutching his t-shirt. He had relaxed into her embrace wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she slept against his chest.
'Look at Jon, cuddling up next to the chick on the back seat.' Colby quipped from the front, earning a frown from Jon.
'You two look adorable together.' Joe teased, turning round to smirk at the pair.
'Screw you guys.' Jon grumbled, tightening his grip on Georgie's waist.
'You're looking pretty cosy back there. Who knows, maybe you might actually have a conversation some time.' Colby teased, winking at Joe who was laughing next to him.
'Yeah Jon. Why don't you guys ever talk to each other? She's a pretty cool chick you know.'
'I'm sure.' Jon muttered dryly.
'She's pretty hot too, like!' Nev nodded.
'Oh she's not Jon's type though is she? You prefer the skanks!' Joe mocked causing Jon to glare out the window.
'Yeah, I don't think Georgie would go for a piece of trash like you anyway Ambrose.' Colby chuckled.
'Whatever you say, bro.' Jon sighed, choosing not to rise to the bait.
'Don't forget his ugly ass has all the fan girls.' Joe laughed.
Jon threw a paper cup at the back of the Samoan's head, which spurned their laughter further. He felt Georgie start to stir in his arms, and he spoke sternly in a hushed voice to the guys.
'Shut up assholes, she's waking up.'
She sighed softly, before slowly lifting her head from his chest. When she opened her sleepy eyes she could feel his arms wrapped around her waist, and blushed furiously at them being in such an intimate embrace in front of a car full of people.
'Hi.'
'Hey.' He replied softly.
'Sorry.' She murmured as she released the hold of his t-shirt.
'Anytime, Sunshine.' He smirked, speaking loud enough for the guys to hear. Joe glanced Colby mouthing 'Sunshine?' in question, who shrugged in response.
'Are we there yet?' Georgie yawned, sitting up and slowly pulling herself away from Jon's warm touch.
'We're about 20 minutes away from Long Island.' Colby responded, checking his Sat Nav.
'Sweet.' Nev responded, smiling at Georgie. She kept her eyes on the Geordie, but she knew Jon was looking at her. She could always feel the burn of his gaze, like it penetrated her skin with every stare.
The following night after the Smackdown taping in Uncasville, Georgie found herself at a posh restaurant with the Bella twins, Nattie, Lillian Garcia, Maryse and Stephanie McMahon. It had been the twin's birthday three days prior, and they had celebrated with their respected partners, but Stephanie had organised a late girls dinner for after the Smackdown taping. Georgie had recently become quite friendly with the twins, mostly because of her strong friendships with both their partners. She hadn't seen Punk properly since their liaison after Survivor Series, but she knew he was waiting for her to finish dinner and join him on his bus. She made a special effort tonight, purchasing a new deep blue cocktail dress whilst she was in Long Island the day before, hoping to wow Punk when she would eventually see him later. Truth be told she couldn't wait to get this dinner over with, as she was bored discussing Brie's wedding plans and Nikki's determination to tie John down.
'So, have you guys set a date yet?' Lillian asked Brie, referring to the wedding between her and Bryan.
'We're looking at after Wrestlemania.' Brie smiled, tucking into her salad.
'I'm so excited!' Nikki exclaimed taking a swig of her white wine.
'Are you gonna be next, Nikki?' Stephanie asked the more outgoing twin.
'I'm working on it. But John is adamant that he won't ever be getting married again.' Nikki sighed, prodding her salmon with her fork.
'They all say that, I'm sure he'll change his mind eventually.' Maryse spoke in her thick French accent.
'Well if he doesn't I'll just have to find myself another wrestler so I can be apart of the Superstar wives club.' Nikki laughed, gesturing at the ladies around her at the table.
'If you weren't with John who would take your fancy?' Nattie asked Nikki out of curiosity.
'Tough question.' She admitted as she pondered her answer.
'She's already had Dolph Ziggler.' Brie blurted out, already feeling tipsy on the effects of too much wine.
'Thank you for pointing that out, Brianna.' Nikki spoke dryly to her sister.
'Really?' Georgie asked, unaware of this revelation.
'Me and Nick were a thing ages ago. It ended amicably.' Nikki brushed off casually.
'So fess up Nicole, who would you get with if you weren't with John?' Brie pressed her sister who thought deeply about her answer.
'Hmmm…. I guess I always thought Randy Orton was pretty sexy.' Nikki smirked whilst Lillian and Maryse nodded in agreement.
'Everybody does. Those abs…' Maryse purred.
'Not for me.' Georgie thought out loud.
'Alright Georgie, who floats your boat then?' Nikki asked in a snigger.
'No one.'
'I agree with Georgie, Randy doesn't do it for me either.' Brie announced a bit too loudly, whilst giving the Brit a supportive smile.
'Really, Brie. Who does?' Maryse asked.
'Bryan of course.' Brie spoke defiantly, making Nattie smile sweetly at her as Nikki rolled her eyes.
'Come on, sis. If you weren't with Bryan who would you be checking out?'
'I only have eyes for my future husband.' Brie beamed.
'Look, we'll all do it. We're all spoken for, right?' Nikki announced as Georgie coughed at her remark.
'Except you Georgie. We'll all go round and confess our secret wrestling crushes. Starting with you sis, the bride to be since I've already said mine.'
'Fine. I guess back in the day I may have had a little thing for Jeff Hardy.' Brie admitted shyly
'Interesting.' Stephanie smirked.
'I can see that.' Georgie smiled.
'But no one compares to my Bryan.' Brie proclaimed proudly.
'Obviously.' Nikki sniggered.
'What about you, Nattie?' Brie asked the Canadian wrestler. She thought about her response for a moment before making her confession.
'I had the hots for Edge for ages when I was in developmental.'
'Really? Edge?' Stephanie asked the blonde.
'The funny thing is Adam now a really good friend and more like a brother than anything else.' Nattie chuckled.
'I can see the appeal.' Lillian smiled at Nattie who was sitting next to her.
'I preferred it before he cut his hair.' Maryse quipped, a look of boredom read all over her face.
'Ok, Steph your turn.' Nikki, the instigator pointed at her boss.
'Alright. But you all promise that this doesn't leave this table.'
'Sure.' Brie replied.
'Promise, boss lady.' Nikki grinned.
'Ok. It was a long time ago back in 99, way before me and Paul got together. But when he first started I had a real crush on Chris Jericho.' Stephanie admitted after a pregnant pause, blushing furiously at her admission as the girls looked on in disbelief.
'What?!'
'Seriously?'
'He has such a wicked sense of humour and I just thought he was the coolest, you know?' She elaborated shyly.
'That's cute.' Brie giggled whilst the rest of the table were stunned in silence.
'If my husband finds out about this then you're all fired.' Stephanie warned in jest whilst the girls laughed in response.
'On that note, Lilly you're up.' Nikki instructed the ring announcer.
'It's no secret how I feel about The Rock. Even my husband knows.' Lillian admitted freely.
'You did have great on screen chemistry.' Stephanie recalled fondly.
'Dwayne is such a flirt. Trust me he's like that with everyone.' Lillian laughed as the girls around the table nodded in agreement, except Georgie who was yet to have the pleasure of meeting Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson.
'Georgie?' Brie asked the writer.
'Huh?'
'Your secret wrestling crush?' She asked again.
'I don't have any.'
'Come on as if we believe that. You must have a guilty pleasure.' Nikki snorted as Georgie shook her head.
'Is it Jericho?' Nattie asked.
'No! It's not like that, he's just my favourite.' Georgie protested, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation.
'I'm not buying it. You must have had a little thing for at least someone.' Brie giggled, spilling her wine slight as she went for another sip.
Georgie pondered on her answer as she took a sip of red wine. There's no way she could get out of giving an answer, not when everyone else was participating. She couldn't say Punk, and the thought of mentioning Jon was even less appealing. She thought about the former wrestlers that she found attractive that she could use in this game. That way there would be little chance of bumping into them and having an embarrassing encounter.
'I suppose so. I always thought Batista was a bit of alright.'
'Big Dave!' Nikki clapped.
'Yeah he's hot!' Maryse licked her lips.
'He's huge!' Lillian commented.
'He's alright I guess.' Georgie shrugged, avoiding the gaze of those around the table.
'You're blushing Georgie.' Stephanie teased.
'Alright, moving on.' Georgie ordered, gesturing at Maryse the only one who hadn't answered.
'Moi?'
'Yes Maryse, other than Mike who would you have your eye on?' Nattie asked the French Canadian and fiancé of The Miz. She took a swig of her expensive wine and stated her answer confidently, flicking her hair over her shoulder in the process.
'I think CM Punk is sexy.'
Georgie almost choked on her drink at the mention of her lover whilst Nikki burst out into a roaring laughter.
'You're kidding?!' Nattie asked in shock.
'What, you don't agree?'
'Yeah but he's like the polar opposite of your shiny polished fiancé.' Nattie laughed.
'Exactly. The whole bad boy anti authority thing is kinda hot sometimes.' Maryse pouted, as Brie chuckled.
'I disagree.' Stephanie muttered bitterly at the mention of Punk.
'I see it.' Brie admitted.
'I guess.' Georgie agreed quietly, hoping the subject would be dropped soon.
'Well you're not alone Maryse. He's had his fair share of Diva's over the years.' Nikki smirked much to Georgie's interest.
'Really?' The Brit asked.
'Didn't you know? He's got a serious reputation for being a player.' The twin informed the writer who shook her head in response.
'Yeah for some reason the girls really dig Punk.' Lillian agreed.
'It's the tattoos.' Maryse licked her lips.
Georgie became distracted by the conversation by the sound of her phone beeping. She pulled her phone out and let out in involuntary cough at the message she received.
Punk: Very nice! X
The first message was in response to the selfie she had sent to him in her cocktail dress earlier just before she left for dinner. It was the next message that made her cheeks flush and her body temperature rise.
Punk: I'm waiting, Dollface. ;-) X
With that message was a very sexy photo of Punk lying on his bed wearing nothing but tight black boxer shorts and his signature smirk. Downing her glass of wine, she put her phone away before anyone saw and made a note to try and escape dinner so she could enjoy more than just a cheeky picture message.
Later that night Georgie found her tangled up with Punk, in his bed on his tour bus. Kofi was home for a few days, so Punk decided to utilise the privacy and waited for Georgie to finish her dinner with the girls so she could sneak on the bus. She declined drinks with the girls, instead got a taxi straight to the bus in secret to be with the Chicagoan. Within seconds he was on her with a sense of passionate urgency as her expensive cocktail dress ended up thrown over the coffee machine in the kitchenette.
Lying on his heaving chest, her finger circling his colourful tattoo as she thought out loud.
'What made you come knocking on my door that night?' She asked lazily as he barely reacted due to his thumping heart overwhelming his hearing.
'Huh?'
'That night in Buffalo. Battlefield night. You know?' She asked again, lifting her head to see the sparkle of an amusement in his olive eyes.
'Oh the night you barely even looked at me, and then was a total bitch in the hallway?' He asked dryly, recalling the memory of that night.
'Yeah. Why did you come to my room after that?' She spoke seriously, ignoring his playful dig.
'I know what Amy said to you. I wanted to put it straight.' He shrugged.
'So you're not soul mates then?' She asked, the bitterness in her tone betraying her.
'She's an old friend, and she means a lot to me. But we won't ever be getting back together. We're better off as friends.' He sighed, hoping that that his response would be enough for her.
She felt satisfied in regards to Amy, but ignore something that was said during diner with the girls earlier. She debated about how she was to approach the subject, before deciding just to have out with it
'So… I heard you've got quite the track record with the Diva's.' She spoke in a small voice as he chuckled in response.
'Ah here it comes…'
'What?!'
'I was wondering when this conversation would happen.' He spoke dryly, raising his eyebrows at her.
'What? It's not my fault you've got a reputation.' She pouted, lightly smacking his chest as he laughed harder.
They lay in silence for a moment as she waited for his response. She began to feel anxious about what he would say, but wasn't kept waiting for very long.
'It's not all true, you know? Some of them really are just rumours.' He sighed, circling her wrist which lay on his chest.
'Like who?'
'There's nothing between me and April. Never had a thing with Kelly Kelly either.' He scoffed.
Georgie made a mental note to find out who this Kelly Kelly person was. Her mind wracked with other potential Diva's that could have caught Punk's affections at some point.
'So who else other than Lita?' She asked trying to come across as casual as possible.
'Before that, it was Beth.' Punk shrugged, earning a blank stare from Georgie. She looked at him puzzled before he sighed and spoke again.
'Beth Phoenix?' He repeated.
She looked up deep in thought, wondering who Beth Phoenix was when the penny dropped and she finally got a visual in her head.
'Oh.'
'You seem surprised.' Punk smiled, as Georgie shrugged.
'No, it's just…. She's so hench.' She said, choosing her words carefully but unable to do so.
'She was so boring.' He groaned at the memory.
'Anyone else?' She asked almost immediately.
'Well, there was Amy round one. And Maria before that. And a few in between.' He yawned casually.
She sighed at how vague he was being, whilst wondering who this 'Maria' he was referring to. He reminded herself to get on Google the following day, when Punk's voice broke her thoughts.
'What about you?'
'Huh?'
'Come on, Dollface. Don't think I don't know about those NXT rumours.' He chuckled dryly, but his eyes darkened at the question he presented.
'What rumours?!' She asked, her voice raising several octaves.
'Corey Graves spending the night at your house, in your room…' He mocked, as she raised herself from his chest to look straight at him.
'He was on vomit duty! He was a gentleman. Plus he's got a thing with Saraya.' She insisted.
'And you were Chris Hero's date for the Hall of Fame.' He teased.
'He used me to make his ex jealous.' She pouted.
'Uh-hmm.'
She stuck her tongue out at him petulantly before lying back down on his chest and snuggling in the crook in his neck.
'And there's no truth to the 'you and Cena' thing?' He asked in jest, knowing there was no truth to his question but out of pure enjoyment of winding her up.
'No, that was a rumour fabricated by you.' She huffed, feeling the rumble of laughter in his chest knowing that she was playing into his hands.
'So nothing's happened with anyone in the company?' He asked his tone less playful and more sombre.
She thought for several moments for her response. If she said no she would be outright lying to him, which she didn't want to do. However she was simply not ready to discus her past with Jon, especially since there was this feeling of unfinished business between them. Jon had been her big secret, bigger than the secret liaisons she was currently having with the Straight Edge Superstar. Plus she was very concerned over Punk's reaction if he ever did find out. She didn't want him to think differently about her. Deciding to take the easy way out, she shyly shook her head but avoided his intense gaze.
'I guess you think you're squeaky clean, eh?' He asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrow at her.
'I don't think that.' She said quietly.
'No. No, you're not. Cos you're here with me.' He told her in his low and husky voice before wrapping his arms around her and rolling her on to her back. As his lips attacked hers, she forgot all about Jon and the other women in his past and just concentrated on the overwhelming feeling of physical desire and emotional longing every time their lips met.
Stuck at a meeting in the Creative board room at headquarters in Stanford, Georgie tried to stay awake as Stephanie McMahon talked buy rates and the next PPV, TLC. She'd flown straight from Chicago after spending the weekend with Punk, tucked away in his townhouse. It was the first week of December, and they had now been messing around in secret for a couple of months. Although she never spoke of it, she couldn't deny to herself that she was developing real feelings for the Straight Edge Superstar. However she wasn't quite ready to give in to her feelings and confess especially since Punk had not made his own feelings clear.
His thoughts were interrupted by Stephanie snapping her out of her daydream and into the present.
'Ok, the final part of the agenda is Royal Rumble on January 26th. We've already decided on surprise entrants. Kevin Nash…'
'What a surprise.' Georgie mumbled so low under her breath that no one caught her as Stephanie continued.
'…Alexander Rusev from NXT, Sheamus and Christian are returning from injury and JBL is going to do a brief stint.'
'Who's winning the Rumble?' Georgie asked abruptly; keen to find out who would be victorious and bored of the current direction of the Rumble discussion.
'We'll get to that in a minute. First, I have some top secret information. We've just signed a former WWE champion, who will be making his long awaited return at the Royal Rumble. Dave Batista!' Stephanie announced proudly.
'Of course it is…' Georgie mumbled.
She flushed from the memory of her conversation with the girl's days earlier, as Stephanie gave her a wink in recognition. The writers in the room all murmured in agreement over the idea of Batista's return.
'We're not making the announcement yet, but his return date is January 20th. He will be a participant in the actual Rumble. None of the talent is currently aware of this by the way.' Stephanie informed all business in her tone.
'So….Who's winning the Rumble?' Georgie repeated with a hint of impatience in her voice.
'After a long deliberation, we've decided on Batista. We're setting it up for a Randy Orton Vs Batista Wrestlemania main event.' Stephanie stated confidently, causing a chorus of vocal agreement amongst the writers.
'Good choice.' Someone quipped, causing Georgie's ire to rise.
'That's bullshit!' She blurted out without second thought, causing gasps of horror amongst the group.
'Georgie!' Dave Kapoor the Raw head writer scorned Georgie whilst Stephanie sat back as the shocked in her face was quickly replaced by amusement.
'No, no. If you've got something to say, then lets here it.' The young McMahon challenged.
Silence descended in the room, as Georgie looked around whilst she pondered on her answer. Looking at the horrified faces of the respectable middle aged writers, it became apparent to her that people didn't tend to rock the boat in the board room. Knowing that she couldn't be anything but true to herself, she thought carefully about how she would pull apart the planned booking for the Royal Rumble.
'It's just…well…. First of all, Orton Vs Batista? People are gonna be bored of that, they've seen that before.' Georgie stuttered as doubt and regret sunk in the pit of her stomach.
'And what would you propose?' Stephanie smirked.
'Something fresh, something new. I get the nostalgia of bringing someone back, but the talent of the locker room now is enough to carry a Wrestlemania main event. Look at how popular Bryan and Punk are.' Georgie stated with more confidence as she did prior.
'Noted.' Stephanie nodded, but her subtle eye rolling at his mention of both Bryan and Punk did not go unnoticed by the young writer.
'And Batista winning the Rumble? Really?' She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in abandonment. The other writers looked on, hanging on to every word the two women were exchanging.
'Batista was a very popular superstar.' Stephanie scoffed as she waved her arm dismissively.
'Yeah, was. But he's nowhere near as popular as some right now and you know it.' Georgie urged, her voice getting louder and more forceful.
'But-'
'He hasn't had a match in how long and he just swoops in and wins the Rumble? People are gonna go ape shit, and not in a good way.' She ranted, not noticing the frustration in her boss' face as she sighed in response.
'I disagree. Batista has more star quality than Bryan and Punk. He draws more.'
'Are you kidding me?! That's crap!' Georgie yelled in ire causing Dave to shift next to the Brit and growl in her ear.
'Georgie, shut u-'
'Is that what you suits think?' She shrieked, pointing her finger round the table in accusation.
'How long is this company gonna keep down are best talent, huh? Why don't we talk about Ziggler while we're at it?' She exclaimed bitterly, earning looks of strong disapproval from the wide eyed writers.
'Let's not. I think you've made your point quite clear.' Stephanie snapped, shuffling her paperwork on the table. More silence followed, as the young Brit became less confident about her outburst by the second.
'Georgie, I will take your… suggestions into consideration. We'll revert back to the Royal Rumble next week. You can all leave, except Georgie.' Stephanie spoke sternly.
Georgie shrunk back in her seat as the writers couldn't get out of the room quick enough. She waited with baited breath as Stephanie shut the door behind her after the last writer exited. What the McMahon didn't see was the last writer to leave, Kevin giving Georgie a cut throat gesture not unlike the Undertaker's signature expression. Her stomach dropped as Stephanie slowly walked back towards the table and took a seat opposite.
'I like you, Georgie. And I think you're exceptional at your job. But it was like having CM Punk in the board room just now.' She frowned making Georgie squirm in her seat.
'I apologise for my conduct Step-'
'I mean, you talked just like him back there! Is he brainwashing you?' She blurted, her outburst making Georgie worry even more.
'Of course not.' She insisted, but it fell on deaf ears.
'It's no secret he resents me and my family.' Stephanie muttered bitterly.
'I wouldn't go that far…'
Stephanie sighed; her eyes softened along with the tone in her voice as she finally spoke carefully after a painful pause.
'Just… try not to be taken in by it all. Although my dad likes him, I think he's nothing but trouble. I don't want him influencing good people.'
'Sure.'
Although initially relieved that she wouldn't be getting in trouble for her antics, the repercussions of her actions began to sink in. She'd managed to force Creative to re-think their stance on the popularity of the talent, and hopefully steered them away from the original booking for the Rumble. But at what cost? There was one thing for sure, though. There was no chance Georgie could go public with her relationship with Punk. And there was no way she could tell him why.
Coming up; Punk tells Colt about Georgie, it's Christmas time and Georgie meets Batista. Mega awks.