Monday 23rd April
''So, they've called the whole thing off?''
''Looks that way.''
''That sucks, man.''
It was Thursday and they were at the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit for the Raw supershow. Alexa was reading a book, propped up against the wall on one side of the locker room, while Jon and Phil were deep in conversation on the other side.
Jon's potential feud with Mick Foley had just been scrapped, much to the man's displeasure.
They had been effectively building it up using Twitter, some of Jon's tweets had contained thinly veiled threats to him and his family; implying that he wanted to make his kids become homeless and orphans. The dirt sheets were reporting that Mick was pissed off with the comments and asked Jon to stop, which he didn't, which is why Mick called everything off.
They were only half right.
Mick did have a problem with the tweets directed towards his family, texting Jon and asking him to stop. He didn't, and continued to mention his family in a few more of his tweets. What Mick wasn't aware of, was that Jon was working on the UK tour and his phone wasn't receiving any texts. So, none-the-wiser, he continued tweeting and working the feud on Twitter. As soon as he arrived back in the States, he immediately deleted the tweets and apologized profusely to Mick. Everything was fine and the feud was still supposed to happen.
That was, until Mick failed all his impact tests. The doctors basically told him he should never wrestle again. He then went to his own doctors for a second opinion, only to be told the same thing.
Both men were beyond disappointed.
Alexa gave Jon a sympathetic look as he and Phil continued their conversation in the corner of the room. Putting down her book, she rose to her feet and moved over to the pair. ''I'm going to head to catering and grab a drink, you guys want anything?''
''No, thanks.''
Jon smiled, shaking his head. ''Nah, I'm good.''
''I won't be long.''
''I don't see you for, like, a year... now you're popping up everywhere. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were stalking me.''
''Just making sure you don't forget about me.'' Adam teased before he pulled her into a quick hug.
''How could I ever forget about you?'' Alexa gasped mockingly. ''You know you're my... third favourite Canadian.''
''You know...'' He leaned forward, speaking in a hushed tone. ''Chris and Jay aren't here, you can say I'm your favourite now.''
''Oh, I'd forgotten about Jay. Guess that means you're down to fourth.''
''Who's the other one?''
''Justin Bieber.'' She deadpanned.
Adam glared down at her. ''You're dead to me.''
Thirty minutes later, a promise to get back to Adam with a revised list and a water bottle in hand, she was just a few feet away from the locker room when she bumped into someone as the exited one of the rooms.
Looking up, the apology on her tongue vanished and her eyes turned stony. ''Randy.''
''Hey, Lex.'' He spoke softly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ''I've been meaning to speak to you...''
''This should be good.'' Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest. ''What insults have you got for me this time?''
''Uh...'' Randy opened his mouth to reply but quickly closed it again, pausing so he could drink in her appearance.
Despite the anger in her eyes, which was understandable, she looked just as stunning as ever. Her hair had grown out since he last saw her, falling down to the middle of her back with a slight curl. She had yet to visit the make-up department, her face completely bare, letting her natural beauty shine through. His eyes scanned approvingly over the skin-tight jeans that covered her curves before lifting, moving past the simple white tank top she wore and moving back to her face. He couldn't help but notice an area of redness on the side of her neck, his eyes narrowing when he realized what it was.
''Well? Get on with it, I've got things to do.''
Swallowing down the sudden jealousy he felt that another man had touched what had once been 'his', he looked her in the eye. ''I just want to apologize, for real, this time.'' Seeing she was about to protest, he quickly cut her off. '' Please. Just listen, okay? I know I don't deserve anything from you, let alone your forgiveness... but I am sorry. For everything I did and everything I said. I'm sorry.''
Alexa looked at him with utter disdain. ''You can apologize all you want, Randy, but your words mean nothing to me anymore.''
''I understand that you're mad. I don't blame you. I just... I know we're never going to be friends again, but can we at least agree to be civil to each other at work?''
''If you really want me to believe your weak-ass apology, then do me a favour?''
''Name it.''
''Just... stay away from me.''
He nodded stiffly, sparing her one last look before moving past her, her head turning to watch him as he stalked down the hallway. Alexa's shoulders sagged in relief as she watched him disappear around the corner before she turned back around. Her eyes immediately landed on Jon, who was lingering just outside the doorway of the locker room.
His expression was dark and he had his arms crossed over his chest. ''What did he want?''
She made her way over to him, checking back over her shoulder to make sure he had actually gone. ''He... uh, just apologized.''
''You believe him?'' Jon scoffed, raising a brow.
''Honestly, I don't care either way.'' She shrugged, meeting his penetrating stare. ''I told him if he meant it then he'd just stay the hell away from me.''
''Good.'' He murmured, pulling her into his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. ''Because if he so much as looks at you wrong again, I'll kick his ass.''
RAW
CM Punk and Sierra appeared on the titantron, sitting in a locker room backstage; matching solemn expressions adorning their faces. The pair were conversing in low tones when Josh Matthews interrupted them.
''Excuse me, CM Punk, Sierra?''
The man heaved out a sigh as he rose from the bench to face the interviewer, Sierra following his movements beside him.
''Can you please comment on the things Chris Jericho said earlier? Also, what was the gift Jericho said he got you?'' Josh questioned, moving the microphone in front of the other man's face.
Punk let out a humourless laugh before responding. ''Well, the gift was an extremely disappointing act of sarcasm, from a very desperate man. The gift-'' He turned around to grab something from the floor, returning into shot with a large gift-basket which was filled to the brim with bottles of alcohol. ''-was this. Now, obviously, this is a liquor basket. Uh, I've never been gifted one before, so it's a pretty exciting day in the life of CM Punk. So, if Chris Jericho wants to give presents, if he wants to give gifts...'' He lifted the bottle of Jack Daniels from the collection. ''Then I've got a gift for him. And I'm going to deliver it in my home town of Chicago, Illinois this Sunday at Extreme Rules. And, right now, I'm going to re-gift his gift. Because I really don't know what to do with this and I have no use for it.''
Sierra stepped forward with a grin and swiped a bottle for herself. ''Give the rest to Josh, I'm sure he knows exactly what to do with it.''
''Go ahead.'' Punk handed him what was left. ''Knock yourself out. Have a good time. Get out.''
Josh smiled before moving towards the door; Sierra raising the Jim Bean and Punk lifting the bottle of Jack Daniels to toast him as he left.
A little later in the show, Alex Riley informed Chris Jericho that he had been kicked out of the locker room by CM Punk because he had witnessed him drinking alcohol. The pair had gone back to the locker room, peering through the door to find that he was right; Punk was drinking out of a red cup and the bottle of Jack Daniels was half-empty in front of him.
Jericho had marched straight to John Laurinaitis' office, and had convinced the man to make Punk take a sobriety test. If he failed that test, he was to be stipped of the WWE Championship. Eve got involved, informing them that when Teddy Long was the General Manager of Smackdown, he would look the other way. This prompted John Laurinaitis to tell Teddy Long that he would be the one performing the test.
Raw had just returned from a commercial break to show Teddy Long standing in the ring with two police officers behind him. ''Per Mr. John Laurinaitis, at this time I will require CM Punk to please come to this ring.''
'Break the Walls down!'
Chris Jericho was the one who appeared at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand. ''Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Hold on a second, Teddy. There's one thing that I know, is that any time you're in a power position; you're incompetent, you're mediocre. So, I'm going to come out here and make sure this is done right!'' He moved down the ramp, climbing into the ring as the crowd jeered. ''Not to mention, Teddy, I want to be out here when you strip CM Punk of the title so you can give it to me personally.''
Teddy long glared across at the smirking man before sighing. ''Well, in fact... if CM Punk does fail this public field sobriety test... then, yes. Per Mr. Laurinaitis, CM Punk will be stripped of the WWE Championship. And further subject to discipline. So, CM Punk-''
'She takes to the spotlight
To the stage'
Sierra stormed down to the ring, much to the crowd's delight and Jericho's displeasure. Teddy gave her an exasperated look as she marched past him to stand in front of the Canadian, getting in his face and shouting angrily at him.
Jericho just sneered down at her. ''What's this? Punk's too drunk to come out here himself so he sends out his little guard dog? Cute, but someone really needs to put a leash on you-''
Sierra's eyes narrowed and she quickly reached towards the side of his head, pinching his ear tightly and yanking down. The crowd laughed when a strangled yelp was heard in the microphone before it dropped to the mat as he frantically tried to pry her off.
The two police men finally pulled her away from him and over to the opposite side of the ring as Teddy spoke again. ''CM Punk, will you please make your way to the ring!"
The WWE Champion made his way out, Jericho watching on with a smirk and Sierra looking concerned as he staggered down to the ring. After handing his microphone to Sierra, he did his usual thing of standing on the top rope to hold the belt over his head, almost losing his balance in the process.
Chris watched on in contempt as he reached out to take the microphone back from her, his title belt slipping from his hand at the same time. He quickly picked it up before waving at the crowd.
''This whole thing is ridiculous, Teddy. You know it's ridiculous.'' He turned to face Jericho. ''You know it's rid- you're not even cool- it's- it's ridiculous. You've got police officers out here... John Laurinaitis knows it's ridiculous. I know it's ridiculous and the entire WWE Universe knows it's completely ridiculous.''
''Well, Punk, this is how it is. Officer.''' Teddy moved the microphone towards the police officer.
''Sir, I'm going to need for you to recite your alphabet. Backwards.''
''Okay. Alright... hang on a minute.'' Punk reached up to take the gum out of his mouth, before looking around, wondering where to put it.
Sierra rolled her eyes before holding out her hand, palm up, in front of him. He dropped it down with a grin, the other men in the ring watching on with disgusted looks.
Punk lifted the microphone to his lips before pausing, shaking his head, and lowering it again.
''Do it... do it...'' Chris demanded.
Punk looked towards Teddy. ''Could you tell him to be quiet, I can't concent- backwards?'' His gaze shifted to the police officer, who nodded. ''Has anybody, in the history of the alphabet, ever recited it backwards?''
''Do it!" The Canadian repeated.
''Uh... Z... X... ZXY... There's a V...'' He chuckled and glanced over at the police officer. ''There's a V in there somewhere, I know...'' He dissolved into laughter.
''This is pathetic.'' Jericho called over to him. ''This is pathetic.''
''Shut up!" Despite leaping to his defence, Sierra had a grimace on her face as the crowd cheered some encouragement.
''Nobody can- nobody can recite the alphabet backwards, drunk or sober. This is stupid.'' He laughed, looking over at the officer mockingly. ''This is stupid, officer!''
''This is embarrassing... you're embarrassing yourself.'' Chris said smugly.
''Chris, just a minute.'' Teddy interjected. ''They have more tests.'' He told him before moving the microphone back to the police officer.
''Sir, you can't recite the alphabet backwards... so I'm going to need you to walk this straight line, right here.'' He pointed down to the long red strip running across the canvas.
Leaning on the ropes for support, Punk asked. ''What line?''
Smothering a snort, Sierra gestured towards the thick red line on the mat. ''That one.''
''Quit stalling and do it!" Jericho shouted into his microphone.
''I didn't see the line, the line's never there!" Punk defended, pushing himself off the ropes. ''Alright.'' Handing his title over to Sierra, he moved towards the start of the line. ''I know I can do it, I've seen Cops before, this is easy.'' He paused as he looked down at his feet with a smirk. ''Wait, quick, what movie is this from?'' He laughed along with the audience as he lifted his right leg up and held both arms above his head.
''Karate Kid!" Sierra called, earing her a glare from Jericho.
''Karate Kid, that's right, thank you.'' Punk grinned, stumbling backwards slightly as he put his foot back down and attempted to walk the line.
''Come on.''
Both police officers were shaking their heads when he failed to do what they asked, Punk stepping back towards the start.
''Take two... take two...'' Chris goaded from the side.
''I can't... I can't concentrate... when people get pulled over on the side of the road, there's not some jerk screaming at them the whole time! Tell him to shut it, shhh!''
He tried to walk straight again, only to veer off to the right, almost knocking Sierra and the police officer over.
After one more failed attempt, Chris sighed and implored Teddy. ''Come on, look at this! You really need to stand out here and get more evidence, Teddy? This guy is drunk! Okay? He's drunk!''
Punk shook his frantically as he took his belt from Sierra's arms.
''And just like Mr. Laurinaitis told you, if he can't pass the sobriety test, you have to strip him of the title and give it to me! SO DO YOUR JOB, NOW!... DO IT!''
Teddy held his gaze for a moment before turning to the officer and asking his opinion. Jericho nodded when he confirmed that Punk appeared to be intoxicated. Teddy thanked them and they left the ring to heavy boos from the crowd.
''See! You can boo all you want, this man is drunk!'' Chris cried. ''The officer said it!''
''Punk, I'm sorry. But I have no control in this matter.'' Teddy moved towards him. ''Would you please hand over the WWE title?''
''Come on, CM Drunk! Hand it over!" Jericho laughed.
Teddy shot him a glare over his shoulder, before turning back to the champion. ''Come on, Punk.''
He eventually handed the belt to Teddy and as soon as it had left his hands, the crowd jeered unhappily.
''Come on, fumble fingers, give me that title!" Jericho held out his hands but the other man faltered. ''Come on, Laurinaitis told you, let me have it, now.''
Just as Teddy was about to do as he was asked, Punk stepped forward, interrupting the exchange. ''Wait, wait, wait... just give me one more chance?''
The crowd cheered and the Canadian laughed, looking around. ''You want Punk to have one more chance? I don't think so. How many more chances do you need, Punk?''
''I just need one-''
''You're embarrassing yourself-''
''Just one more chance. I can do this.'' Punk moved to the start of the red line, running a hand through his hair before turning to Teddy. ''What was the first thing I had to do, the alphabet? Backwards?''
''Yes. That's what it was.''
''Okay... Z... Y... X... W... V... U...T... S... R... Q... P...'' The man started walking down the line, while still reciting the rest of it. ''O.N.M.L.K.J.I.H...'' He smirked as he easily reached the end of the line, Jericho looking on in disbelief behind him as he started moving backwards. ''This is the worst moonwalk ever, I know. G.F.E.D.C.B.'' He met the other man's gaze, scratching his head mockingly before spitting. ''A'' And bashing him over the head with his microphone.
Sierra and Teddy quickly jumped out of the ring as the two men brawled on the inside. Jericho desperately tried to run away but Punk kept up his attack and their fight ended up on the ramp, with the crowd cheering him on.
'CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!'
Jericho eventually managed to break loose and retreated around the side of the stage and a few moments later, Punk was joined by Teddy and Sierra on the ramp. He shared a high-five with the woman before accepting the title back from Teddy as John Laurinaitis and Eve Torres appeared on the screen, not looking too impressed with the outcome.
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