I elected not to answer Phil's call later that evening. If he wanted to talk to the girls, he would have by Skype. That's always been the rule. We've never used Shannon and Amy in our arguments.

The next day was the final Smackdown tapings before the new year, the last schedule we needed to keep before Christmas. Jon and Phil were scheduled to have another singles match which had most of us nervous except for Jon.

"I'm a little surprised at you." He said, feigning that I had hurt his feelings. "Inside those ropes, I'm a pro. I'm not going to let the fact that I should beat him to an inch of his life interfere with business."

"See, it's things you say like 'inch of his life' that worry me." I told him.

"Relax." He said, giving me a quick kiss. "It's fine. Besides, you'll be ringside with him and Seth and Roman will be out with me."

"Okay." I stupidly nodded. "Have fun and be safe."

"Always." He said with a wink.

"You aren't going to take my arm off if I touch you out there, right?" Phil asked as he was stretching before the match.

"Thought about it, but no." I told him. "I did agree to this tease after all."

"A tease, is it?" Phil swung his brown eyes over to me, smirking. "Is that what we're telling the boy?"

"Not a boy, my husband." I sternly corrected. "And believe me, he's all man."

Phil chuckled as he did what I always called the RVD stretch. The urge to run up and kick him in between the legs was strong. Instead, I grabbed my hoodie.

Sometimes it surprises me how easily we slip into our roles of CM Punk and Juliet. It's definitely not a stretch for him, what you see is pretty much what you get with him, but it's different for Juliet. The way she compliments Punk is different dynamic than our relationship ever was.

Still, we had a job to do. Phil and I got down on one knee simultaneously and checked our invisible watches. We lingered on each other for a moment before announcing that it was clobbering time.

Phil had his arm around me in the ring as The Shield came through the crowd. I locked eyes on Jon as Phil sat on the middle rope to help me out of the ring.

"This is not good." I muttered under my breath.

The way Jon popped his neck and flexed his hands made me worry. Watching the way Phil was with me in the ring must have set him off.

From the moment they locked up, I knew this wasn't going to be the scheduled match. Both men traded real blows and very little actual wrestling happened.

"Roll out!" I shouted my order to Phil who surprisingly obeyed.

I put my hands on his shoulders and searched his eyes as the ref began his count.

"You look rattled." I said.

"He hits harder than I had given him credit for." Phil relented.

Jon rolled out of the ring but didn't immediately gave chase. Phil had positioned my body to be in between them.

"Nice. Hide behind the pregnant woman." I sneered.

Phil didn't say anything, just gave a low, feral growl. Both men made it back to the ring before the ref reached his count of ten, avoiding the count out.

"What the hell?" Seth asked as I wandered over to them.

"Get him to roll out again and remind him that it's him I love and want to be with." I said before walking back to my corner.

Seth accomplished his goal, but that did nothing to stop Jon and his relentless attack on Phil. Now Phil was holding his ribs and wheezing slightly. I could see blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth.

The finish was supposed to be that Jon would miss the kick that would lead to his ddt finisher. Phil would scoop him up on his shoulders and give the GTS. Only Jon didn't miss the kick or the punch that followed. I watched in surprise as he got his ddt driver on Phil and earned the three count.

I crawled into the ring and cradled Phil's head in my hands. He was knocked out cold.

It took me and the referee a few seconds to get him to come to.

"Ow." Phil groaned into my stomach.

I wanted to say that it served him right, but I held my tongue.

Once we were in the back, I expected a tirade from Phil, creative, Vince, someone. But no one argued. In fact, Vince and Hunter came up to praise both of them for the match.

"You're not going to make us re-do it, are you?" Jon asked.

"No, what you did was good. Just next time, stick to the format." Vince told him.

Phil and Jon locked eyes. Several tense minutes went by before anyone said anything.

"Next time you think about taking advantage of my wife, remember this." Jon crossly told him.

"Just remember she was mine first." Phil snidely told him.

"She's with me now, where she belongs."

"Enough." I said, stepping in between the two. "Actually, get it out of your systems now." I encouraged. "You guys want to fight? Go ahead."

Jon stood strong with his arms out to the side. "Come on, sunshine."

"No." Phil shook his head. "I'm not sure what I'm fighting for anyway, only that I am fighting."

Phil quickly apologized and said that he wouldn't pull a stunt like yesterday again. I wish I would have gotten that written down.