AN: Just to clarify for P. Dizzle and any others who may be confused, Tiffany is just a character I made up. I'm not familiar with the people in OVW, and I needed a faceless person to pair with CM Punk.

And did anyone see CM Punk's debut on ECW? zOMG THAT WAS AWESOME. And I usually don't write in all caps. I'm now converted to CM Punk : )

Wow, I feel a little out of my element. I haven't written anything in a while, though my mind keeps coming up with and elaborating on many scenarios (for different things/fandoms, mind you). P. Dizzle has updated quite a bit since my last update, and start-a-revolution has already finished Between Friends and started two new stories. I'm so behind…I'll have chapter 9 up soon.

Chapter 8

Humming softly, Maria sat in front of the mirror in the hotel room, straightening her unruly hair. A loud noise made her jump slightly, causing her to quickly move to answer her cell, hoping to end the sounds of the incessant ringtone sooner.

"Hello?" she said as she set the flat-iron on the counter.

"Baby?" the voice on the other end inquired.

"Hey, Phil!" Excitement ran through her voice. "I was just about to leave to meet up with you. We're so lucky RAW's in Louisville today." A long pause followed before she whispered, "I miss you."

Phil gave a semi-frustrated sigh, "Yeah, that's what I was calling about."

"What?" Maria seemed disappointed.

"I can't make it; they need me here," he insisted.

She was quick to come up with a solution. She had to see him. "I could go watch you, then."

"No!" he responded, a little too quickly. "I mean, they don't want anyone here. They didn't tell me why." Phil's alibi was almost ruined by the giggle heard in the background. CM Punk quickly and quietly shushed the female voice.

Suspicious, Maria wondered, "Who was giggling?"

"Oh, um," he stammered. "It's Tiff. You remember, from the taping the other week. Management said we didn't seem close enough, so they sent us to get to know each other better." If that's what you want to call it, he thought to himself. The nervousness he exuded once she called his bluff quickly melted. He thought he molded a plausible story for her to believe. And it gets me time with Tiff, so s'all good.

"Woah, I swear I just heard a voice in the background. What'd she say?"

"Nothing," he said, again replying too quickly.

"OK," doubt filled her voice. "I'll just go out with the girls or something."

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Maria made her way through the mall, meandering through each store. Her conscience ate at her; she felt that something was amiss. She needed to talk to someone, to tell him or her everything she was thinking, feeling, suspecting.

She called the first person on her speed dial.

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Not far away, the sweet tones of "Excuse Me, Miss" by Chris Brown echoed through a surprisingly silent, but full, black Cadillac Escalade.

Triple H, eyes still focused on the road, called out to the tired passengers in the SUV. "John, that's you."

"Yes, Dad," Cena mocked. "Jeez, I think I know my own ringtone by now."

"Just making sure," he responded before being totally ignored by Cena.

"'Lo? 'Sup?" Cena quickly greeted.

"John?" a timid voice spoke on the other end.

"Hey," a smile brightened his face, perhaps evident to the person on the other end. The boys in the car, Edge, Carlito, Shelton, and Trips, suddenly gained newfound energy, making kissy-goo-goo faces to Cena. "Cut it out, guys," John jokingly threatened. They responded with laughter.

"Alright, so what's up, baby girl?" he said when the laughter subsided.

"I heard giggling," Maria said, sounding much like a five-year-old with a "scandalous" secret to tell.

He was confused, "Uh, no one's giggling here. At least, not anymore."

"Not you," she corrected. "When I called Phil."

"Oh. Shit." John didn't know how to react or respond. "Female?"

"I believe so."

He sighed. He knew something was up, but his instincts told him not to suspect anything yet. "Don't worry about it, Ria. Why would he be with any other girl when he has you? Whatever he said it was, it was probably the truth."

It was a while before Maria conceded, "Yeah, I guess you're probably right."

"I'm always right," John chuckled. "So what're you up to?"

Maria instantly perked up. "Shopping! I got—"

"I don't want to know," he cut her off. "I'll talk to you later though."

"Okidokie pokie!"

He chuckled, "How many times have I told you? It's 'okidokie artichokie.' Get it right."

"Ha ha. Bye already, jeez."

John knew the mentality of this CM Punk. He thinks he can just get away with fucking two girls. And unfortunately, the end didn't look good for Maria. "Another girl," John thought. He wanted to see CM Punk, to catch him in the act. Luckily, he and the boys were headed to the OVW show nearby.

"Trips, how fast are you going?" Edge asked.

"Why?" Triple H responded.

"Because I'm bored. And I kinda sorta maybe have to go to the bathroom."

"Suck it up. I'm not breaking any speed limits for you, asshole."

"Wow, I feel the love," Edge said despondently. Silence overtook the Escalade for a few moments.

"Are we there yet?" Edge whined.

"Shut up, Adam!"

They drove in silence for a few peaceful moments before Edge spoke up again. "What was our mission again?"

Paul sighed. Adam was like a kid with ADD. "Go to OVW and see who has what it takes to move up to WWE. We're checking for wrestling ability and backstage attitude"

"Right," Adam said. "And how are we supposed to do that?"

"Vince gave us front row seats and backstage passes."

Carlito spoke up, "Now that's cool."

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The boys maneuvered the backstage area, making sure that the OVW wrestlers know their rank between themselves and the WWE's finest. Edge's attention deficiency kicked in, causing him to lag behind the rest of the guys. While Paul, Carlito, Shelton, and John were interacting with the wrestlers, Edge found the catering area. "Ooh, a donut!" he exclaimed, a la Homer Simpson.

He walked around with the chocolaty, sprinkly confection in hand and saw a familiar face. CM Punk and his girl were making out.

"Go, CM!" he quietly cheered. He wandered through the building to find the rest of the guys. "Damn, guys," he exclaimed when he made his way back to the boys. "CM Punk's got a girl pushed up against a wall!"

"She hot?" Carlito inquired.

"Hell yeah. He's a damn lucky man."

"Did you recognize her?" Paul asked.

"Uh," Edge wondered. "I think she's the girl who has a storyline with him."

"No cameras, right?" Shelton questioned.

"Nope."

Shit, John thought to himself.