A/N: Hey dudes and dudettes. A wee update for you all. Hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to give me some feedback, good or bad. As for everyone asking whether Scarlett and Punk are getting back together... you'll just have to keep reading to find out!

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Chapter 18: Scarlett Fever

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After two hours in the hospital, I finally leant that I had fractured my hand, in two places. While I was waiting, I called Vince to let him know the situation. After some last minute shuffling he had come up with a solution to the problem at hand. If you will excuse the pun. New scripts were being drawn up for tonight's show.

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I glanced to the chair beside me. Phil was typing away on his phone. We hadn't spoke since we had gotten into the car. I didn't know whether this was a good sign or a bad sign. Either he was still pissed with me and was ignoring me or, things had gone back to how they were before and we were in that comfortable silence. Though I doubted the latter, this silence was anything but comfortable, well for me anyway.

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I pulled out my own phone and noticed I had a new Twitter mention. As I pulled up the tweet, I couldn't help but smile a little. A fan had tweeted several superstars to ask "Who is your favourite Diva?" There was one reply that stood out from the rest.

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'CMPunk: ScarlettFever (Scarlett DiBiase)'

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That one little tweet made me feel so relieved, like perhaps there was hope for us yet. I typed my reply and then stole a glance at him.

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'ScarlettFever: CMPunk.. Thanks! But you're still not getting any of my Skittles!'

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The smirk on his face reassured me even more. At least if this was the end of our relationship, we could still be friends. No matter how much that might kill me, I'd rather have him as a friend than not at all.

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About half an hour later we arrived at the arena. I thanked Phil and we exchanged a few words, nothing ground breaking, then we went our separate ways. I took off for the Divas locker room and got changed. I picked up my new script and began to read. When I had finished my mouth was agape. I was not expecting this. I read over it again to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. I wasn't.

Punk and Randy, in the same ring at the same time.

The note attached said that the writers had decided to move the feud Randy and Punk would be having. That was the first I'd heard about a feud. And to top it all off, due to the last minute situation the writers had decided to let the three of us improvise the post match part. Big mistake. As I read over the black letters again, I couldn't help but think this could not end well.

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I stood at the gorilla, waiting on my match. I was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a black 'Misfit's' top, cut to my mid-section. I donned gloves tonight, to hide the bandage on my right hand. I heard footsteps behind me but I didn't turn around. I was still highly annoyed at the viper and didn't want to make any small talk what so ever.

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"Hey." Came the voice behind me.

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I spun around instantly recognising it.

"Hey." I replied staring into the hazel eyes of the man before me. A small smile on my face.

"How's the hand?"

"Sore but not too bad."

"Good." He ran a hand through his hair, "Listen. We need to talk..."

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Before he could finish his sentence an arm wrapped itself around my waist.

"Hey guys." Randy smirked.

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I glanced to the side and rolled my eyes before pulling myself away from him. Phil's eyes we're fixed on the viper, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep his temper in check. He reluctantly tore his eyes away and instead focused them on me.

"So, dinner after the show?" He asked.

"Uh... Yeah, sure."

"Great. I'll meet you outside the Divas locker room." He said before sending one final glare at Randy and leaving.

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I could tell Randy wanted to say something, just as he opened his mouth, his music hit and we made our way to the ring, thankfully.

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Randy finished up the match by getting the pin on Miz. His music hit and I climbed into the ring, holding his arm up in victory. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him, smirking slightly before capturing my lips with his own. This was not in the script. This is what happened when you gave an opportunist like Randy free reign. I restrained myself from kneeing him in the crotch and played along, but deep down I was livid. Thankfully Punk's music hit and I pulled away, relieved to have an excuse to break that kiss.

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Punk strolled out onto the ramp, microphone in hand and a scowl on his face.

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"Randal, Randal, Randal." He began, "Congratulations, another victory for you, champ. And this one was legit, well done."

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The crowd didn't know what was going on, they were eating all this up. Randy motioned for a microphone.

"What do you want Punk?"

"What do I want? That's a tough one Randal, how about some respect?"

"You want respect, you earn it."

"That's rich, coming from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Randy asked his jaw twitching slightly.

"You walk about like you own the place, like you are a God. Well I'm here to tell you, that couldn't be farther from the truth. You are nothing. Just lazy guy who instead of fighting for what he wants, just gets everything handed to him on a platter. Be honest Randal, how many of your copious title reigns were deserved? Whereas I, have been busting my ass for years trying to work my way up, where's my title shot?"

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Randy clenched his fist which was resting on my hip. Punk had gone way off track, this wasn't improvising, this was going to be chaos.

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"Sounds like someone's got sour grapes. Title shots are for the deserving. You are not championship material."

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Punk was beginning to stroll down to the ring at this point.

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"And you are? Why? Because daddy opened a few doors for you? Please, you're just a spoiled little boy who throws his toys out of the stroller when he doesn't get what he wants." He said as he reached the edge of the ring and began to climb the steps.

"Don't push me." Randy warned.

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Punk walked up to Randy, the two were toe to toe. He tore his eyes away from the viper to look at me. He looked me up and down before smirking and blowing me a kiss. Suddenly Punk reached out and gave Randy a rough shove. At that point Randy dropped the microphone and lunged at the straight edge superstar. The two men rolling about the mat pummelling each other.

At that point Mason Ryan and David Otunga ran down to the ring to aid Punk. The duo pulled Randy off him and held him back while Punk verbally berated him and slapped him. I grabbed a chair and slid into the ring. I ran at Punk but he turned grabbing me, causing me to drop the chair.

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"I don't think so, sweetheart." He smirked.

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I kicked him in the shin and made to escape but he grabbed a fistful of my hair yanking me back to him. My back against his chest, I saw on the titantron a twisted smirk on his face as he held me to him, angering the viper.

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"Get your hands off me." I yelled, struggling in his grasp.

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Randy yelled and struggled in Otunga and Ryan's grip. Punk swung me around to face him before hoisting me up onto his shoulders. I screamed and tried to break free, but to no avail. Punk delivered a GTS to me, knocking me to the mat.

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Randy was incensed. His thrashed around trying to get free. Punk dropped to his knees beside me and pushed my hair out of my face. He smirked at Randy before picking up the mic.

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"Am I worthy of a title shot now?" Punk asked with a sick look on his face.

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Randy went crazy, he headbutted Otunga before lunging at Punk. Mason managed to jump on the viper, getting him off his feet again as Punk shook his head.

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"You shouldn't have done that Randal." He said darkly.

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Punk stood up, he walked to the other side of me before stomping on my arm. I let out a cry before rolling over and trying to protect my arm.

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"How about now Randal?"

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Punk knelt down again, this time locking in the Anaconda Vice.

I screamed out in pain but he didn't let up.

Randy fought against Otunga and Ryan before finally agreeing to Punk having a title match. He released me and I lay on the mat, holding my arm to my chest and with my eyes shut.

He leaned down and hovered above my unconscious form before placing a kiss upon my lips, mirroring Randy's own actions towards Stephanie McMahon previously.

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Punk then sent Randy a smirk before he, Otunga and Ryan left the ring to his theme music while Randy rushed to my side.

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Randy carried me backstage, as soon as we passed the curtain, I scrambled out of his arms. My role for the night was over, and there were no fans about so there was no need to be anywhere near him backstage. I planted my feet on the ground and put a distance between us.

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"Scarlett.." He began.

"I don't want to hear it Randy." I cut him off.

"But you don't even know what I'm going to say."

"Frankly, I don't care. I don't want to hear anything you have to say."

"Look..."

"No, you look. My life was perfect. I was happy in my little bubble, living my dream with my amazing boyfriend then you come along and decided to mess everything up just for the Hell of it. You've destroyed the only thing that I actually gave a damn about, so excuse me if I don't listen to your drivel." I said, raising my voice and getting all up in Randy's face. "Excuse me if I don't pander to you like you expect me to, but to be honest if I had to listen to your incessant babbling I don't think I would be able to resist the urge to knock you out."

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Randy stood staring at me, speechless. I don't think he expected me to lose my cool like that. But I had had enough. My life had crumbled and he was responsible.

I was about to get laid into him again when I heard a clapping sound from behind me.

I turned my head in the direction of the sound and found myself staring into two hazel pools. We stared at each other for a long moment while he continued to clap in a slow fashion. With a smirk he spoke.

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"That's my girl." He licked his dry lips, "You ready to get out of here?"

"Yeah, I just have to shower and change and I'm ready to rock and roll."

"Cool, I'll walk you to your locker room." He replied, reaching a hand out to me.

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Randy scoffed.

"Seriously? You're going with him, after the way he hurt you?"

"Yep." I replied, not taking my eyes of the man in front of me.

"Scarlett.."

"Later." I called as I ran towards Phil, taking his hand as the pair of us took off down the corridor before disappearing around a corner. Leaving a very annoyed viper in the desolated hallway.

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By the way, the Twitter name ScarlettFever is just one I used, I have no idea if somebody has it or not. If it exists, it's not me.

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