"I don't understand why I have to fight Kaitlyn...again!" AJ whined as Big E Langston stood beside her, his arms folded, silently listening. "I've defeated her two times already! And she's always spearing me! Whenever Kaitlyn spears me, a baby cries, and you stand there and you let it happen! You don't do anything! Why don't you do anything?"

Big E sighed. He started to talk, but was interrupted by AJ's laughter. Why hadn't realized it before? "I know why. It's because you like me." She smiled at Big E's slight blush. "You just never know what I'm gonna do next, do you?" Smiling more, she skipped off to her locker room to retrieve her championship belt. Putting it around her tiny waist, she spun on her heels and nearly ran into Paul Heyman.

"Hello AJ," said Paul with a sly smile, "Long time no see." AJ scowled. She hadn't seen this man up close like this since last year. When she was Raw General Manager and actually liked John Cena and actually hated CM Punk. The moment was one of her most embarrassing-which says a lot considering the fact that she has had some pretty embarrassing moments. Paul had "proposed" to her, mocking the time when AJ did the same thing to CM Punk. Sure, that got the sleazy walrus a slap, but that still hadn't made her feel any better.

"That's a good thing," hissed AJ. She tried to maneuver her way around Heyman, but failed. Paul blocked the door, preventing the Divas Champion from escaping his slimy grasps.

His smirk grew at AJ's groan of frustration. "Oh relax, sweetie. I just want to talk," he said.

"Are you here to propose to me again?" scoffed AJ, "Because the answer is no."

Paul chuckled. "Don't worry. That's not why I'm here. I'm here to talk about the talks you've had with one CM Punk." Her face must've reflected some sort of shock, because Paul chuckled again. "Yes. I know. Someone has told me about your discussions with him."

"Who?" AJ asked. She needed to find the snitch who told him. She figured it was Kaitlyn herself. Or maybe her little knight in shining armor Sheamus. Perhaps Dolph or even Big E. But the answer that Paul had given was worse than all four of them combined.

"Why it was Mr. Punk himself." AJ felt her body turn cold. She didn't really know why, but she was sure that that was the ultimate betrayal on his part. Punk hated Paul-like, really hated Paul. So why would he be talking to him? And why would he be saying that to him? It wasn't really a secret, she guessed, but why? "Yep. You've gotta hate a snitch. How could he spoil your secret relationship like that?"

She didn't know who she hated more-Paul Heyman for mocking her or CM Punk for betraying her. He wouldn't do that, she thought, Right? "He's not my boyfriend," AJ said finally, "Now hurry up and talk. I've got a match soon."

"Getting straight to the point, are we?" said Paul Heyman, slowly approaching her. AJ gave him the death glare of death glares as he spoke in a soft, hushed voice. "List closely, AJ. I think I found CM Punk's weakness. And that weakness...is you. And I am totally, completely, and utterly willing to exploit that weakness." His face was deathly close to hers as he whispered. "I am willing to make this as personal as possible. I'm going to be blunt about this-I am willing to hurt you to hurt CM Punk." Her eyes were shiny with tears as she saw Paul smirk up close. "So if I were you, I would cut all my ties with Punk completely. I wouldn't speak to him. I wouldn't help him. I wouldn't even think of him. I'm warning you, AJ. Stay away from CM Punk and you'll be fine."

She just wanted to fall out-fall down to the ground and cry all night. Paul was going to hurt her and Punk. It wasn't even about her getting hurt. She could imagine Punk's face as he watched Curtis Axel-or worse, Brock Lesnar-beat her within an inch of her life. If she was lucky.

"AJ! AJ!"

She could hear Punk call her name from a distance. Paul's smirk grew. "I think that's my cue to go. I'll see you later AJ." He left, and AJ did exactly what she felt like doing. She dropped to the floor and let her tears loose. Sobbing. Hurting. Worrying. She crawled to a chair and helped herself up. She had a match tonight. She shouldn't be worrying. Punk burst through her door and their eyes met. "AJ," he said again. She made choking sound-she was sobbing that hard.

He raced to her, pulling her close. He let her cry into his chest. There wasn't a better feeling than this, having Punk in her arms again. "I did tell him," said Punk, "He asked if we were talking and I at first said no. He said he didn't buy it and walked of."

"You should've killed him," said AJ. She wasn't mad at him. Paul did all the lying for Punk. He was never the best liar himself. And who better to see through his lies than the best liar in the world Paul Heyman.

"Yeah," responded Punk, "I should've." Then, without so much as a warning, he leaned down and kissed her. It's like they have been waiting for this moment all of their lives. His hands framed her face as he gently explored, his lips soft against hers. Confused but aroused, she began to respond back eagerly, deepening the kiss herself. She hadn't felt this in a long time, yet it still felt the same-if not way better. Probably the latter.

She released a sigh as he let go, refusing to go too far as his foreheads rested on hers. It was just like that night on Smackdown when they kissed for the second time, only better. "Break a leg," whispered Punk before walking away.

Sheamus was glad he was alone in the locker room. He was attentively watching Kaitlyn's match with AJ. He almost didn't see Punk enter the locker room, muttering something about getting Paul under his breath. He watched him walk to the corner of the locker room before turning back to the television. He turned just in time to see Kaitlyn spear AJ and pin her. He smiled. Job well done Kaitie, he thought.

"Someone's having a good night." Sheamus turned and saw Punk, downing a bottle of water. "You're overly excited about Man-Arms's victory tonight."

Sheamus's smile subsided. "Excuse me?" he said. He knew-he just knew- that Punk didn't just call Kaitlyn that. And if he did-well, let's just say Punk's going to have to ice his bruises tonight.

"You heard me," said Punk with a smirk, "I said you're overly excited about Man-Arm's victory tonight."

"She's probably stronger than you," hissed Sheamus.

"She probably is," agreed Punk, "And that's not supposed to be true. She's a woman. Well, supposedly anyway." Sheamus's face was beginning to turn red out of rage. Why was he saying this?

"Watch what you say, fella," said Sheamus, "It could come back to haunt you."

"Awww, how sweet," mocked Punk, "You're standing up for your boyfriend."

"You're saying this because AJ got put in her place," Sheamus said, "You should get used to it." He turned, then thought of something else to say. There could only be one reason why he said that-and that reason was AJ. "You like her, don't you?"

Punk laughed. "No, I don't."

"Liar," said Sheamus, smirking, "You do like her. You miss her so much. You love how she's champion now. You love the little shirts she wears. Then again, maybe you don't like her. Maybe you just want to get in her pants again. News flash, fella. Anyone can get into her pants. She's a slut, Punk."

Punk's eyes darkened. "What did you say?" he asked, causing Sheamus's smirk to grow.

"I said she's a slut," he responded.

And just like that, a brawl ensued between the two. Punches were thrown, kicks flew, and a lot of property was damaged. Punk slammed Sheamus into the concrete wall, seething with rage. "AJ is not a slut," he said slowly, to make sure he understood. "And even if she was, only I get to call her that. Do you understand? Me!" He let Sheamus fall to the ground and walked off.

He clutched his head as he stood up. He was glad Punk was gone. He had to greet Kaitlyn and congratulate her. She beat him too it, racing into the room and gripping him in a hug. "Sheamus! I won! I won! I freaking won!"

"I saw," said Sheamus, trying to show his excitement for her and not his anger at Punk. It must not have worked, because Kaitlyn backed away.

"Are you okay?" she asked, noticing his face. Sheamus nodded, but she noticed him wince as he did so. "No you're not," she said suddenly concerned, "What happened? Please tell me!"

"CM Punk and I got into a fight," said Sheamus, "It's no big deal."

"You're hurt!" Kaitlyn exclaimed.

"No, I'm fine," he said, trying to calm him down. Yet it wasn't working, as Kaitlyn couldn't shut up. She talked about doctors, bandages, ice, all that stuff. Sheamus really hated seeing her worrying like that. So he slowly placed his hands on her face. Kaitlyn jumped at his warm touch. Time seemed to freeze as Sheamus slowly leaned down and press his lips to hers. His hands slowly made their way to her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Secretly, they both had desired this for so long.

"Let's go and get a beer," said Kaitlyn after Sheamus let her go.

Smiling, Sheamus responded with a definite, "Yes, ma'am."

Forget Curtis Axel versus R-Truth. Punk just wanted one thing and one thing only: to hurt Paul Heyman. No one was going to get away with hurting AJ like that. Racing out of the backstage area and down the ramp, he grabbed Curtis Axel and slammed him into the barricade.

And then there were two.

Punk couldn't help but smile wickedly as she saw the look of pure fear on Paul Heyman's face. Sliding into the ring as Paul tried to jump the railing, he grabbed him and yanked him away from safety. Clutching him by his neck, he wanted to hurt him so bad-so very bad-and he would've if Curtis Axel hadn't ambushed him from behind.

He shoved him away, allowing Paul to try to escape again. Punk grabbed him; he had his fingertips on his neck but Curtis Axel interrupted him again. He ate a GTS for his efforts. Jumping onto the announcer table, he saw Paul Heyman on the entrance stage. He sent him a death glare before walking backstage.

Walking backstage...AJ! Punk jumped off the table and sprinted backstage. Racing to her locker room, he knocked and called her name. "AJ!" There was no answer. He burst into the room, not expecting AJ to be sitting there and talking to Layla. "Um, hello," he said awkwardly.

"I have to go," said Layla, standing up and rushing away.

AJ groaned. "What a great time to come bursting in here Punk," she said.

"I needed to check on you," Punk responded, "Paul came back here and I got worried. You know, since I nearly choked him to death tonight. Then again, there's nothing to worry about. We've got Paul, Brock and Axel on our hands and the most important thing is me running of Layla."

"I'm sorry," sighed AJ, "It's just that I was trying to get Layla to betray Kaitlyn." Punk awkwardly chuckled at the mention of the two-toned Diva. He had said some pretty unflattering things about her, and that only lead to a fight with Sheamus. He knew why too. Sheamus liked Kaitlyn. He somehow was able to turn the tables and make Punk mad as hell by calling her a slut. It was cliche, but it had worked, pushing him over the edge enough to fight him. "Punk?" AJ snapped him out of his thoughts.

"We have to go," he responded, taking her hand and leading her out of the locker room. They left the arena and headed to his car. On their way there, the pair bumped into Sheamus and Kaitlyn, who were leaving as well.

AJ and Punk passed by the two, but not without cold stares. AJ glared at Kaitlyn, who glared back. If only looks could kill, AJ thought. She turned away, sighing. To be honest, she just wanted all this crap in her life-Kaitlyn, Paul, Dolph-to be over. She had almost ripped out the Show-Off's hair tonight, and she predicted that there would be more hair pulling in the future.

I have a couple things to say. 1) I think I made myself hate Paul Heyman more typing this. I don't know why, but the very thought of him doing this to AJ is enough to make my blood boil. 2) I think I'm not put any Punklee or Kaitmus in the next chapter. The Smackdown of this week is going to be featured next chap, with AJ versus Kaitlyn for the Divas Title. I want to focus a bit more of their feud. However, Punk and Sheamus may be featured in it, just without their respective ladies. 3) This came out way longer than I was expecting. I didn't even plan on the Punk/Sheamus fight scene. It just came to me and I had to write it! 4) I truly do not think that there is someone who is looking forward to Summerslam more than me. I'm sure there is(CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, ect.)but I just can't wait. I'm literally crossing off the days until August 18.

Woah. Sorry for ranting! Anywho, another update! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed typing it. Review review review! You know you want to! And have too! ;)

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