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CM Punk pov

He hadn't expected the girl sitting in Cena's locker room, he knew the leader of the Cenation had a sister but he and John didn't exactly hang out together so he had never seen her before, much less he knew she was a UFC fighter, and a good one at that, yes, he did some research, not like he could be blamed, having two Cena going around in WWE could have been a nightmare but that wasn't going to be a problem apparently, the girl looked vicious in the ring and she was pretty much the opposite of her brother, he could respect that, he really did respect that actually, he knew how difficult it was for female fighters and he knew what giving everything in the ring meant. He could see it in her every move, she didn't care of getting hurt, or of hurting someone else for that matter, and while he was used to that feeling while he was on the ring, he didn't understand why someone with that kind of career laid out in front of her just dropped everything in UFC to join WWE; he had to ask John the next time, even if he wasn't too sure John knew either, after all she did say her brother wasn't expecting her, maybe he just had to ask her then, it wasn't that big of a deal.
He said goodbye to everyone in the locker room before walking out of the arena, he wanted dinner, the catering backstage was terrible these days and he preferred to eat at a unholy hour of the night than to eat something that tasted like crap.
He walked inside a little diner close to the arena, sitting at the counter and ordering a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee, it didn't matter that it was late already, he wasn't going to sleep anyway, coffee or not, insomnia was a bitch even though not sleeping gave him a lot of time to do better things, like reading comic books and watching movies for instance. He looked around the diner just to discover two known faces in a boot talking and from the look on John's face he could tell it wasn't something pleasant, at all.

Alexis pov.

Telling John the whole story hadn't been easy, she hadn't expected it to be anyway, not when the story included a psycho that threatened to kill her just because she had proven time and time again that on a UFC ring she was better than said person, something similar had never happened to her before and, strangely, she did the most sensible thing, she sued her and then left the UFC cause she had all the reasons not to feel safe in that work environment anymore, even with all her doubts she signed with WWE because that was her second best choice really and she had little to complain not everyone had the chance to just switch companies like that.
She got up from the chair when John being a mother hen got too much for her to handle, she walked over to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee, like she wasn't already nervous enough as it was; she almost regretted her choice to be straight edge, it happened sometimes, she never broke her rules not even when she broke her bones and refusing painkillers made the agony that much worst, but sometimes drinking herself into oblivion didn't seem like that much of a terrible choice, she was so lost in thought that she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice coming from somewhere beside her.
"Drinking coffee this late at night will mess up your sleeping pattern." She turned around just to see Punk drinking coffee himself, she shook her head
"That's rich coming from someone with a cup of coffee in his hands." She deadpanned before sitting one of the stools "Almost went for beer, but I'm not in the business of poisoning myself."
"I'll go out a limb and say that you're straight edge." She nodded, grabbing the cup in front of her, she knew he was straight edge too, she just didn't advertise her lifestyle that much.
"Yeah, probably my best choice, I would be an addict if I took painkillers every time they told me to." She shrugged slightly, she knew pain could be a bitch, but being an addict was way worst, for her anyway.
"Well, coming from a UFC fighter, that means something. Why are you running from your brother?" She ran a hand through her hair sighing softly.
"My brother is a mother hen, and I can't stand him when he acts like that, especially for reasons that shouldn't freak him out that much, I had a situation, I solved it. He shouldn't act like that." She said, she really didn't understand John sometimes, even if they grew up together, she would never really understand why John worried that much about her she could handle herself just fine, most of the time anyway.
"He's your older brother, it's our job to worry about our little sisters, you can't blame it on him." She shrugged
"Still annoying, even if it's normal for you older brothers." She pointed out finishing her cup of coffee and getting up from the chair "Thank you for the chat Punk, I should probably tell my brother everything is fine if I want to get to the hotel any time soon. See you around." She said running a hand through her hair before going back to her table.