Chapter 16

Monday Night.

"Vickie's here! She's not alone either..."

The warning, Clear.

"What the fuck is that she-beast doing here?" John hissed as Phil clenched his taped fists. "I don't care why she's here! She better not fucking try anything..." He hissed through gritted teeth. Adam leaned on the arm of the huge leather couch, chewing on his bottom lip absentmindedly and flipping through a magazine. How drastically his life had changed in the past three weeks... He went from being Vickie Guerrero's boy toy, the World Heavyweight Champion about to be married and the man nobody could touch, to dating Phil Brooks, The new World Heavyweight Champion and being hunted by his ex-fiancée and her band of miscreants. Randy sat slouching on the couch, arguing over something stupid with Jeff as Phil and John prepared for Raw that night.

Adam didn't realize he was staring off into space until Phil came to stand next to him, running his fingers through Adam's blonde locks, murmuring something he didn't catch. "Hmm?" Adam asked glancing up. "I said 'That she-beast cunt won't lay a finger on you, That you have nothing to worry about.'" Phil repeated slipping an arm around Adam's shoulders. "Oh..." Adam mumbled seemingly distracted, Phil saw that. "Adam... something you want to talk about?" He asked as Adam shook his head. "No why?"

"You seem distracted... distant. You're scaring me." Phil muttered looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry babe, it's just... I'm worried about what La' Famila are going to do... to you." Adam admitted as Phil smiled slightly. "Don't worry baby... I got this okay? Don't worry. I'm more then capable of holding my own against any member of La Famila" He assured kissing Adam's temple sweetly.

"-And if Fun sized needs help, Randy and I will be there to save his little ass" John said with a grin. "Hey! Me too!" Jeff growled. "You... Jeffrey are too, fun sized" Randy smirked patting Jeff's head. Jeff growled making Phil chuckle. "What if all of them attack, then what Phil?" Adam asked as Phil smiled wrapping his arms around Adam's head. "Then Jeff, John and Randall will hit the ring... "

"Or I will... it's my fight..." Adam murmured as Phil shook his head. "No! You'll stay in the back. In case you've forgotten they're after me too. If not for me charming you away... She'd have you." Phil murmured kissing the top of Adam's head. Adam shuddered. "That's a scary thought."

"Yes it is." Phil muttered leaning down to claim Adam's lips. "But you're mine now."

Raw tuned in as Maria stood backstage, microphone in hand and smiling brightly. "Hey everyone please welcome my guests at this time, The World Heavyweight Champion CM Punk and The Rated R Superstar, Edge!"

Edge walked up following CM Punk. Punk smiled at the audience, turning to smirk at Maria. "Hey Ria".

She grinned back. "Hey Punk... I wanted to ask you about your current relationship... with Edge. How did that weird relationship come about? And how long has it been going on?"

Punk smirked slipping the World title off his shoulder, wrapping one arm around Edge's waist. "Yeah... We had similar desires. I've always kind of had a thing for him, and he was just playing hard to get. When he told me Vickie intended to marry him... I couldn't let that happen to put it simple, we fell in love with each other... it's been about a month give or take. But the feelings have been here much longer than that."

Edge leaned toward the microphone. "Yeah Vickie just couldn't let it go... I tried to stay true to... her, my future, but my love for Punk ran way too deep for that. I know she's here tonight at raw, with La Famila... trying to intimidate us, it isn't going to happen."

Maria pulled the microphone back after Edge finished. "Okay, I wanted to ask about Punk cashing in on you Edge, did that affect your relationship in any way?"

"No Maria, it was part of Punky's plan here. See me losing the World title, was step one, it sort of kicked off in me breaking it off with that she-beast. I think everyone already knows I was only going to marry her to keep the World title, see she thought I loved her, but I could never love somebody like her. She disgusted me." Edge murmured as the fans cheered in the background.

Maria nodded trying not to smile. "About the "plan" I wanted to also ask, about the assist of Jeff Hardy, John Cena and Randy Orton, how did you get Jeff and Cena to co-exist with Randy Orton?"

Punk smirked. "Well Randy's not a douche like everyone seems to think he is... at least he's not a big douche, he's actually pretty loyal, he heard Edge was in need of a helping hand, and proudly stepped up to the plate."

"Punk tonight your facing JBL, with your newly won World title on the line, your thoughts on that?" She held the microphone to Punk's lips.

"I'm going to beat that loud mouth, and shove the word 'Fluke' up his ass."

"Okay thanks for your time, good luck you two" Maria giggled watching the two men kiss before walking off hand in hand.

Vickie watched backstage, fuming as she watched the interview. "Damn Edge, Damn him to hell, Punk, That worthless untalented indie piece of garbage! They'll both pay tonight!"

"They will" Chavo promised. "We won't fail you Vickie" Zack murmured with a smirk.

"Edge won't get away with what he did" Curt muttered as he taped his fists up.

"I'm putting Punk on the shelf." Bam hissed glaring at the screen.

"You better not fail me, or I'll have to bring in my surprise. Somebody who will get the job done!" Vickie hissed.

Randy got in Phil's face. "Why'd you call me a douche!"

"You are a douche" Jeff muttered fist bumping John, who didn't seem too enthusiastic like he usually was when someone insulted Randy. "Enough" Adam yawned hug tackling Randy, as they fell back on the couch. "Damn you" Randy hissed grabbing Adam, putting him in a headlock playfully. Adam grumbled incoherently, pushing at Randy's arms unsuccessfully. "Phil!" Adam cried out, struggling with Randy's arm. "Nope, brought that on yourself" Phil muttered as he sat down to go over strategy with Jeff and John.

"Dammit" Adam hissed as Randy ruffled his blonde locks before releasing him. Adam spun around to glare daggers at Randy, who grinned sheepishly. "Bring it Copeland".

"Ugh... Not worth it" Adam huffed fixing his hair.

"Baby..." Randy muttered, crossing his arms, and plopping down on the couch.

"Good Luck Baby" Adam murmured kissing Phil's lips. "I don't believe in Luck." Phil murmured back with a grin. "Just go".

"We'll be watching Phil" Jeff promised as Phil nodded, turning to walk out on the stage as his theme hit.

Adam, Jeff, John and Randy watched the match in the back; so far JBL had the upper hand. Punk was crawling away as JBL delivered hard kicks to his mid-section. "Dammit! Come Phil!" Jeff cheered with clenched fists. "I can't watch this" Adam moaned standing and walking out of the room. "Hey where's he going?" Randy asked standing and following Adam.

Jeff and John remained seated, cheering Punk on.

"Adam!" Randy called running up to him. "I have a bad feeling Randy. I gotta go out there!"

"I'm coming!" Randy murmured walking besides him. "Okay" Adam muttered as they ascended the stairs leading to the stage. They walked out as fans stared cheering upon seeing Rated RKO as they walked with purpose to the ring, temporarily distracting JBL, long enough for Punk to get in a kick to his head, sending him backwards, off his feet. Adam started pounding his hands on the mat, cheering Punk on. Punk began fighting back, ducking as JBL attempted a closeline from hell, grabbing his wrist, lifting him up and nailing him with a nasty looking GTS for the win.

Adam clapped, climbing in the ring, followed by Randy, but still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. He lifted Phil to his feet, wrapping an arm around his waist, placing a kiss on his cheek with a grin. "Why are you out here?" Punk panted, glaring at Adam. Adam grabbed the World title from the ref, handing it to Punk, who accepted it. "Because I have this... feeling that something ba-" Adam stopped as Randy grabbed his arm pointing frantically to the stage.

Adam turned, still holding Punk up, to the look at the stage, where Vickie, Chavo, Zack, Curt and Bam were walking down to the ring, malice intent on their minds. Curt, Zack and Bam had steel chairs, Chavo had a pipe, Vickie was smirking evilly as La Famila surrounded the ring. "Dammit" Punk hissed pulling away from Adam, standing in front of him protectively, taking a defensive stance.

Randy pressed his back against Adam's, also taking a defensive stance, daring any of Vickie cronies to step foot in the ring. And like that... They all attacked at once.

Randy went down, Punk too tired to have much fight after his match went down, Adam was still standing. Nobody touched him... yet. Bam raised the chair to hit Punk, but Adam threw himself in front of it, taking the shot in the back.

"Dammit!" John hissed as he watched what went on. Jeff leaped off the couch. They grabbed any weapon they could find on the way to the stage, racing to the ring. John was wielding a Chair, Jeff, a baseball bat. As both men hit the ring, La Famila scattered, running away like 'scolded dogs' as JR put it.

They ran, but the damage was certainly done.

End of Chapter 16