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Chapter 7

He still wasn't exactly sure why he had allowed them into his group. Perhaps it was because having Divas would make them a more dominant group. But he knew that deep down that wasn't the reason. He knew deep down that the reason he allowed them in was because the two-toned haired diva was AJ's best friend.

And he needed all the help he could get at this point. He needed her help to get AJ to wait for an explanation.

To wait for when he was ready to give her one.

Shaking his head he fixed his gaze on the two divas sitting on the large couch. "So why?" he asked clasping his hands together.

Kaitlyn and Alicia turned to look at him with nervous eyes.

"Because we want to be part of the most dominating stable in the WWE?" Kaitlyn asked weakly looking at Alicia nervously.

Punk smirked "Good answer." he stood up giving them all a nod before walking out of the locker room.

Walking around he arena he placed his hands in the pockets of his hoddie whistling along to the music playing into his ears.

Rounding up a corner he closed his eyes. Only to have the kiss he had seen only a week ago play behind his closed eyelids.

Just like it did every time he tried closing his eyes.

Every

Damn

Time

The beautiful Texan Native bit her lip as she peeked her head into the women's locker room.

Not noticing the small brunette sitting in a chair near the corner she let out a sigh of relief and walked in.

The Divas had been less than happy with her and Alicia's choice to join the Nexus. Going as far as calling them traitors when they had dropped of their luggage in the locker room. Thus them now staying in the Nexus's locker room.

Now that the locker room was empty she had a chance to grab her stuff before the Divas decided to play any petty pranks on her.

Holding her head high she walked across the seemingly empty locker room and grabbed her and Alicia's suitcases. Her heels licked on the ground as she made her way towards the door.

Stopping to look at her reflection she smoothed out her black dress, a yellow belt hugging her waist tightly.

"Kait." a small voice said causing the two-toned young woman to spin around to face her small best friend.

"AJ?" her words came out in a question.

"Why?" AJ asked stepping closer hugging her torso with her thin arms "You're my best friend. You know what Nexus is doing to me. To John. To Punk." her voice became louder "Why would you do this?"

Kaitlyn fought for the emotion to not show on her face "I want to be someone. I want to have the camera on me for once. Joining Nexus was the smartest move me and Alicia have ever made." she lied.

AJ's eyes widen "That's not you. You're not this person." she waved her hand over Kaitlyn's body her eyes traveling towards the high-heeled pumps she was wearing.

Knowing her best friend preferred wearing a pair of comfortable sneakers. Much like she did.

"This is me." Kaitlyn said coldly trying to keep up the façade.

AJ shook her head backing away from her before turning on her heel and running out of the room.

As soon as the brunette had left Kaitlyn's mask faded away and the tears rolled down her perfectly made up face.

Punk watched with a satisfied smile as he watched the match on the monitor.

The latest superstar in his group of Neanderthals, as most others preferred to call them, was in an intense brawl with the World Heavyweight Champion.

He had already had his match. Even if he hadn't won the 30-man battle royal and none of the other members had. But it was enough that Cena didn't either.

A smirk graced Punk's face as he watched the screen.

He felt a firm hand on his shoulder.

Turning his head he looked at the gathered group of men as well as the two women. He gave a small nod to the group. He started down the hall with the group following behind him.

Even if his match was over he still had business with one Apex Predator.

The group broke apart slowly each going to their positions. Not all of them would be going down the ramp as they would on normal circumstances.

Actually only two would. Kaitlyn and Alicia walked down the ramp. No music played for them, but the crowds as well as the commentators provided enough noise around them.

Punk watched covertly from his position. Waiting for the moment the two divas got to the announce tables. Considering the circumstances it was the safest position for them.

His eyes turned back to the match waiting a few more moments. He could see how Sheamus was getting the advantage. Clearly the Viper's mind was more focused on the curious nature of the divas.

The Viper knew what was coming. He just didn't know when. Punk looked around finding everyone else scattered about the arena still out of view of the fans. Quickly checking how the match was before raising his fist in the air.

That was the signal.

All of them made a straight line to the arena. Fans started screaming with excitement as each of them emerged from their hiding places. Those close to the aisles throwing their hands out to possibly just brush across their skin.

They all made it around the ring. They weren't gonna attack yet. If they did then the match would be throw out...Or they at least weren't gonna do anything while the referee was looking.

Punk's eyes locked on the man.

They both knew what was gonna happen...Only difference is Punk knew when it was gonna happen.

Watching with careful eyes the New Nexus had control of the match. Each time Randy started to fight back it took a simple distraction of the referee or even Randy to make the momentum shift back.

Randy tried to do a DDT. Justin jumped on the apron calling the referee who quickly tried to get Justin to back away. Totally missing as Punk climbed the apron. Randy let go of Sheamus instantly for the chance to swing at Punk.

Punk dropped back down though getting out of reach once again.

Randy glared down at him. His eyes filled with rage. Taking in deep breaths from exhaustion. It didn't take a genius to realize he would rather be in a match against Punk right now. "This isn't over!" Randy yelled out.

Punk only smirked back. Cause it was over.

The moment Randy turned attention back Sheamus' boot connected with his skull. He dropped to the mat.

Sheamus made the cover.

1-2-3!

"The winner and NEW World Heavyweight Champion, Sheamus!"

The entire new nexus entered the ring. All congratulating the new champion.

Punk smiled as he watched Sheamus take the title with disbelief written over his face. He also chuckled when Sheamus lifted Kaitlyn clear off her feet when she gave him a hug. He watched and waited. He wasn't going to take the celebratory moment yet.

His eyes locked with Sheamus. Now for the real show.

John rolled his shoulders. Stretching his limbs more.

He had just gotten out of the trainers room. Punk had been pretty brutal in the rumble. Though he wasn't much better.

They both had a focus on wanting the other to lose. However Punk was the one who had done it. He had gotten him over the top rope. Not even using the help of the other Nexus members in the rumble to do it.

He still wasn't pleased with Punk, but he couldn't stop admiring him. He'd never say it, but Punk was one of the best. Even admitting it to himself made him want to smash his head into a wall.

Walking backstage he could see the crowd forming around the monitor. His eye brow rose in question. He had already hear through the echo that Randy had lost his title. He was gonna go looking for his fallen friend, but one peak at the monitor couldn't hurt.

The crowd around stepped aside when they saw him coming. His noticed how some of looks he received were sad and filled with pity. He didn't know why.

Until he saw the monitor.

Punk was watching over as Slater and Justin wedged Randy's arm in a folded steel chair.

"Don't do it." John whispered harshly.

It was an order that Punk wasn't gonna hear.

An order he wasn't gonna listen to.

Punk literally jumped onto the chair. His weight impacting the chair letting the chair press into Randy's arm.

John had seen enough. He ran to the gorilla running through the curtain. Referees and medics running with him.

Kneeling next to his friend he looked up the ramp as the figures clad in yellow and black backed away from the ring. The Divas clinging to their arms all they all smirked at him.

Punk gave him a nod before retreating to the back.

He saw her disappointed brown eyes as soon as he entered the backstage area.

"Go." he ordered his guys and girls as soon as he saw her looking at her.

Knowing that Punk was in no mood to argue they quickly walked off, Kaitlyn giving her best friend a pleading look.

A look that AJ ignored.

Taking a few steps closer to the brunette he placed his hand on her arm trying not to frown when she pulled away from him.

"Apr-" he began stepping closer only to have her step back.

She shook her head sadly "Phil." she whispered "You-" her voice quivered "You broke Randy's arm!" her voice raised in pitch. "You broke his arm! You made him lose his title. You cost John a title match." her voice began getting a bit more hysterical the more she talked.

He stepped close once again placing his arms around her tightly "Look at me."

Biting her lip she shook her head looking down at their feet. The tears were already flowing freely down her cheeks.

"Look at me." he demanded softly placing his hand under her chin and tilting her head.

Her tearful eyes meet his green one "Why?" she whispered again.

"Why did you let John kiss you?" he couldn't help but whisper back as his fingers whipped away her tears.

She looked away once again focusing her eyes on the wall behind his shoulder.

Punk looked down at her, his hand softly stroking her hair as she cried softly.

"You have to give me time." he pleaded "I can't tell you yet."

Pursing her lips tightly she shook her head stepping out of his arms "I can't"

Giving him one last look she whipped away the tears and walked away.

A/N- Please - raises hands up- Don't kill me! I think it had to be done. For the things that are to come. So please do not kill me... Oh and I was wondering can ya'll tell which parts I write and which parts DemonicXaliv writes? I'm curious xD - UR

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