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Chapter 9

He wasn't a man to attack someone from behind but at this point in time he really didn't care.

He just wanted everything to be over. And if he was the one that had to end it then so be it.

Jumping over the barricade he quickly slid into the ring his forearm quickly connection with the back of Punk's head.

Going into the attack he ignored the fan's shocked gasps. This was no longer wrestling. This was personal.

Getting the upper hand on the tired man he continued his attack. Trying to do all the damage he would before he would be stopped. "This is for Randy." he whispered into his former friend's ear. "This is for her. Your not getting her Punk. She's mine."

Soon enough two pair of hands were gripping his arms pulling him away. Kicking at his restrains he quickly escaped them going back to his attack.

"She's not your property." he heard Punk say as he was pulled away once again.

This time he could not get away as the two Divas stepped in front of him giving him a glare before helping Punk out of the ring.

He however shook them off as soon as they were out of the ring.

"This isn't over." John shouted struggling against Sheamus' tight grip.

"Oh John-boy." Punk laughed his tongue flicking out to run over the cut on his lip "This is just beginning."

Shaking off the pale man he gave them all glare before exiting the ring.

Punk stopped by the trainers room. His neck hurt and he was still pissed that John had gotten the upper hand.

He didn't spend long with the trainers. He was still seething with anger. He would only be calmed in two ways.

First and most obvious, he could beat Cena to pulp. Put the boy scout in the hospital right next to his good buddy the Viper.

Second, the option Punk found more pleasing. Would be to find AJ. He would ask her about John. If he really was the good guy she thought he was at all. She had to have some doubts after the man attacked her from behind.

Justin and Slater were trying to get him to slow down. But he pushed them away. He didn't even bother yelling at them before turning back to his search. They might have tried again if Sheamus hadn't told them otherwise.

Punk stomped through the back stage area. No one daring to get in his way. The scowl on his face, his hands tightened into fist. Everyone knew he meant business.

His search stopped at catering.

There she was...But so was he.

He hid behind a stack of crates. He wanted to see the interaction.

Too bad from the distance he couldn't see what they were talking about. Maybe if could do a better job at reading lips and they wouldn't keep turning their heads he could figure it out.

Or maybe he didn't want to know.

He watched their lips connect.

All the rage he had forgotten about returned. That was it.

He turned his back heading away from the grotesque image.

He had plans to make.

"You know he start this?" John said.

AJ had not said a word to him since he got back. He knew AJ wasn't going to be happy with his decision, but Punk had crossed a line. A line that could not be uncrossed.

"You saw what he did to Randy. I'm only doing what is fair. If he's gonna go around attacking people then he deserves to have the same thing happen to him." John reasoned with her.

"Stop." AJ ordered. Even though her voice was soft. She crossed her arms over her body holding them close to her body. She couldn't argue with it. And it made her feel sick that she no longer could defend him.

She shouldn't even be feeling like that. After all she had abandoned him also...hadn't she?

"Come on. I was only giving Punk a taste of his own medicine." John urged. His large hands running over her arms.

The touch sent chills down her spine. Just maybe not for the reasons she thought.

She let her arms fall taking away the invisible barrier she had up.

John gave her that charming smile. Leaning down he kissed her lips. His large hands on her hips. She relaxed her body touching his smooth cheek as she kissed him back.

And for a moment she allowed herself to wonder what his hands might feel against her hips, what he would taste like.

"What do you mean we're doing it?!" Sheamus shouted. He was watching Punk's constant movement as he paced back and forth across the locker room. Sheamus was the only one speaking up as all the other members were still in shock or just too intimidated by his rage.

"We're doing it! If...If I wait any longer then doing any of this would just end up being pointless!" Punk shout kicking at a gym bag that in his fury he didn't even know to whom it belonged to.

"Ok! Just calm down. If we're gonna get this out in the open then you might as well have a plan." Sheamus reasoned with the man.

Punk paced across the room three more times before finally burning off enough of the energy he had built up in pure anger. His eyes that had been fixed at his feet looked up. The scowl on his face morphed into a sinister smirk.

"Trust me. I have a plan."

Looking at the men and women standing next to him he said "I really would prefer if you stayed back here." he directed his statements towards the two Divas.

"Not gonna happen." Alicia said slipping her hand into the crook of Justin's arm "We take care of our own right?" she asked giving him a small timid smile.

Although Punk wanted to disagree he knew it was the truth.

Giving them a nod he turned to the man who controlled the music and gave him another nod.

They walked slowly down the ramp in a sea of yellow and black. Otunga, Mason, Sheamus, Heath, and Justin slipping into the ring as Kaitlyn and Alicia bent down to grab some things from under the table.

Punk stood back and watched his plan unfold as Kaitlyn passed Sheamus a steel chair.

Soon the Divas were standing back and watching with matching smirks.

Punk shook his head at their actions before grabbing a table and sliding it into the ring, sliding in himself only a second later.

With a smirk he grabbed the beaten down John Cena as Sheamus set up the table. Doing his usual set up he placed John on his shoulders before dropping him on his knee and soon onto the table.

Giving the fans a smile he walked around the ring. Asking for a mike he slid out of the ring. The Nexus members following in his awake.

Raising his fist he watched as the raised their. Giving them a nod they all walked by him and began walking towards the backstage area.

Sheamus patted his arm as Kaitlyn gave him a smile. They knew what he was about to do.

As his music came to an end he sat at the top of the ramp with the mike in his hand and a smile on his face.

It was time.

A/N: Don't we all just love cliffhangers? I know I do xD I am sorry to say that I deleted The Games We Play. I just lost interest in the story and I had no inspiration to write it. However I do have a new Punk-AJ fic. So I hope ya'll check that out. It's called More Than Words. Also I find it so funny that everyone thinks that I'm the one that has written the Kaitmus scenes. That all goes to DX except for the small Kaitmus mentions in this one. That's was me :)

A/N:...I kinda just realized this story got this far. It seriously doesn't seem that long ago that this started. Oh and if you wanna kill someone for the cliff then go ahead and kill me since it was my idea to cut it there...I regret nothing!-DX