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Chapter 13

Everyone looked around at each other as they walked down the hallways in a sea of black and yellow, the men wearing their black and yellow shirts while the two ladies wore their little black dresses.

Punk couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as he walked down the hall. Sheamus on his right along with Kaitlyn. The rest of the Nexus members falling in step behind him.

Catching her eye as he walked he gave her a small smile. A true smile. Not a smirk. A smile.

He nods at her because he knows she has something to do with him being back.

"This is so cool." Alicia whispered as she held on to Justin's arm. She looked around as everyone made a pathway so they could walk.

"Focus." Punk said quietly as they reached their locker room "We are here to continue our plan. Are you all still in?" his question was meet with solemn nods. "Good."

Sitting down on the bench he clasped his hands together "Okay. So this is the plan-"

They all nodded as they listened to him talk.

Clapping his hands he stood up, Sheamus following his lead. "Well let's get started" he smirked at them.

She paced the hallways with a look of utter concentration on her face. Her earphones in place as she walked back and forth in front of the crates.

Closing her eyes his green eyes came to mind. And that smile. Not a smirk. A smile sent her way. She felt giddy just thinking about it.

That had been her Phil. Her friend. Her best friend.

Rolling her head and shoulders she tried relaxing. She knew her match was next and she was ready.

She jumped slightly as a hand landed on her shoulder. Rolling eyes she yanked the earphones out of her ears "John I already told-" the words died on her lips as her eyes meet green ones.

"Hi Punk." she said softly coming face to face with him for the first time since his big shoot.

"April." he said curtly.

Her smile faltered. "Phil?"

"Thank you." he said quietly.

Arching an eyebrow she asked "For what?"

"Making John and Vince reinstate us." he said "Thank you."

AJ nodded "Oh yeah. That was unfair. Especially taking the title from Sheamus."

Punk nodded in agreement shoving his hands in his pockets "Yeah-"

AJ nodded "Well umm your welcome. But I have a match. See you around Phil."

He watched her walk away. Why didn't he tell her? He had the perfect opportunity.

AJ bounced on her feet trying to get her body prepared for the abuse it was going to take in her match tonight.

"AJ?"

She turned to look at the deep blue eyes. She sighed. "John." She said simply giving a friendly nod. She was still annoyed with him, but he had done what she asked for. There wasn't much more that could be done.

"Look, I'm sorry. But Punk isn't the only one who has feelings for you." John explained.

"You just made sure to make a move before he got a chance." The words came out more bitter than she had planned for. She knew she had hit a nerve with how his shoulders slumped. "Sorry." She said. She knew John had every right to explain himself.

"Look I'm not going to force you to choose me. But you do have a choice to make." John explained. He waited for AJ's eye to register his words before he continued. "Even if you don't choose me, I have to beat Punk. He can't just run around and attack people he doesn't like how he has been. You know that just as well as I do."

AJ gave a solemn nod of understanding. She knew what Punk had done was wrong. But at least now Punk could fight back.

Punk smiled as her music blasted through the speakers. Happy she won her match. He grabbed the mic stepping out to the arena. Her music still playing through the speakers, he walked down the ramp.

He tucked the microphone beneath his arm as he clapped in celebration for her victory. She gave a confused look to him as she stood in the ring.

"I think AJ should get out of the ring." Cole commented.

"I agree, there's no telling what Punk is thinking." Lawler agreed.

AJ slipped out of the ring. She walked towards Punk pausing next to him before continuing up the ramp.

"Great match." He congratulated.

"What are you doing Phil?" She asked in a low whisper, so the mics attached to the cameras wouldn't pick up her voice.

"You'll see." He gave her a smirk. Like that would reassure her; when it only set her stomach in knots.

She let all the same. Giving a final glance as Punk said in the center of the ring Indian style.

"Do I have everybodies attention now?" Punk started. The roar of the crowd almost defeaning. He sat in the ring trying not to smirk. The fans seemed to have jumped on some sort of bandwagon and were now supporting him.

"I feel a bit of recapping is in order. If you didn't see the show where I called out not just John Cena, but this company for all the crap that it is. But I was suspended by Vincent K. McMahon. And not just myself, Sheamus, Kaitlyn, Justin Gabriel, Health Slater, and all those guys who just like me are tired of being treated like shit!" A string of boos filled the arena.

"We were suspended. And we were suspended because I got into a little bit of trouble with some of the things that I said. I got in trouble because I have the balls to say things that nobody else has the balls to say. This like this company, inside and outside the ring, is filled with a parade of shameless ass-kissers." He explained.

"But obviously I'm here. And not only have I and all my colleagues been reinstated. And not only is my championship match with John Cena back on." He pushed himself back to his feet. "Vince McMahon desperately wants to sign me to a very long-term, very lucrative contract with World Wrestling Entertaniment. Because my contract expires the very same night of Money in the Bank." unenthused cheers filling the arena again.

"And this is hilarious to me that Vince is bending over backwards to give me everything I ever wanted. The reason that's funny is because this is all I ever wanted." He point the finger of his free hand against the microphone. "This little microphone. See this is power people. This voice, this is power. In anybody elses hands this is microphone. In my hands, it's a pipebomb. As showed before."

"So Vince McMahon finally sees me for what I am, that is the hottest commodity in this industry today. That is because I did something that he and his endless empty suit couldn't do, I made WWE socially relevant. And I'm not talking about you people cause you don't really count, but the real world. See in the real world WWE has always got a mention for two things." Punk continued.

"First, CM Punk is speaking is his mind. Second, is because somebody died. It's true. And now, because of me, WWE is all over youtube. I am a youtube sensation! ESPN is falling all over themselves to hear what I have to say. They're all begging for my story. And it's funny to me that I have one foot out the door and Vince McMahon is finally trying to give me everything I could ever want. But I don't want anything from him." Punk said.

"See I only want one thing, one person. She's in the back, I know cause she just left this ring. Now I know this place isn't a dating service, but maybe never time Cena will know the same thing." Punk dropped the mic. Letting it create a thud as it hit the mat. He laughed as the roared. He knew he had potential just dragged AJ further into this feud, but honestly she had been in the middle of it for a long time already.

A/N: How was that? More to come next chapter :)

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