After their match, Punk offered to take Natalya out for dinner as a way to thank her for being his tag team partner. To his relief, she had agreed and told him that she would meet him in the parking garage next to her rental car in an hour and a half. She offered to drive since Punk had mooched a ride with Cena. Taking an extra-long shower, and taking longer than usual to get ready, he finally headed out to meet with Natalya. Checking the time on his phone, he silently cursed himself because he was running late. Getting a better hold of his duffel bag, he started sprinting to the parking garage, which was fairly easy considering the hallways were practically empty. Finally making it to the garage, he could hear yelling and immediately recognized the voices.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" he muttered to himself as he walked towards the sound at a brisk pace.
"You should really be more careful when you are in the ring Natalya; you almost broke Layla's back with that Sharpshooter. See this is why I suggested that you stay as a manager instead of an in-ring competitor. You are just so sloppy with your moves you will end up hurting someone." Tyson said, once again berating her.
Punk noticed that Natalya wasn't even looking at Tyson, instead she was looking down at her shoes, trying not to let the tears fall from her eyes. How could he not see how much he was hurting her? Punk finally made it towards the duo and threw his bags down on the ground near Tyson.
"Excuse me, but do you mind stepping away from my dinner date? It would be greatly appreciated."
Tyson whipped his head around and glared when he realized that it was Punk who had spoken.
"You know what, no. I'm trying to talk to my girlfriend, so if you don't mind just buzzing off."
"Dammit Tyson, I broke up with you remember? That would make me your ex-girlfriend, so you had better get used to saying it." Natalya said finally speaking up, wiping the tears that threatened to make an appearance.
"So you mean to tell me you broke up with me so that you could go out with this homeless looking slime ball?"
"At least this slime ball has some manners when it comes to being around a lady. Now get to leaving before I level your ass out." Punk said as he moved closer to Natalya.
"Oh really? What are you going to do if I do-." Tyson started to say before he was cut off when Punk suddenly decked him square in the nose. The sound of bones breaking was cringe worthy.
"Sonofabitch, you just broke my nose!"
"Is that what that sound was?"
"I'm going to get you back for this Punk, just you wait and see." Tyson hollered as he ran away to find a place to clean up.
"I'll be here waiting!" Punk yelled back as he turned around to look at Natalya.
Before he knew it, she grabbed his face in both of her hands and planted a kiss on his lips. He was taken by surprise, but for some reason didn't want to fight it. He growled inwardly when she pulled away, instantly missing the feeling of her lips on his.
"What was that for?" he asked, his heart was racing faster than it ever had before.
"For many things. For standing up for me with Tyson and for talking to Vince, convincing him that I really can wrestle and look beautiful at the same time."
"You're welcome. Had I known it would get me that kind of response, I probably would have done it a lot sooner!"
"Don't push your luck, we will have to wait and see how dinner goes before I think about doing that again." She said in a seductive manner as she walked to the driver's side and climbed inside.
"God I love my job!" Punk said as he looked upward before placing his bags into the backseat and then taking his spot next to Natalya.