Hi thanks for reading and coming back. Hope you enjoy this chapter, I wrote it at work, which I seem to be doing a lot of lately I hate covering awake overnight. When I'm writing this I am listening to Creed quite a bit and this chapter was inspired by the song What if? So it starts with a little lyric from that song. My Punkmuse is unhappy with parts of this chapter but its okay I think Punk is sexy when he pouts. Anyways on to the story hope you enjoy.
What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?
What if your words could be judged like a crime?
Punk and Brenna strolled backstage hand in hand to say he was impressed by her was an understatement. Many people would have froze in front of the crowd instead she dropped one hell of a promo on the fly. As they walked into the gorilla area he felt all eyes on them and just smiled. He tuned out everyone but Brenna turning towards her she looked up at him with wide eyes. "You are incredible that was sexy as hell!" Her eyes brightened and she yanked his head down kissing Punk and not wanting to deny his natural instinct he kissed her back deepening the kiss not caring most if the roster was watching him make out with his wife. He was suddenly pulled away and then shoved roughly it took him a few seconds to shake the cobwebs if lust from his mind but when he did Paul had Brenna by the arm and was yelling.
" Stay away from him, what are you doing?" Paul was attempting to drag Brenna away unsuccessfully Punk had more than enough of his theatrics and reached out he grabbed Paul's wrist in a firm grip bending it back to just before the breaking point. Paul immediately let go and turned from his smirking daughter to the man simmering with rage.
"Don't touch her!" Punks voice was deep with rage and Paul tried to step back. Punk just pulled him closer controlling the man by the wrist easily. "Did you just push me Paul and then put your hands on my wife? Tell me I was imagining that because that would mean you were in my personal space and the other side of the world is to close for you to be near me right now. I don't like to be touched by trash Paul and when I look at you all I see is the scum on the bottom of my shoe I have to scrap off. Then by some lapse of judgment you placed a hand on the women I lo... Married and think I'm going to let that slide." Punk was slightly frazzled by his almost slip of the tongue so he took a second to regroup as the rotund man stood in front of him squiring. His voice menacing a evil smirk sliding onto his face. " Paul you ever touch her again and I will break every bone in your body and laugh while I'm doing it and if you left a bruise on her then I'm going to gts you and not hold back and when my knee busts your nose wide open the only thing I will feel is sick satisfaction and Paul just so we are clear this isn't Punk speaking its Phil so you can take these threats as a promise. Oh and one more thing this is between me and you if you send your beast or Axel after my wife if she so much has a hair out of place when she's with me at ring side I will bury you Paul and I may not be the most popular person backstage but you have screwed everyone so much that I'm sure I will have help taking you down permanently. Do you understand me Paul?" As Paul opened his mouth to respond Punk twisted his wrist causing the other man to cry out in pain a few members of the roster moved closer in case they needed to break up anything. "No speaking Paul your voice annoys the fuck out of me just nod your head that you understand" Paul frantically nodded yes and finally Punk let go he then placed both hands on to Paul's chest and shoved watching as the man stumbled backwards.
He held his hand out to Brenna and they casually walked off heading towards Punk's bus before they could get there they were interrupted by one of the staff letting them know their presence was needed at Smackdown to give more of an explanation to the WWE universe and that Paul would not be in attendance so they could say anything within reason without interruptions. Punk sighed but nodded when they arrived on the bus he texted his friends and alerted them to his change of plans and that they would grab dinner next week after RAW. As the driver headed to the next city Punk settled down on the couch and pulled Brenna down beside him intent on having a serious talk.
"Okay darlin I was really impressed tonight however you can't do that again. What if Paul had some of his lackeys there to attack me you could have been seriously hurt. I need to know before you go out there that I have people in the back who will look out for you when I can't. You were brilliant but we aren't playing with the brightest crayons in the box, powerful monsters but they take orders from Paul and if I can't protect you I need to know I have back up. Plus I can handle Paul even when he goes personal. What you did tonight was crazy!" He could see she was letting him rant and possibly humoring him.
"Okay I get what you're saying however we are equals in this so don't try to censor me and I won't you and if you get to protect me I get to protect you. Please I'm crazy maybe a little but you dig crazy chicks so seems to me it's perfect. Besides that's the pot calling the kettle black or some such nonsense. By the way should I be worried that in the last half hour I've received a ton of texts warning me about you I mean a little late were already married but apparently you are a jerk who doesn't do long term relationships and has emotional issues as well as commitment phobias". Punks eyes widened and for a few moments he was speechless before grabbing for the phone.
"Who the hell said that?" She just kept the phone out of Punks reach smirking. Then to distract him leaned forward and kissed him. Several minutes later they broke apart and Punk leaned back against the seat pulling her against him running his fingers up and down her arm he double checked that no bruises were forming. "Brenna in all seriousness though I need to know if you have any skeletons in your closet something that Paul could use against us even something you would think was insignificant please tell me now." He felt her tense against his chest and waited for a bombshell he could almost see the gears turning in her head before a slow smile spread across her face.
"Well this is never going to work then Paul knows the truth! I'm a Boston Red Sox fan what ever shall we do!" Punk tried to keep a straight face at her over the top dramatics.
"Oh no Red Sox we need to get divorced now! A Red Sox fan in my house I don't think so!" He laughed with her and she kissed him. " Brenna in all seriousness anything just tell me now." She shook her head and pulled him down on top of her effectively distracting him the rest of the night though he couldn't shake the feeling she was hiding something.
The next night Punk and Brenna stepped off the bus together as they walked towards the arena through the parking lot Punks guard was down Paul wasn't here so he could just relax. They headed past a trailer when it happened Punk was rushed from behind he hit the pavement hard and before he could right himself his head was being bashed into the pavement while some else repeatedly kicked him in the back and sides, he could hear Brenna screaming and attempted to struggle but a brutal hit to his head caused him to see small black spots in his vision and right before he lost consciousness he did manage to see that Brenna was being held back by Paul and that gave him a good idea of who his attackers were.
It had been peaceful walking beside Punk in the parking lot Brenna was lost in thought wondering if she really needed to tell Punk everything about her past and if her father would truly drag out all her dirty linen to the world. If Paul did that what would the man beside her think would she lose what she was beginning to think was the start of something wonderful. It all came crashing down on her a few moments later when Punk was laying on the ground defenseless as Paul held her back. She watch it sickening dread as Brock repeatedly smashed Punks head into the tar and Axel stomp away at her husband. She screamed for help and called her a father several choices names as she tried to escape his grip. "Just remember you chose your side Brenna and it so sad you chose wrong, just know this beating is because of you." Paul sneered into her ear and she flung her elbow back into his solar plexus continue to scream for help. She wanted to vomit when Punk lost consciousness and it was worst with her dad laughing in her ear.
Finally she heard running feet and not surprisingly the three men made a hasty retreat. Brenna rushed to Punk's side afraid to touch him and make things worse. Fear at the pool of blood forming around Punk's head caused her to resuming screaming for help. She was unaware who finally came and moved her out of the way. She was slightly hysterical as she watched the doctors and trains appear. When they rolled Punk over she gasped and buried her head into the strong chest holding her. Punk's forehead was busted opened and she could already tell he was going to have black eyes. The doctor was talking to Punk with what appeared to be little effect. The person who was holding her back asked her what happened repeatedly. She finally caught the words and looked up at John Cena.
"Paul and his cronies" she spit venomously and pushed away from John. She went back to Punks side and tried to stay of of the way. She gently took Punk's hand staring down at the rings on their fingers and wondered for the first time if she had made a mistake. She could have put Punk in more danger by suggesting this. She hadn't thought everything through just saw Punk as an ally against a man she had her own reasons for taking down. She had been selfish and hoped Punk wasn't going to pay to big of a price. She suddenly felt pressure against her hand and glanced up seeing Punk's green eyes though blurry studying her face. "Hey everything's going to be okay, we are going to get you to a hospital to be checked out." She could tell he was studying her looking her over slowly. "I'm fine they didn't touch me, I'm fine" she forced a smile and could see he was trying to speak. She leaned down closer.
"Paul's a dead man for touching you. I'll be okay had worse beatings then this. Don't worry smile." She forced a smile for him she could hear the sirens in the background as the ambulance approached. She almost missed the whispered words that Punk spoke but she did catch them and it sent shivers throughout her whole body. "I love you Bre, my crazy chick" She quickly looked up at his face and saw he had fallen back unconscious and wondered if she had imagined the words being spoken.
Poor Punk but we all knew Heyman would retaliate. Wonder what Brenna's hiding I have an idea but if you have any suggestions let me know. As always please review because your reviews rock!