A/N:More evidence bogus. Ever AJPunk fans says the room she went into was Punk's. And I'm not saying that I'm not thinking it. But I'm 99% sure it isn't Cena's. I loved a screen shots of the hallways from where AJ and Cena came out. I don't think it's the same hallway. Of course there is MORE. Begging for AJ or Cena to have shit on Vickie with their own evidence.
Seperate to all this! A guest commented I should do more AJ/Cena/Punk. Sorry to say this, but that is something I'm trying to avoid as much as possible. Simply because almost everyone has or will have it. The current storyline on screen is a guarantee of it. And I don't wanna copy anyone. Currently the "storyline" of my story is gonna be shown since it isn't anything the WWE is doing right now...Considering I'm currently past Survivor Series in the timeline. And with that there will be some AJ/cena/Punk, but that's all for the on-screen moments of this story.[If that confuses anyone tell me]
Punk didn't know what to do anymore. Between work, the pregnancy, his relationship with AJ, and the sudden appearance of his brother. He didn't know what the handle first. He was almost thankful when one of the writers came up to him to tell him about what the promo he would be in consist of.
"OK, considering you revealed you're the father of AJ's child. We're gonna have AJ confirm that. When she does Vickie is gonna come out saying things like AJ's a whore and things such as that. When AJ looks like she's about to attack Vickie, you'll come out. Do you have an idea of what you wanna say?" The female writer over viewed the outline to the promo.
Punk looked up. He was drained. He hadn't gotten any sleep during the night. "Kinda, any suggestions?" He questioned.
She raised a curious brow at him. Usually Punk would always know what to do for his promos after one go over of the outline. he would be ready to speak his mind and throw pip-bombs. Also with his new character image, he'd be demanding respect through it all. Looking more closly at the superstar she noticed how the bags under his eyes looked heavier and his body slumped like he couldn't even get the energy to sit straight. "Is there something wrong?" She asked.
"It's all kinda personal, Melissa." Punk sighed.
She was a young writer, but had a lot of talent. She had a lot of ideas that got her into the company. She was also a huge fan that it took about a month of being backstage for her to calm herself enough that she wasn't ready to scream with excitement or just faint from seeing some of the superstars. She was sweet though and kind. Since she was a fan she already knew not to hand him a script and she didn't with any of the larger superstars unless they asked for one.
"I know this storyline is kinda personal, but it's only for now." She said trying to reassure him. "All you really need to do is protect AJ from Vickie, further confirm your paternal rights. Nothing you can't figure out. But your still heel, so AJ is not going to be falling into your arms out there." Reminding him.
"She told me that on-screen she's going to be saying things like even if I am the father I will never get to see my child. How I'm a monster." Punk thought back to how he had to comfort AJ as she cried about that. He knew she didn't think that way so he was fine with it. Plus this could either further his heel persona or break it. Either way he was fine with how it was progressing as a storyline for the fans.
"Yeah. However you go with the reaction to that is gonna be the key thing in what happens next. I know you like being heel, so we were thinking you could kinda be like this dark being trying to draw AJ in while she's getting bullied by Vickie and other people. And then she'll do her own heel turn and join you." Melissa reasoned out.
"Sounds good." Punk sighed. He didn't mind it all, but his mind so overloaded with other issues that worrying about the end of this storyline or the progression, past tonight, was the last thing he needed to think about.
"OK. I have to go talk with John. Good luck, Punk." She stood from her seat. Gathering her notebook and papers she headed off. Her well wishes not just for his storyline.
AJ took a deep breath as she stepped out for the promo. Fans still cheered for her. Sadly she couldn't give a signature skip as she made her way down the ring. It was too dangerous, both with the jerks to her swollen abdomen and the very real possibility of tripping over her own feet.
She carefully made her way up the steel steps. Tech hands holding the ropes open for her to step through. One of them handed her the microphone for the segment. She took another deep breath. Sink or swim...
"Everyone has been talking about Survivor Series and what happened...CM Punk...proclaimed to all of you and everyone that he is the father of my child." AJ almost groaned as she said the words. It was how she suppose to. "And he wasn't lying."
The crowd a mix of positive and negative noises. She gave a small weak smile and a shrug before continuing. "After Money in the Bank...We just had this left over tension..." AJ's voice continuing to trail over. Biting her lips and looking to the mat as the memories ran through her brain.
Snapping out of her daze she looked back to the crowd and camera with a straight and firm expression. "But we are done." AJ stated basically glaring.
The cackling laughter came as Vickie stepped out onto the stage coming down the ramp. "Do you really expect people to believe this, AJ?! There is evidence of your relationships with at least 4 superstars! Or maybe like another gold-digging woman you convinced Punk it was his. He is the WWE Champion after all. Plus, you aren't General Manager anymore and in your condition there is so way for you to wrestle."
AJ didn't even get a chance to defend herself as Vickie continued her onslaught. "Is that what it is AJ? Without being the General Manager you became so desperate that you needed to trick someone into fathering your bastard child."
Vickie started to laugh like a hyena throwing her head back with a gruel grin. AJ was ready to jump her. Images of her ripping at the dyed black hair and unflattering attire, pregnancy be damned. Which meant it was time for Punk to come out. The familiar static sparked the still mixed reaction as Punk stepped out alone. Banging his head to the beat of the music as he looked at the crowd. His eyes scanning over the arena before falling on the scene in the ring.
He already had a microphone in his hands. Raising it to his lips. "Vickie, I thought I made this clear last night, jealousy is just ugly. Not unlike yourself." He stepped into the ring. His large frame easily intimidating to Vickie's smaller body making her step away. "Also, I have no doubt that I am the father." Smiling smugly.
"See Daniel and Kane were only being used by AJ, for my benefit. And this things with John? That was you twisting this so called "evidence" so you could get AJ's job. See the hotel room she went in was mine. Those text messages and emails on her phone were to me." Punk circled around the two women like a shark stopping by Vickie.
"Now if you don't mind, AJ and I need to talk." Punk said gesturing for her to leave the ring and return backstage.
Vickie was furious, glaring at Punk. He didn't looked threatened at all by her glare. "Listen Punk! I am the managing supervisor and this is my ring!-"
"NO!" Punk shouted interrupting her. "This is my ring! The ring of the WWE Champion! And you aren't a managing whatever. You are just another pathetic puppet for Mr. McMahon. Exactly why you have this job. And you know why he's been here every week. Cause because as much as I hate the man and as bad as his ideas are, your ideas are worse." Punk talked down to her with a glare in his eyes.
Vickie's angered expression didn't fade, but she backed off. Backwards steps to the ropes till slipping through, leaving AJ alone with Punk.
Punk attention quickly turned to her. Stepping over he wrapped his arm over her shoulder. His smell over taking her senses. But she couldn't let that get to her, at least not now.
Punk was ready to speak, but he stopped when she slipped out beneath his arm. She forced a glare on him.
A growl to hiss tone, "AJ-"
"Punk, I have some information for you. Yes, you are the father. But that means nothing to me. You might want Paul to get some lawyers together. Cause that will only way you're ever get see MY baby." AJ hissed. She shoved the microphone against his chest. Leaving Punk standing there stunned and angered in the middle of the ring.
The next segment AJ was in she was texting on her phone when Paul came up to her. "AJ!" His voice dripping with false cheer. His face forced into a smile. "My aren't you just glowing."
AJ rolled her eyes easily giving Paul an unamused look. "What do you want Paul?" She questioned.
"Well I wanted you to know that Punk is very upset. And I think we can solve this very civilly. You see CM Punk is ready to give you and this baby everything you could ever want. Fame, power, wealth." Paul had a dream gaze. "Just imagine all the opportunities."
"I don't want CM Punk's money. See I'm not like you, Paul. I earn what I get myself. I refuse to leech off of anyone elses success." AJ said coldly keeping her voice detached. "Plus I refuse to let my child be around what he's become."
"Become?" Paul's tone disgusted by her words. "Become? CM Punk is the Best in the World! He is out to the respect he rightfully deserves as WWE Champion. And you should be showing him respect!" Losing his temper further and further.
"I respect CM Punk...I just don't trust, CM Punk." AJ answered plainly before leaving the camera shot.
After all her segments were done AJ was tears. Her body shaking lightly as she sobbed. She hated saying all those things. It made her feel sick to her stomach. And it felt so real in those moments. It felt surreal, like a dream almost. What shook her to the bone more than anything was she was beginning to doubt what was real.
"Hey." Punk's voice came behind her. His arms wrapping around her bringing her into his embrace. "This is just a storyline, AJ." He reminded once again.
"A storyline that says I hate you." AJ countered. "I don't hate you."
"I know you don't. And there are probably thousands of fans who think you don't either." He kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry about it."
"This would be a lot easier if I wasn't actually pregnant." AJ sighed.
"Regrets?"
AJ sighed. Looking down at her pregnant belly, the tattooed arms around her frame, the breath on her ear, the smell of his sweat lingering from his match. She turned around in his arms to face him. Her hands cupping his stubble cheeks. "None." She kissed his chin light. Choosing his chin since she knew she shouldn't kiss him.
She pulled away. Looking into his green eyes she saw something different about them. She guessed she had done something wrong with that kiss at first. But she didn't even get a chance to apologize before his lips were on hers.
A/N: OK, the top notes was kinda long. Anyway, the OC Melissa character I wanna note is a one time thing[I hope]. Based on myself since I do wanna work in WWE, so right now this is my only for sure in. I don't like using OCs a lot in a story. But that little segment set up enough in my mind what I wanted to do with the rest of the story.