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Chapter Twelve - Straying from the path

'Punk? What's going on?' I struggled to form a sentence, I was being carried bridal style up the ramp towards the curtain, "You're going to the med bay." He replied. Blackness.

"Is she okay?" asked a female voice, I saw a flick of blonde hair in the corner of my eye, "It was an accident. I thought I hit her with my hand." She spoke again this time with a strained voice as if she was on the verge of tears, "She's going to be fine don't worry Phoenix." I looked up again at the Straight Edge Superstar; he gave me a gentle smile as he carried me down the hallway. Blackness.

I could make out muffled voices, "Just a concussion, nothing to major but we want to take her to the hospital." I groaned, Punk immediately left the conversation with the medic and came to my side; I held out my hand for him to grab, I was terrified. My body wasn't acting the way it should be and everything was in a haze, I didn't like it and I wanted it to end. The door opened and I could make out the thick English accent of my boyfriend asking the medic questions, Punk went to leave but I gripped his hand, "Thanks mate for carrying her." Wade gave Punk a slap on the back; I reluctantly let go of Punks hand. Blackness.

I woke up as if I had drunk Raleigh out of alcohol, I moaned into my pillow and opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I jumped up not knowing where I was and how I got here, to come to think of it I don't even know what day it is, Fuck. "You alright lass?" asked Sheamus from the small sitting area, he approached me and perched on the bed next to me, "Umm… I don't know." I said honestly ruffing my hair, he laughed loudly and retold the story of last night, "I don't think I've ever heard a lass swear as much as you, I guess that's the convict coming out of you! Everytime Wade, Miz or I had to wake you up you would greet us with the most foulest language I have ever heard. You should probably apologise to Miz, you did call him a 'American Turd Burger' a few times." My face redden in embarrassment, "I did not." He wiped a tear away from his cheek and continued his hearty laughter, "Yeah you did you convict." We were interrupted by the arrival of Miz with bags full of McDonalds breakfast, my stomach responded with a large growl, "I know your trying to keep on a diet but this is the best thing for a 'concussion hangover', sausage and egg mcmuffin tickle your fancy." He pulled one out of the bag and wiggled it in front of me, I accepted and ate it in three bites, "Another." I muffled with a mouth full, I don't think I have eaten anything so delicious in my life. "Oh these are for you by the way, Beth dropped them off this morning." Mike pointed to the rainforest of a bouquet sitting on the television cabinet, "I appreciate the gesture but what the fuck am I suppose to do with them?" I asked stuffing in another mouth full of mcmuffin, Sheamus nearly choked on his hashbrown with laughter, "Where's the lump of the man I call my boyfriend?" I asked Sheamus, "A meeting with creative, he is well angry at them for making him leave you." I sighed hoping he wouldn't say or do something he would regret.

I opted to travel with my old crew to Charlotte, I missed their company and I wanted to catch up with them, I pulled the injured card and managed to secure myself the front seat, Cody and Layla were snuggled up in the back seat next to a displeased Kaitlyn while Sandown drove down the dusty highway. "Did you guys get your scripts for the next few weeks?" Kaitlyn asked while flipping through hers, "Cody and I will be enlightening the masses and it looks like we will be wining the tag team belts." Sandow smiled from the drivers seat, he held out his fist for a bump which I replied with a smile, "No I haven't received mine yet, I've been told at this time I won't be winning the Divas championship because they want me to play a big role in the Intercontinental championship feud." I replied, looking down at the floor, I was a bit pissed off, I thought I had done enough to hold the title but I guess the Wade/Punk feud was a bit more important at this time, "Bummer." Said Layla giving my arm an encouraging pat. The conversation rarely stopped on the drive, I continued to text Wade assuring him that I'm okay and not going to die from a bump on the head, a new text message appeared on the screen, 'How's the head?' Punk was already in Charlotte and must have gotten bored, 'Still attached so that's a plus. Sheamus filled me in with the details from last night, thanks for carrying me.' I received an instant reply, 'No issues, it's pretty scary being concussed I know what its like. On an insensitive note, the crowd loved that last bit, I've been tweeted so many photos of it.' My thumbs danced around the small touch screen keyboard, not sure how to reply to the message without being flirty, 'I was about to say the same thing, it's a blessing in disguise.' I sent it not believing I would get a reply back, 'BTW just got the script for next Monday, things are about to get interesting.' Great this is exactly what my head needed.

The light of the camera flashed again for what seemed thing the millionth time, I posed with the Australian flag giving happy and bright smiles to the camera crew but I was feeling the opposite inside, the only thing getting me through the shoot was the fact that it was all going towards promo's for the Raw World Tour for Australia and New Zealand, I couldn't wait to perform at Rod Laver. For the first time I would be in the ring rather then sitting in the crowd, I got a bit giddy thinking about the thousands of Australian's that will (hopefully) chant my name. Being in a Wrestlemania match or wining a title is one of my dreams but performing in Melbourne would be my greatest achievement. I finished the shoot and headed back to the locker room pausing to poke my head into the editing bay to see the final ad cut for the tour, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I quickly changed into tonight's attire which was laid out for me, short dark blue denim shorts, a long sleeved white knit with a low cut back and black knee lace up combat boots, I admired myself in the mirror, it could have been worse, I was happy that I didn't have to wear a cut off top, who wears them any way, I guess they don't want me walking around like I work on the street corner. Layla popped her head into the locker room, "Hey we are just about to start pretapes, ready babe?" she asked, her makeup was amazing as always and she was in full ring gear ready to face Beth tonight. "Ready, action." Called the camera man, I walked down the hallway before being caught on the arm by Layla, "Sydney what are you doing here? Your not cleared to compete." She said with concern, I dropped my head and smiled, "Don't worry Layla, I'm not going out there to start a brawl. I've got a few things I need to take care of tonight, good luck out there though." I gave her a hug before walking out of frame, leaving Layla frowning with concern. "Good work ladies next shoot lets move out to the locker room." Called the cameraman, we shifted to the next location; I sat crossed legged on top of a crate while I waited for everything to be set up, "Hey love." Wade greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, "There's my costar, are you ready for Sydney Myers to reject the great Wade Barrett." I joked, he stifled a smile, "No, not at all. Does it feel as bad for you as it does for me in these scenes?" he asked while finishing taping his elbow, "Yeah it does, I felt awful when I had to pull you off the apron a few weeks ago." And I'm going to feel like shit after tonight, He leaned in for another kiss before replying, "You can make it up to me tonight." We took our positions and started rolling, I walked up to the locker room with the large CM Punk sign but before I could knock I was interrupted by Wade, "Darling, how are you feeling after your little bop on the head last week?" he went to put his hand on the sign of my cheek but I moved at the last second, he pouted "I was just asking you a question. You're a tiny fighter though aren't you, perfect for my group." He moved closer and I took a step back towards the door," Seriously that's the best you've got? That wasn't enticing or sexy." I took a step towards him, the confidence of Sydney Myers in full swing, "You cost me 3 matches and the Diva's title, why on earth would I join you 'barrage'? Actually don't even bother to answer that question I don't give two cents. You should watch yourself Wade Barrett because what goes around comes around and you've got something very nasty coming for you." He snarled and walked down the hallway leaving me to my business. When the director called cut he came running back with a smile, picked me up and gave me a wet kiss on the lips, "You didn't mean that did you love?" he asked with a baby voice, "Only when you don't pick up your wet towels from the bathroom." Wade and the camera crew laughed before the each headed out to do their tasks before Raw started.

30 seconds before I would walk down the ramp and to the commentator's desk to interrupt Beth and Layla's match, Wade had his hands on my shoulders and chin resting on the top of my head, we had been sitting in silence since the show started, neither of us sure whether to discuss the big ending for his match tonight, "10 seconds Bethany." Called the techie, I gave Wade hand a assuring squeeze and turned to peck him on the cheek. We were both unsure on how this was going to affect our relationship but its our chosen career path. My music played as I walked down the ring causing Beth to stop mid kick and move to the side of the ring facing the ramp, "What are you doing here? You can't be down here!" she cried, I ignored her by focusing my attention on the crowd, slapping hands and waving. "Hey guys." I waved the Jerry Lawler and Michael Cole at the booth, they both got out of their chairs and offered me the empty one next the Jerry, "Sydney Myers, you shouldn't be down here should you?" asked Jerry rhetorically, "Yep, but I don't really care, I've never listened to authority and I'm not going to start now." Layla had just won the upper hand, preparing to use her 'Layout' she was reversed at the last second, "Now we saw you talking to Layla, what exactly have you come down here to do?" Cole asked me, "I wanted to be here for this match to show Beth that even though she decided that the only way to get the upper hand with a cheap shot. I'm not technically allowed to get in the ring so I'm here to show Beth that it takes a lot more to keep me away from the Diva's title." Beth had pushed Layla into to corner giving her hand punches to the stomach, she grabbed a fist full of Layla's hair and dragged her into the center of the ring and performed a hard 'Glam Slam', I stood up and took the headphones off keeping eye contact with Beth as she slid out of the ring, gave the title a kiss and walked up the ramp. I slid into the ring to check on Layla and helped through the ropes, she gave me the okay before I returned to my seat at commentary, "So will you be joining us for the next match? Your much better company the Cole." He joked; Cole shot him an annoyed look, "If you guys don't mind having me. I do have one more thing I have to do."

We returned from commercial break, chatting about the upcoming matches tonight and Elimination Chamber, Punk made his entrance, I squirmed in my chair hoping this segment would go quicker, Wade entered the arena next microphone in hand as he sauntered down the ramp and into the ring, "Aren't we all so happy that Sydney has taken time out of her busy schedule to join us all for my match?" he asked the crowd, Punk stood in the corner of the ring shaking his head in disagreement, "Get over yourself." He told Wade with a wave of his taped hand, "Sydney darling would you kindly join me in the ring?" he held out his free hand gesturing me to the ring, Jerry put a hand gently on mine, "You shouldn't do this." He said; I gave him a sympathetic smile before sliding into the ring. Punk moved in between us, putting a hand on my waist while keeping an eye on Wade, "Are you stupid? Why the hell are you in the ring?" he asked, I looked up at him and gave him a 'don't tell me what to do' look, "That a girl, now Punk if you wouldn't mind buggering off, I would like Sydney to give me a good luck kiss." The crowd oohed at his request, Punk spun around to face Wade, "Come off it Barrett, lets just start the match so I can GTS you into next week." I removed Punks hand from my waist and took a step towards Wade, who dropped his microphone and held out his hand, Punk was shocked "Syd, your seriously going to do this?" He asked frantically, before I took another step I moved towards Punk cupping my face like he did mine and kissed him deeply, after a few seconds he accepted the kiss pulling me closer to him, the crowd went wild chanting 'Yes!' but I ignored them, I was too involved with the kiss to notice anything else around me, for all I knew it was just Punk and I in the middle of an empty arena, I pulled away catching my breath, I picked up the dropped microphone, "Good luck Punk. Go jump off a cliff Barrett." I blew Wade a kiss and made my way to the ropes pushing past him on the way, I paused as I was half way through the ropes, I changed my mind and headed back to Punk, "I'm not done." I spoke into the microphone and threw it on the ground, I took 3 big steps to Punk and our bodies and lips collided in another passionate kiss, the crowd was going mental with every person in the arena on their feet. Too bad that last part wasn't in the script. My bad.