a/n: So someone said this story is starting to 'drag on' and that really got to Sam so she's contemplating an abrupt ending :p I don't want to end the story all that quickly cause I love where Sam is going with this, because she is as you know the one who comes up with the outlines behind every chapter, she has a journal with a summary, if you will, of how each chapter should go so yeah. Sure I'm co-author but my writing is all because of Sam, if anything she's the sole author and I don't want this story to really end on a bad note so we shall see.

Alright, happy Elle, happy Elle. Someone wanted a Marigold, Alanna and Aurora reunion and Sam is contemplating the idea, crossed fingers for you 'disaster trio' lovers.

Sam starts school next next week and she's more than nervous because she is only half way done with her AP assignments which is why I offered to update for her so she could get some work done because if you've noticed she usually ends up procrastinating. & Yes, we know we have our paper view months all jacked up, but whatevs we do what we want. YOLO. -oh Gosh, I said 'yolo', kill me please. I beg you.

& As A.J was in the ring, John said "I know you two have something going on." It was like "hell yeah they do, but they don't wanna tell us". I mean let's face it they tweet each other all the time and when they do it's nothing but casual flirting. Sam loves it, I love it, Punklee shippers love it.

Alright, enjoy. I don't own wwe, blah blah blah. - Eleanor x

Fix You

Money in the Bank

A.J looked carefully at the screen, today could either go really good or really bad. She hoped the first one, the writers had let this match be a 'freebee', Punk still had to win but what happened in it was completely up to them. A.J was informed of the small change, like the fact that the match was now a no disqualification match.

"You seem fidgeting," Derrick told her sitting next to her

"I am," she sighed deeply, "I just don't know how this will end up."

"Are you scared for yourself or Punk?" he asked, "since this is a freebee to the writers."

"Punk," she muttered, "Daniel wouldn't hurt me."

"So you say," Derrick starred at her, "he did it before, what stops him now? A simple match?"

She stood up and looked at Derrick with a questioning look, since when was he so observant? As far as she was concerned Derrick had always showed to have the attention span of a dog. She bit her lip and looked at the time, "see you soon."

"Luck, A.J," his lips formed a straight line

"Luck's for losers," she muttered taking a page out of Punk's book, "oh hold this."

Derrick watched her take off the beautiful silver gold band and hand it to him, he gasped upon seeing it and nodded his head as she stepped out blowing kisses to the twins and hearing Derrick complain about not getting an air kiss as she left. She shortly regretted leaving the ring and the twins in his hands but it was too late to go back now, she hurried to the gorilla and waited patiently, she was too nervous to deal with this, but there was no turning back now.

Soon she heard Justin announce her and she walked out, she smiled brightly at everyone putting on her 'crazy chick' facade and hurried into the ring, she was trying her best to hide the nerves that where eating away at her stomach as her music came to a stop and Daniel's theme played, he waltzed down the ring chanting 'yes' and she watched on pretending to be intrigued with the man.

He gave her one quick look and she shot him an innocent stare, as if she didn't know why he was so worked up. He finished and stood by her as Punk's theme blasted through the arena, she had refused to be with him until the night was over because she wanted this to be as believable as it possibly could. The two men starred at each other as Punk slipped his title off and handed it to A.J, she took it and almost groaned at how heavy it is before hosting up in the ari and smirking as the bell rung. She gave the title to the time keeper and watched the two men square off, she pretended to be unamused by either of them as they through punches and kicks here and there.

She smirked and slipped out of the ring as the two men continued to punch each other and brought out a kendo stick, she smirked as she watched Daniel get the upper hand and she hoped back in handing it to him, he picked it up and began beating Punk with it.

"This is for you," he told her

She only watched with an amused grin as he hit Punk over and over again, she inwardly felt horrible however but she had to make this believable. She quickly watched Daniel drop the stick as Punk retaliated and she smirked as Punk picked it up and then did the same to Daniel, this match was intense. After a while the broken stick laid on the floor as the two men fought vigorously in the ring, she turned to Justin and told him to hand her a chair, he starred confused and held the chair up to her as she watched the two men with little interest, she hoped Vince was enjoying this.

She watched them on all fours trying to throw another punch or something but they were tired, she smirked and placed the chair in between them causing them both to start fighting for it. Soon however Punk got it and began to hit Daniel with it before placing it in one of the corners and prepairing Daniel, A.J frowned and as soon as Punk started charging she got in the way. He stopped and hissed at her.

"Get out of the way," he told her waving his hand

She stayed in her spot as Punk walked up to her and then like that Daniel got back on track and started to beat Punk up before they both crashed into the chair, he went for the pin and for a moment everyone finally believed A.J was on Daniel's side despite the small slap he had received. She however counted slowly and Punk kicked out, they began fighting once more as she backed up against the ropes and that soon became a horrible mistake as Punk was shoved into her roughly and with pain shooting up her body she fell over the middle rope and onto the mat, neither noticed until Punk had gotten Daniel down and found that no one began to count. He stood up and frowned upon not seeing her, did she ditch him?

He then walked towards the ropes and his eyes almost widened at the small woman laying by the ring in pain. He got out of the ring and walked over to her carefully as she held her back and the doctors came out to help her, she was hurt because of him. He ran a hand through his messy and sweaty hair as they took her backstage and was replaced by another went back to beating each other up for what felt like forever, his body slowly becoming too tired to continue but as he looked up from the mat he watched the ref's black shoes turn into small converse and as his eyes traveled up he saw well defined tan legs and almost smirked, stubborn this one.

"Go, I got this," she yelled at him shooing him away

With that he left and Daniel and Punk soon began to fight once more, punches and kicks being thrown everywhere, soon Punk was down and she watched Daniel get out and grab a table and set it up in the corner, she pursed her lips as he did that but Punk had gotten him and then put him into a GTS, A.J almost cheered as she want over to count.

"One, two.." and she was about to speak three and end this when Daniel kicked out of the pin

Punk starred at her and she looked up at him, he looked at her with worried eyes and she carefully moved a piece of hair behind her ear as she watched him carefully. No doubt they had both forgotten about the match as Punk broke the stare and fixed the table up so it was up. She watched him kick Daniel then hoist him up into a fireman's carry before climbing to the top rope, she frowned slightly as he sent them both through the table, she watched them lay in the shattered remains of the table and soon she saw Punk move as he covered Daniel.

"One, two, three," she counted and like that the bell rung and Punk's music began to play

She walked over and took the title from the people and handed it over to him, he snatched it and she frowned as she was suppose to look sort of upset at his win, her fun ending so abruptly. However, Punk's eyes remained on her as he celebrated his win, she stood there just starring at him her eyes never drifting to Daniel. As she watched Punk step out of the ring and leave, she followed shortly never looking back to Daniel. Once she got backstage she sighed and everyone smirked.

"Yes?" she asked the staff

"You are just too much," one of them chuckled, "perfect way to make a match come to life."

She thanked them and continued to catering where she got claps form the people there. Even Alberto Del Rio seemed impressed with her acting skills, she shook her head and searched for Punk, was he mad at her? She figured he was sort of pissed off for the way she set things up and how she made Daniel beat him several times, but she was only doing what she was asked to do, confuse everyone. She bit her lip lightly as she walked towards her locker room. Opening the door she saw Derrick and two sleeping twins but no Punk.

"DERRICK."

He woke up startled and looked at her carefully, "ugh, I hate you."

"Have you seen Punk?" she asked

"No, but here," he tossed her the silver band and she caught it slipping it back on her small finger

She sighed and ran out before Derrick could get up and leave, was Punk avoiding her and if he was, why? She ran quickly through the half way empty hallways in search of him, he had to be around here somewhere.

"I just wanted to have some fun," the small girl whined

"Marigold, I know but it's not polite to write 'doody head' on people's stuff," he informed her

"You're no fun, Uncle Zack," she pouted

"Come on, before he wakes up," he chuckled starring down at the man he had accidentally hit with the door

"Okay," she sighed leaving with him

Zack took her to catering then went off to find Eve, she sat at a large table and waited patiently for her uncle Zack to return from talking to his girlfriend -or she thought that's what she was- and just hummed softly. She looked around and spotted a familiar white scarf around a tall man, with a shorter, stubby guy following him. She got up and walked over to him, he starred down at her and chuckled.

"Miss Marigold," he smiled, "how lovely."

"Hello," she did her usual curtsy and followed him as he walked towards his car

She watched the vehicle in awe, it was different then the last one he had and she liked it. It was very shiny and it had what she presumed was his name on the nameplate. She watched him as he yelled at his assistant to not mess things up tonight and she chuckled to herself, but loud enough for Alberto to hear.

"You find that funny?" he asked his lips forming a small smirk

"Yes," she giggled, "you're yelling at him like he was a baby."

Alberto turned back to his assistant who was starring daggers into the small girl and then turn back to her with a small smirk on his face. He knew she was Edge's daughter, anyone with eyes could see the facial features she continued and her eyes, as weird as this sounded they were as blue and as vivid as Edge's. And like Edge he knew she was tenacious, daring and had quite the cunning little mind. He knew she would shortly be up and in those ropes and he knew she would be one of the few who would evoke emotion into people, another Lita perhaps. He knew all that wouldn't come as a surprise, Edge and Lita had wrestling inscribed in their blood and he saw that as a trait Marigold would inherit very soon.

"Si es un bebe, a baby," he chuckled harshly leaving his thoughts behind

"He called you a baby you baby," Marigold teased

"You're little," the man snapped at her

"So are you, see," she giggled pointing to how much taller Alberto was, "and only baby's listen to Justin Bieber."

"DON'T MESS WITH HIM," he defended but shortly covered his mouth

"Told you," she giggled helplessly

"Now Now, Ricardo, we mustn't be too rude," he told him sternly, "after all her father could snap you in half with one simple move."

"YEAH," she smirked, "my daddy will break you in half."

"And her mom will pummel you," Alberto chuckled

"You wouldn't let that happen now would you, Alberto?" he asked worriedly looking between them

"If princessa wants me to allow it to happen then I have no qualms about letting it happen," he smirked

"Ha ha," Marigold teased, "he doesn't like you."

"Quiet before I beat you up," Ricardo threatened

"Oh, I'm soooo scared," Marigold mocked sticking her tongue out at him

"Why you little," Ricardo stepped forward

Alberto however caught him and pushed him back as he sneered at the short man. Marigold watched intrigued, was he going to beat him up? She hoped so, it would be very funny to watch.

"Don't threaten a lady," he told him sternly, "vamonos."

"Okay," he muttered walking away

Alberto turned to Marigold and kneeled to her height, "be careful, most people aren't as nice as I've been."

She nodded and he smiled before standing up and walked off without another word. Marigold watched him go in awe, he was a her hero -or so she believed.

"Bye bye."

Punk sat outside for what felt like hours, he wasn't sure of what was going through his mind. He wasn't mad at her, no, but he was confused. The match wasn't scripted and she could have done whatever she pleased to do in order to take this a step further, but all she did was cause him a few injuries. He sighed deeply, he had been looking at this in different angles trying to think of what possible good could have come out of this, right now all he saw was a continuing A.J/Daniel storyline, he didn't need that right now.

He ran his hand threw his sweaty and messy hair and looked at the sky, it was cold and the fact that he was out here with only his wrestling trunks and boots wasn't helping that any bit. He placed his hands on the railing that was infront of him and just laid his head there.

He didn't really realize that the door opened and closed as someone sat next to him. He looked to the person and found none other than Kofi. He chuckled trying to put up that 'doesn't care about anything' appearance he knew it was a long shot but he didn't need everyone to know of his fears. He couldn't seem weak, that wasn't CM Punk.

"You alright there?" he asked him

"Perfect, just came out here for fresh air," he told him

"I saw you two out there, tell me Punk, how do you feel about it?" Kofi asked

"It's a storyline, I shouldn'-"

"Bull," Kofi cut him off, "this little facade your trying to put on while I'm here is stupid, maybe Derrick falls for it, maybe Zack does too but I don't, you know that."

"The perks of being my road wife, eh?" he chuckled

"Well not anymore, you seem to have found a replacement, that I happen to think is a wonderful replacement," he smirked, "now tell me what you really feel?"

"I don't know, what if she see's that Daniel was someone she hasn't let go of, you know?" he asked sighing

"Where is all this coming from Punk?" Kofi asked

"This storyline, what she did out there," he sighed, "she helped him more than once, she actually helped him."

"Punk," Kofi pursed his lips,"she's playing her part, she's doing what she can to make this love triangle seem more convincing."

"I just don't know," Punk scratched his head, "where is she?"

"Looking for you frantically around the building," Kofi told him

"I want to talk to her about this," Punk told him, "but Justin already drilled it in her head that I don't trust her, I'm scared she'll take it the wrong way."

"Punk," Kofi sighed, "would you really have her find on her own and be more furious?"

"No," he mumbled

"Then?" Kofi asked

"I'll talk to her," he sighed

"So what's with Justin?" he asked, "the guy seems harmless."

"Well to you, to me not quite," he groaned, "he's still in love with her."

Kofi watched the way Punk's eyes darkened at the subject and he flinched inwardly. He had never seen Punk like this before, not years ago when he was dating Amy never, now he seemed different. He looked at him carefully as he starred straight ahead his lips a straight line and his breathing was eerily calm.

"He'll get over it," Kofi assured breaking the silence

"Once I get rid of him, he will," Punk assured him

Kofi looked at him carefully trying to find what Punk was thinking, he needed hints to this plan of his. He had to be there to make sure it wasn't chaotic because as much as Punk hated to admit it A.J was Justin's close friend and if Punk hurt him severely then he knew that she would be scared to even go near him, hell she might even take the twins and move to New Jersey once more, she'd done it before. He looked away from Punk and tried his best to figure out the plan, but he couldn't quite figure out Punk's train of thought not even after years of friendship. He wasn't scared for Punk, he was more fearful for Justin and A.J, one because Punk always knew which buttons to press to make A.J upset or just completely frazzled and two because Punk came from Chicago, fighting seemed to be in his blood so it was truly a fight Justin should stay away from. He looked down and the back at Punk and he felt even more distressed at the thoughtful expression Punk wore.

Whatever he had in store for Justin was something no one would like to be around for.

That's it for today, please review, alert, favorite, etc. I love you guys and Yes, Elle wrote this. I just happen to be online for the first time in a bit and I decided I'd upload for her. Any who, we made a role play account on tumblr, please join if you have one! It would mean the world for us, and if you join and go through with it we'll give you a shot out on here and on twitter if you want? c:

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Thanks again, lots of love. - Sammy. x