Part 4

It's here! The day is finally here. I'm going to be introduced as Punk's new manager! Well actually more like, giving him an option. I start pacing the locker room. Punk was out on stage interupting someone. It sounded like John Cena...again. I laughed a little, their on camera feud was getting out of hand. Yes it's all part of the story, but still it worries me. Sometimes they forget they're rivals on screen and begin to fight off. Tiffany and I have had to pull them apart many times. Anyways, as I'm pacing, I start to feel nauseous. I feel a small panic attack come on, all that on top of it being my first night. My mind is going a million miles an hour. Millions upon millions of people are going to be watching me. ME! Ooh this is not good. I pace even more. I start to bite my now perfectly manicured nails. I stop. Oh a shot would calm my nerves right now. I stop and sigh, freaking out isn't going to make this any better. I sit on the couch and put my head between my legs. I sit back up, flipping my long hair back. I run my fingers through my hair to get it back to where it was. I straighten my shirt, my necklace, then my boots. The kind that go over the pants, and are nearly up to my knees. I thought I looked alright with my black tank top with a white lacey top over it. I make sure everything is in place. I look in the mirror, "You can do this Elizabeth. It's fine. You're fine, oh damn a hair is out of place." I smooth the stray hair out, and sigh. This is as good as it gets I suppose. I shrug, take in a deep breath, and walk out of the door.

I walk to the stage with my mic in my hand. I take some deep calming breaths. Aj walks by, and gives me a hug, "Good luck! Remember just say what you read and add some stuff to spice it up. You'll do fine!" She hugs me again and pushes me out. Alright...here I go.

"Paul, I think we've all heard enough crap coming out of your mouth!" I say. The crowd roars in agreement. This is good, very good. "Punk was doing fine until you showed up!" I pointed to Punk, "How would you like to have a REAL manager, someone who can manage your career better than...then..." Oh shit...my nerves are taking over, "Than who Elizabeth? Say it!" Oh thank god! Paul is on my side. I smile at him, "Than you!" Punk takes the mic from Paul as I make my way to the ring. I get up and stand close to him, he stares me down. It frightens me a little, I'd never been so close to him when he has his "angry" face on. His face softens a little when he sees my eyes wide with shock.

"Listen missy, I'm a Paul Heyman kind of guy, and nothing is going to change that! Now go back to the mall or where ever it is you came from, and next time you walk to my ring, it better be to show me some respect!" I put on my best shocked face, and slap him, hard. I see him smile a little and mouth,Good Job. "No Punk you listen to me! If you want to keep being the most hated man in the WWE, then by all means stay a Paul Heyman kind of guy. If you want to replace John Cena as the face of WWE, here's my card!" I reach into my back pocket and toss a fake business card at him. I smile a smug smile and hop out of the ring, making way back to the back. I stop when i get up on stage, and turn on my heel, "Oh and Cena, your music sucks!" I saw him smile and nod. Oh good! It worked! The crowd was booing, and shouting praise as I made my way to the back. Okay dealing with the crowd isn't going to be as hard as I thought, just as long as I keep my cool, and don't mess up like I just did.

As I'm rounding the corner I see a camera guy, walking towards me with Josh Matthews. Oh right the interview...I forgot. Again. Josh comes up to me, "You ready for this?" I nod my head and Josh reaches out giving my hand a reassuring squeeze, "You did great out there Elizabeth. I know it's hard for a first timer being out in the ring like that, but you're a natural! You're trending!" I sigh and relax a little. Josh has been a great help through all of this. Over the weekend, at the hotel, he was in my room, going over the interview, and what I should say. He said he wasn't going to go do my interview until we were sure I was ready. I decided to get all the camera time for the week out of the way. Josh had agreed with me. "Okay guys in three...two..." The camera pointed to us on one. I put on a smile and slighted turned myself towards Josh and the camera.

"And welcome back ladies and gentalmen. I'm here with Elizabeth, the potienal new manager for CM Punk. Elizabeth, I've been hearing about you all night. Is it true you think you're going to change Punk's attitude?" He asks, he nods right before he's done to let me know it's my turn.

"I am hoping to. See when Aj called me, she knew she needed someone as good as me to get CM Punk to calm his attitude down," I say, letting out a small sigh of releif

"I see. And who else have you managed?"

My heart freezes, oh shit! Oh shit! OH SHIT! "Who else have I managed, well,"I laugh a little,"Oh ya know the list is too long for me to even start."

"Sounds to me like Punk will be the only one if he decides. So I'll ask again, who else have you managed?" Wow, Josh you didn't have to do that, I thought. He was supposed to go easy on me. I pretend to get aggrivated, and start to rub my temples.

"I've been trained by some of the best managers to ever walk through the doors of the WWE. Like Jimmy Hart, Teddy Long, Vickie Guerrero, I could go on but then I'd just be name dropping. Now if you'll exuse me I have some other business to attend to!" I start to walk off, but, "Wait Elizabeth one more question, is it also true that you are in fact, the youngest manager in the WWE?" I smile sweetly at Josh, and grab the mic, "Yes Josh that is true. The younger the better! I'll make sure Punk chooses me over Heyman. I'm the best manager in the world, and I should manage the Best In The World!" I drop the mic and walk off. "And cut! Great job! See ya next time!" The camera guy walks off, and Josh comes over to me, "Great job! I hope those weren't too hard, it's just like we did over the weekend, right?" I nodded, and grabbed his hand squeezing it, "Yes Josh, it was perfect! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find Punk!" I squeal and kiss Josh on his cheek lightly and walk off. Oh I soo love my job!

I kick off my shoes and flop back on the bed. It felt really good to lay on something other than a really hard couch, or on a bed in a bus that's moving constantly. My feet dangle off the edge of the bed. I stretch and put my hands above my head. I let out a content sigh. Working for the WWE certainly does have its advantages. I don't get a lot of time off, but I don't have to pay for hotels anymore. Stephanie had officially hired me on about two weeks ago, but due to training and family stuff, I just haven't had the time to really work. My dad was doing better, but still sick. He has a severe case of bronchitis. He's been having trouble breathing, coughing really bad. Daddy will be fine though, or so Mom says. I've been texting/calling off and on during the week. Andi has been calling me at least three times a day, freaking out. Each time I calm her down or hand the phone Punk. He seems to calm her down better than I can. While I was lost in my thoughts, my phone buzzed. I got up to reach for my phone. Oh! A text from my loving boyfriend. I smile.

Hey baby, miss you. B the hotel soon -Punk
I quickly text him back

Hurry! I can't wait 2 b alone w. u!-Lizzie

I got up and started walking around the room to stretch out my legs. God those boots are cute, but soo not comfortable. I started to strip down, managing to get down to my tank top and my pink boyshorts before my phone buzzed again

We'll have all the time in the world tonight ;) -Punk

I giggle when I read his last text. It was Monday, and there wasn't really anything going on for the rest of the week. Other than a work out session or two, and SmackDown later in the week, but I wasn't needed for that. I was part of the Raw brand. I'd only be making a few appearances on SmackDown when Punk was. A few minuets later there's a knock at my door. I thought hat was odd, because Punk had a key to our room. I looked through the peep hole and saw my very best friend. I opened the door, "TIFFY!" I pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged me back, then cleared her throat, "Are you going to put some cloths on? Or just stand there half naked?" I looked down and blushed, "Oh sorry. I wasn't expecting you to stop by." Tiffany rolled her eyes, "Yea I know. John told me." She always blushes when she says his name. She's got it bad for him. It'll only be a matter of time before we see a big rock on her finger. I laugh silently to myself, hoping she doesn't hear me. She doesn't. Tiffany goes over to sit on the couch in the living room area of the room. "So...what brings you here?" Tiffany snaps out of her trance,"Oh! Right! John wanted me to invite you and Punk to a double date tomorrow night." Oh a double date. That could be fun! I haven't really gotten around to see Tiffany and John since that night in St. Louis. I thought I'd give them some space. Tiffany was now a Diva, so she was on both brands, although she was drafted into Raw. I smiled at her, "Of course! I'll just see what Punk wants too, and we'll go from there. I'll text you okay?" She smiled in agreement, "Great! Then we'll see you tomorrow night! I suspect Punk will be here soon, so I'll take my leave. Love ya girly!" We hugged and she left. A double date. This should be interesting.

Punk finally came back to the room. When he walked in he was holding a dozen pink and white roses in one hand, and in the other a long black box. A gift? I wonder what to occasion is? He grinned at me when he saw me. I blushed. I have no idea how he has this effect on me. No one has ever made me stay a constant shade of red. I knew that this lovable jerk was mine, and the thought alone made me happy. He's always had a tough exterior, but once you get past that, he's really a wonderful person. He handed me the roses, then came behind me, opened the box, and put the most beautiful necklace I'd ever seen on me. It was a long silver chain, with a silver heart that sapphires on the outside of it, and filled in with rubies. He put his arms around me, nuzzleing my neck. I leaned into him, "What's the occasion?" He trailed kisses from my below my left ear, to the base of my neck,"Oh you know, I gotta spoil my girl every now and then. And you did a kick ass job out there tonight. Although that slap did sting a little." I turned around in his arms, his hands were locked on my lower back. I leaned up and kissed his cheek where I had slapped him, "Sorry, I just got caught up in the moment. And of course that mall comment wasn't really necessary." I looked up at him with my dark brown eyes. He leaned down and kissed me again, "Yea I know, but it sounded good, so I just went with it." Punk's hands started wonder from my back to my butt, he lifted me up a little so I was level with is face. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He looked at me, smiled than kissed me. He walked us over to the bed, and gently put me down. Punk was on top of me, he put his left above my head, to keep himself steady and his right hand was moving up my tank top. I let out a low soft moan, after that, I was in a pure blissful state.

I guess we had fallen asleep after we got done, because his arms were wrapped protectively around me. Without waking him up, I got up, and made my way to the bathroom to get my robe. When it was wrapped around me, I made my way to the small living room area. I stopped at the window to the balcony and looked over the lights of New York City. A place I never thought I'd see. It's hard to sleep some nights. I'm not an insomniac like Punk is, I just have trouble sleeping through the night. I had gotten nice and comfortable on the couch, with my old battered copy of I Am Legend. I have read and reread this book many times. Once I started reading there was a knock at the door. I checked my phone, it was nearly three in the morning. Who would be up at this hour? I mean other than me. I looked in the little peep hole, and saw Cena. Oh! I think we woke him up! I laugh a little as I open the door.

"What is it John?" I ask him, leaning against the door

"Next time you two want to do something, try not to be so loud. Our room is right next to yours," he says, with an irritated look on his face.

I laugh at him, "Oh c'mon! I've heard you and Tiffany! It's not that bad! And besides, our rooms are always next to each other. Not to mention Kofi is usually on the other side and he doesn't seem to have an issue."

"He can sleep through a hurricane. Just please, next time put a pillow over your face or something."

I laughed again as I closed the door. Gee like he has room to talk. Most nights I hear them through the paper thin walls. I sigh as I make my way back to the living room. I move from the couch and make my way back to the balcony. It was nice night from what I gathered, it wasn't too cold, but it wasn't hot either. It was perfect. I opened my robe a little and the let the cool night air hit me. I looked out below me, there were a lot of people walking up and down the sidewalk. It was quite busy for being early in the morning, but then again, I was in New York City, not Middle of Nowhere Missouri. I was lost in thought, about my new job, my wonderful boyfriend, my dad, when I would get to see my family again, all that fun stuff.

I heard a soft voice, "Come back to bed, Elizabeth." I turned my head a little, "It's so beautiful here. I think once I have enough saved up, I'm going to get a nice apartment right above the city, so I can look down at all the hustle and bustle." Punk smiled,"Why not...just move to Chicago, with...say...me?" Is he asking me to move in with him? I stare at him, my mouth open. I wasn't sure what to say. We've only been together a couple of months, and we'll be traveling together. I'm always on his bus. I mean it's not like I can get my own, but I'd rather be with him. Besides, Kofi is so much fun to be around when we're driving from one place to another. I let out long breath, "Well...I...could...I mean I would love to." He smiles that goofy crooked smile I love. He comes over and sits next to me. I suddenly started thinking, "Oh! But what about my house? I can't just sell it! It's been in my family for years!"

"Well, you could always sell it to your sister. She's old enough right?" He asks. His hand is on my leg, rubbing it gently.

I sigh, "No, that is out of the question! She'll destroy it!"

"Then there's one easy solution. I'll just move in with you. I've always wondered what it'd be like to live in a smaller town anyways."

"A smaller town? Hello Earth to Phil, Springfield is the third largest city in Missouri! It's by no means small town," I stopped talking and put my head in my hands to keep my face hidden, "Well okay it's smaller than Chicago."

I hear him start laughing. I playfully punch him, "Shut up! You know what I meant!"

He rubbed his arm pretending to be hurt. He stuck out his lower lip. I leaned over and kissed his arm. Oddly I had punched him on his Cobra Commander tattoo. I grinned, remembering the day on the plane, the first time we ever kissed. The first time I knew, I had to have him. I hope he remembers that. After I lean back up, he lifts my chin up so I'm looking at him. I kiss him soft and slow, not wanting to break the kiss. I felt my robe fall a little as I leaned into him.

I felt him smile against my lips as he stopped kissing me, "You're not...wearing anything are you?" I nod my head no. I glanced down to see if he was wearing something, all he had on were his grey sweats that hung on his must have put those on before he came outside. A wicked smile played across his face as he lifted me up, so I was standing. We walked over the edge of the balcony. I put my hands on the railing, and leaned over. I felt him come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smiled when I felt him behind me. I let my robe fall to the ground, and I heard him step out of his sweats. His hands moved gently and softly up my body and met mine on the edge of the balcony. I intertwined our fingers, and pressed my ass up against him. He draws in a sharp breath, "Oh baby, you keep doing that, I may just have to take you here, and now!" I wiggle it against him, making him groan. Shortly after that I feel him enter me with one hard thrust. I let out gasp, then I moan, loudly. I grip the rail harder as we make love on the balcony. I feel him lean down, and kiss my neck. I rock my hips on him, pushing back into him. Punk moves one of his hands and runs his fingers from the base of my neck to my lower back. I shiver under his touch, moaning again. Punk starts to get faster, and faster, then he slows down. I grip the edge again, my knuckles nearly turning white, as I let out the loudest moan of the night. I bite my lip to suppress another one, "No baby, let it out, let the whole fucking city hear!" I cry out, nearly screaming his name, "Oh Punk! Yes! Oh baby please don't stop!" As he picks up his pace, he moves his hands to grab my hips, and I feel him push into me with one final thrust, I push back against him and we both find our release. He leans down and kisses the base of my neck, "Now all of New York knows that you're with The Best In The World." I just rolled my eyes, "Can you get off me now?" I felt him get up, I tried to walk my legs were wobbely. I giggled a little. Punk helped me up, put my robe around me, and we walked back into the room. Before we could close the door we heard someone calling our names. We walked back out, and looked to the other balconies. Kofi was still asleep, which meant John and Tiffany were awake. I gave them a sweet, innocent smile, "Awe what's the matter, couldn't sleep?" Tiffany rolled her eyes, "Gee, I wonder why?" I love my best friend, but she's a grouch when she wakes up. John looked at us both, jokingly he said, "Fuck you guys, we need our beauty sleep." We all laughed as we went back to our rooms. I was still laughing when I made my way to our bed.

The alarm clock started going off. I pulled my blanket over my head and groaned. I didn't want to work out today. I didn't want to start my diet today. I didn't want to do anything today, except lay in bed with Punk and watch Heroes. I rolled over and hit the clock off. It was showing it was seven thirty. I groaned again, then got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and grin. I had a horrible case of sex/bed head. My long locks were sticking up in every direction. I sighed, grabbing the brush on the counter, to at least get some form of control. That didn't work out well, I thought. I grabbed a hair tie next to me and walked out of the bathroom, humming Punk's entrance theme. It caught me off guard a little, but I laughed it off. I'm forever humming or singing someone's song. I made my way back to the bedroom, getting my running shorts, a white tank top, sports bra and rainbow ankle socks out of the drawer in front of the bed. I changed, and looked around for my bright pink and blue Converse. It was nice to be wearing something normal, even it was gym cloths. I put them on, and grabbed my phone and key card, and the left the room. I put my headphones in started up some Eagles, Hotel California, a great song to wake me up a little. I wasn't paying attention, and bumped into someone. I looked up and saw Eve.

"Oh Eve! I'm so sorry!"

She laughs, she's quite cheerful in the mornings,"It's cool, Elizabeth. You hitting the gym?"

"Yes sadly. Paul Heyman has been working me to the bone," I say with a sigh.

"Why can't you tell the man to ease up?" She says as we make our way to the lift.

"I've tried Eve! The more I protest the harder it gets! Oh and I have to start a diet today! Apparently no one wants to see a woman with curves on stage."

Eve laughs a little, "Have you see Vicki?"

I burst out laughing, "Yes, but she's old! And she looks good, so what's wrong with me?"

Eve put her hand on my shoulder,"Absolutely nothing. It's hard for women like us in this business. Just forget the diet, and work on your training. I've noticed your friend hitting the gym too."

"Ah yes, your newest Diva. Yea Tiffany is good. She's always had it in her, she just needed a little push. I'm glad Cena convinced her to do what she's wanted."

Eve nodded in agreement, "Just...hey don't forget us okay? Ever since you and Punk started dating, you haven't really spent time with Aj and me. We miss our bff."

I grinned, "Well how about we do lunch? The guys have a training session today, and Tiffy's going to join them. So...how about we meet in the lobby at...,"I tapped my chin, "One?"

"It's a date!" Eve said with a laugh. When the floor hit the lobby we both went to the gym the hotel offered. Thank god it was empty today. We went seperate ways, Eve went to up the stairs to the track and I went to the weights. I put my earbuds back. I decided on Flo Rida's Wild Ones. Not my normal style of music, but enough to get me pumped enough to lift weights. I picked up a couple of ten pound weights and put them on the bar thingy above the bench press bench thing. Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing, I think to myself. I sigh and lay down on the bench and lifted the weights above my head. One, two...three...four, five...I put it back on the stand and sat up, there's no way I'm going to do this with out a trainer. I got up to stretch my arms, realizing I should have done that before I started. I pull my left arm across my chest then my right arm. I bend down to stretch my back when I feel someone behind me. I jumped and nearly screamed. When I turned around it was Punk. "Don't do that! What if I was lifting the weight thingy?" He just laughed, "It's called a bench press honey. You're going to have to learn that if you're going to play in the gym with the big boys." I stuck my tongue out at him. He started laughing even harder.

I roll my eyes as I walk away putting my earbuds back in. I put on some LMFAO. They were good for a run around the track. I made my way up the stairs, stopping at the top to stretch again. I look for a good spot and find it in the middle. I start out a slow jog, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth, just like I was taught when I played soccer. After a few rounds around the track in the slow jog, I take off in a full on sprint. God it felt good to run again. If Heyman wants me to work out fine, but I'll do it my way. I'd rather run, or swim than lift weights any day. I ran around the track a few more times, then started to walk to calm myself down a little, I turn my music from LMFAO and Flo Rida to calm and relaxing seventies music. I walk around the track, checking my pulse, and do the whole cool down phase of a work out. I checked my phone, it was...eight thirty. I had enough time to shower, and do whatever the hell I wanted to for the rest of the morning. As I made my way out of the gym my stomach rumbled. I took the stairs back up to the 12th floor. I was feeling amazing, and so...so...engergized!

I got to the room, and went inside. I guess Punk was still at the gym, I wasn't sure how long he normally works out, I never paid much attention to his work out schedule. I put my phone in the iHome base and turned it up. The Eagles were blaring through again. I went into the bathroom and stripped down. I started the water as I pulled my hair down, the matted mess finally came down and rested around my shoulders. I fluffed it out a little, then got in the shower. I warm water felt great as it was running down my curves. It relaxed my now sore muscles. I forgot how much fun it was to run again. The feeling of being so free, almost flying. I put one hand agaisnt the wall, leaning on it. The water ran down my back. After a few minuetes of relaxing, I washed off, then just stood there. It felt so good, I didn't want to get out. I knew I had to eventually. I sighed and turned the water off. I wrapped my hair in a towel then grabbed the robe off the shelf, wrapping it around me. I was nice and warm, and very much relaxed.

I decided to call up some room service, and surprise Punk with a nice warm breakfast when he got back. I called down, and ordered pancakes, oatmeal, a big bowl of fruit, tea and I thought I was nice and dry, I got dressed. It was a nice brisk fall day out, so I went with my awesome new skinny jeans, my favorite CM Punk t-shirt, and my bright pink and blue low top Converse. I still had on the necklace Punk gave me to the night before. I reached up and rubbed it with my thumb. I started thinking about what he asked me last night. I ran my fingers in my still wet hair. Wow moving in with him. That's a big step. I mean I guess that's what I really wanted, but then again we've only been together a few days shy of three months. Don't get me wrong, I love him. I know I love him. I just wasn't ready to tell him yet. I know what he's been through. It takes a lot for a guy like him to accept and feel love from another person. I fell hard and fast for Punk. My thoughts were broken when the there was a knock on the door. I leaned up and peeked through the peep hole. Oh! Breakfast! I let the kid inside, and he put the food in the small living room area on the coffee table. Before he left, he got a real good look at me. He let out a gasp of realization, "You're Elizabeth, right? The one who's gonna get Punk to stop being a heel?" I flushed a dark scarlet, "Yea that's me, instead of a tip, how about I give you an autograph?" The kid smiled, he couldn't have been any older than sixteen, seventeen at the most. He fished a pen out of his pocket and grabbed a napkin. I signed it, "With love Elizabeth 3" The kid held it close to him, waved then left. Wow, I had a fan. I had a fan! I squealed and did my happy dance. Not long after that Punk was in the room. Oh, right...I was hoping this wouldn't go on the dirt sheet or whatever it is everyone calls the gossip websites here.

I just shrugged and went into Punk's waiting arms. We pulled away, he gave me a quick kiss than plopped on the couch, "Mmm breakfast!" He quickly started filling up his plate with a bunch of everything. I laughed as I joined him. I rolled my eyes, he was scarfing it all down! "Phil baby, slow down it's not going anywhere!" He grinned through the food in his mouth. I just rolled my eyes again.

"Oh hey, by the way, Tiffany wants us to go on a double date tonight with her and John. Do you want to?" I asked taking a bite of pineapple.

After a big gulp he answered me, "Well it's the least we could, I mean after we woke them up mulitple times." He laughed. I couldn't help but laugh with him. He was right.

"Alright I'll text her to let her know," I say as I grab my phone, "Oh I have a lunch date with Eve and Aj today. No boys allowed!" He laughed, holding his hands up in the air, "Fine, fine have fun with your friends. I'll have to fend for myself then." He winks at me, I start to blush instantly.

After breakfast, Punk and I walked around the hotel, and somehow made our way to the roof. I wrapped my arms around me. It was cold up here. Punk came up behind me and wrapped his hoodie around me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

U comin?

Oh! It's nearly time for lunch! I gave Punk a sheepish look, "Sorry, I've got to go." I handed him his hoodie back and went out the door we came in. I quickly turned on my heel, running back to him, giving him a quick kiss.

On my way, sorry was having a nice time w/Punk -Lizzie

I could almost see Eve rolling her eyes.

I swear you two are inseperable! ;) we're down in the lobby, c u in a few

I put my phone in my pocket when I was in the lift. A few moments later I was greeted by my two Diva friends. I hugged them both. We linked arms, leaving the building.