"Oi! Lizzie love, c'mere!" I turned around to see Sheamus sauntering toward me. I smiled warmly at him. He was dressed in his ring attaire. He must be getting ready to go to the gorilla postion.
I lean against the wall. "Whatchya need?"
"I told ya to come to me lass!" He says with a laugh. "Punk's needin' ya in his dressing room. Good luck tonight! Give 'em hell, yea? Hey how about after the show, ya introduce me to your Diva friend?"
I walk away giggling. I hear him say behind me, "Oh c'mon Lizzie! Please?" I just wave my hand and walk away.
I make it to Phil's locker room. Before I walk in, I lean agasint the door just to be nosy, mostly to hear if he's talking to anyone. I hear him talking very low to someone. Hmm...I wonder who it is? I walked in, quietly shutting the door. I waved at Paul Heyman, as I sat down on the small couch.
"Yea Colt, she's amazing! Can't wait for you guys to actually meet," Punk said as he walked in. He smiled when he saw me, and leaned down to kiss me.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, you fucker. Look, I gotta go. Elizabeth's here. Yeah, whatever dude. Later." He looked over at me, then leaned down to kiss me. Kissing him back, I blushed a little. I'm still amazed that I'm a constant shade of red around him. I straightened my beige dress, the one that I had bought the week before. It's off the shoulder and has a t-shirt like sleeve on the right side. It also has a cute little bow design on the front. I crossed my legs, my black peep toe heel covered feet dangling some. Paul looks over at me and grinned as he said, "Now THAT is how a manager is suppoed to look!" I laughed. Punk looks over at Paul, who then left. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I guess Punk wanted to talk to just me.
He came over and sat next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. He's in his ring attire, and that disguting bright yellow GTS shirt. He took my hand in his and rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. I relaxed into him, leaning my head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head, still rubbing my knuckles.
"Baby, what's on your mind?" I asked him, softly. He was being unsually touchy feely tonight. I looked up at him, searching his face for an answer. He just smiled at me.
"I'm just glad you're here tonight. I figured you'd be back home, trying to get over what happened last week," Phil said.
I smiled at him, giving his hand a reasuring squeeze. " I'm not going anywhere, I love my job, and I love you. And this is a nice distraction," I replied as I shrugged. " Besides, I get to travel with my best friends, and my wonderful boyfriend, I wouldn't trade any of this for the world!" I leaned up and kissed him softly. We both grinned as we got up. I love him more than anything, and the thought makes my heart swell with love, pride, and happiness.
"Look you idiot! Just shut up and listen to Cena! Take the chance to kick his ass, stop being a coward and sign the damn contract! This is Survivor Series! Ryback WILL destroy you!" I yell into the mic as I make my way down the ramp to the ring. John holds the ropes for me as I climb in. I smile at him. I sigh loudly into the mic. "It's not that hard! Just pick up the pen, put it to the paper and sign your name!" Punk glares at me. I smirk at him.
"Look Miss Priss, get out of my ring! What did I tell you? Oh right, the next time you're in my ring, it better be to show me some respect!" He yells right back. I stare him down, not moving an inch. Suddenly, the arena is filled with the soothing sounds of Pete Wentz's voice. We all turn around to see Tiffany walking down to the ring. She's wearing a black tank top with a multicolored skull on it, black shorts, and with what looks like black combat boots, or at least supposed to be combat boots. Her short hair was straight and put into pig tails on either side of her head. She skipped down to the ring, mic in hand.
She got in front of me and said, "Don't tell Punkie what to do! Since he can't do anything to you, why don't we have a mixed tag team match? The winner will decide who signs the contract, 'k? Great plan!" She drops her mic and skips out of the ring. I silently curse Hunter for this. I don't fight. I'm a manger! Ooh, that man makes me mad! I forget what I'm supposed to say after Tiffany came out. Oh! The McMahons were going to hear about this. I felt John nudge me. I rolled my eyes and let out an exsasperated sigh. "Fine, if she wants a match, then I get to choose my partner!" The crowd fell silent, possibly expecting me to pick one of the bigger Superstars. I look around, seeing the four men around me. Punk was actually smirking at me, thinking I'd chose him. Instead, I walked around the ring until I was standing in front of Cena. Very sweetly, I said, " John Cena, will you be my partner tonight?" Half the crowd cheered and the other half booed. I didn't care. I was pissed. John wrapped his hand around mine, which held the mic, and pulled it up to his mouth and said, "I'd be honored!"
I quickly ran back to my locker room, looking through all my cloths to find something to wear to fight in. I hear a tap on my door, "Come in!" I ignore whoever came in, still looking through my cloths. I sighed, throwing my hands up. I stand up straight, looking to see who had come in. It was Beth Phoenix. I go over and hug my friend. I looked down at her hands and saw a few shirts, pairs of shorts and pants and a few pairs of shoes in a bag hanging from her arm.
"I thought maybe you'd need a few things! I got some stuff from the other Divas. Katelynn gave me a couple of tops, Eve some shorts, Aj some pants, and Natalya some shoes. I even threw in some hair stuff, but we'll probably just braid your hair Katniss style," she said, looking pleased with herself. I smiled back, taking the clothes from her. We set them all out in different ways, setting two or three shirts with a pair of pants or shorts, along with boots and tennis shoes. A few minutes after we had everything set out, Aj, Eve, Natalya, and Tiffany had come in. While I was sitting in a bathrobe, Beth and Aj were behind me, putting my hair in a "Katniss" braid. There was only about five minuets before I had to be at the gorilla postion with John. Tiffany had left, the others had stayed. Before she left, Tiffany walked over to me and said, "Don't worry. You'll do great." She hugged me and left. I had finally settled on a light pink strapless top with a bow in the front, short black shorts, and black soft boots that came up to my thighs. I quickly got dressed and walked out of the room.
I was so nervous, I wasn't sure what to do, or how to approach the whole thing. I started freaking while I was standing in the gorilla postion with John. He saw me shaking and gave me a quick hug. "You'll do fine, just let me and Punk do all the work. This wasn't planned. It was probably just a last minute thing to really test you." I sighed. he was most likely right. Finally, his music played and he ran out. I followed him, running out to the ring. Of course, John slid in, doing all his theatrics. While the lights were down low, I went over to Punk on the other side of the ring and looked up at him
"Baby, I'm scared!" I said, wrapping my arms around myself.
He quickly kissed the top of my head. "You'll do fine babe, just let us do the job. If it's you and Tiffany first, do a few locks, try to pin her or a submission. Or just tag John in."
I went to the other side, stepping next to the turnbuckle pole, holding the onto the small white cord. I jumped from side to side, trying to kill the nervousness. It didn't work. That only made it worse. The match started and the boys grappeled, did a few tumbles, then Punk tagged Tiffany in. Oh! he's in trouble! I walk into the ring and just stand there. Tiffany motions me over with her hand. I go over to her, and do the only thing that comes to mind. I slap her, hard. A big red hand print starts to show up on the side of her face. She slapped me back, and we started to wrestle. I put her in a head lock, then pushed her to the side of the ring, into the turnbuckle. I run over and do a running high kick to her chest. I jump back, surpised at what I just did. I start to do a victory dance, when she comes up behind me, doing her signiture/finishing move South Of The Border, a submissive head and arm lock. Oh, the pressure and the strain! I coudn't stand and tapped out. The bell rang and she let me go.
I lay on the mat, throwing a slight temper tantrum. Oh I hate the writers! I hate Hunter! I hate Punk! I hate Tiffany! Well the last two not so much, I'm just mad at them. I can't believe it! John comes over and picks me up. I lean against him, giving Phil an evil glare. He smiles sheepishly as he hopped out of the ring. I get out of the ring and go over by the annoucers table and ask for a mic from Lillian. I thank her as I walk over back to the ring.
"CM Punk! If you don't sign this contract to go up against Ryback on Sunday, I'll make sure that your precious Paul Heyman is fired, so I can take his place as your manager!" Wow, that wasn't in the script. I glared him, and he glared right back. I start to put the mic back up to my lips, but John pulled it back. I turn my glare at him, only to see him slowly shaking his head, and mouthing that's enough. I dropped the mic and walked out of the ring. As I walked to my dressing room, I heard someone behind me. "Elizabeth, wait!" I knew it was Punk, but I just kept on walking. I finally got to my room and slammed the door. I heard him on the other side. "Elizabeth please! Let me in!"
"GO AWAY!" I yell back. I slumped down on the couch in my room, putting my long hair up in a messy bun. I quickly start to undress as I looked around for my jeans. I gave up and put on my comfy clothes, which were my black sweat pants, pink tank top, my pink hoodie, and my pink boot slippers. I grab my gym bag and purse. I sighed as I opened the door. Sure enough, there's Punk on the other side sitting on the floor next to the door. He reached up to touch me, but I swatted it away.
"Baby, please. What's wrong?" he asked, getting up.
"Go get dressed, I'm taking a cab back to the hotel," I replied sharply.
He put his hands up, defeated, and walked toward his locker room. I sighed, walking to the back. I wasn't paying much attention because my nose was in my phone. I had bumped into Randy Orton. "Oh sorry," I said quietly. He just smiles, "It's fine. Hey, good job out there tonight! Maybe I'll have you be my manager." I giggled, blushing a little. Orton has always been cool. We've been friends for a long time. I was even in his wedding when he married Sam. She's a wonderful woman. I need to make my way to St. Charles to see her. I suddenly shook my head. He smiled warmly at me, then moved out of the way. I thanked him, and walked to the door. I couldn't find a cab, and the hotel wasn't that far from the arena, so I started walking. True, I don't know my way around Charolette, but I didn't care. I just needed to clear my head.
Once I was in the hotel room, I went over to my bed and laid on it. I covered up and tried to go to sleep. I knew I couldn't stay mad at Punk for long, but that was still uncalled for. He should have gotten in the ring or something. Of course, I could have tagged Cena in, but I wasn't expecting Punk do that to me. I rolled over so I was on my stomach, putting my hands under the pillows and laying my chin on top of it. Ugh! It's just one stupid match, it's not like I have to do anything like this ever again! Well, okay at least not for a while. I rolled over again so I'm on my back, staring up at the ceiling. 'I should forgive Punk,' I think to myself. I mean it's not like this is the first fight we've ever had. Probably won't be our last. No,it most definitely won't be our last. I rolled over on my side, pulling my knees up to my chest. I think about crying, but I know it won't do any good. It's not like we're breaking up or anything. I rolled over and layed on my back again with my arms on either side of me. This isn't working, I'm over thinking again. I get up out of the bed, walking towards the door. I open it, only to see Kofi getting ready to knock. I gasp, shocked.
"Oh! Kofi! What are you doing here?" I asked him, leaning against the door.
"Punk wanted me to check on you. He's in my room, I've never seen him so upset, please go talk to him," Kofi says. He smiled his million dollar smile at me, which most girls just melt for. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Fine, I'll go, but it won't do any good. And why couldn't he tell me himself?" I asked him.
Kofi just shrugged as he led me to his room. When the door opened, I saw Punk on Kofi's bed with head in his hands. My first instinct was to run over to him and hug him, and tell him that I was sorry. But I held my ground, firm and steady. I crossed my arms across my chest, tapping my foot. Punk looked up at me. His eyes were red and puffy, as if he's been crying. I've never seen him cry. My arms automatically fell to my sides, and my face softened. I rushed over to him, wrapping my arms around him. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. I put my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me away from him, looking into my eyes. I'm not sure what else to say to him. He ran his fingers up and down my back, then moved his hand to the front of my chest and took the heart pendant in his hand. He examined it for a moment, then pulled it so it was in front of my face.
"Do you see this?" Punk asked me. I slowly nodded my head. "This means I will love you until you decide to stop loving me. You are mine, and I am yours. What happened tonight, was my fault. That look on your face when Tiffany had you in that head lock...I knew...I KNEW I didn't want to see that look ever again. You were in pain, and it was MY fault. I'm sorry, Eliabeth." He kissed my hand, looking up at me. Tears started to flow from my eyes. I closed my eyes, then I felt his thumb wipe away a tear from under my eye. I smiled weakly at him, getting up. I'm suddenly aware that Kofi was in the room. I turned around to see him leaning against the doorway, with a smug look on his face. I just rolled my eyes, gathering my composure.
"Right then. Phil, shall we retire to our quarters for the night?" I asked, faking a horrible British accent. Punk smiled his sexy goofy smile.
"Yes indeed, let us turn in for the night. Kofi my good sir, I bid thee a good night." Punk bows, and Kofi does the same, ushering us out of his room.
"Oh Tuesday, go away," I thought as I woke up. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table, its bright red numbers telling me it's six thirty. I try to get up, but Phil seems to have a death grip on me. I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he only tightened his arms around me. Softly, he whispered,"Please don't get up. You can skip a morning of work outs." He nuzzled my neck as he pulled me closer to him. I rolled over, facing him, "Paul will have my head if I'm not down in the gym." Phil laughed softly, kissing the top of my head. "Don't worry about him. I'll take the rap for it." I smiled as I rolled over, facing away from him. I intertwined our fingers, and drifted back to sleep.
"PHILIP JACK BROOKS, YOU DO THAT AGAIN I'LL KILL YOU!" I said, laughing. His hands were all over, tickling me. Phil had moved his arm around to my ass, pinching and tickleing me at the same time. I tried to escape from him, but he wouldn't let go. I moved my legs to get away and ended up kicking him, hard. He let out a pained groan, and moved away from me. I gasped and put my hands over my mouth. I looked up at hm, and saw him holding his left side. Oh! Not the bruised ribs! He let go and grinned big at me. I glared at him as I threw a pillow his dircetion.
"Don't do that! I thought I really hurt you!" I said, getting up.
Phil came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Pro wrestler, baby! It takes more than a kick to the ribs from my girlfriend to injure me."
I laughed at him as I wiggled my way out of his arms. I walked over the balcony and saw the beach below me. Oh it looked so welcoming. I leaned over the edge a little. Miami. Maybe I'll move here, get a nice house on the beach, go down to it every morning to work out. Or maybe Chicago, or New...not New York. I turned around, leaning against the side. My dad working for the WWE is the best thing to ever happen to me. Now I'm working for them, and about to be the best manager they've ever seen!