It's been a month since my family left. I miss them terribly, but in just a few short days, I'll see them again. The wedding is much closer than I had imagined and he fake wedding was a huge success! The paps were tricked, and totally thrown off the trail. Phil and I were already in Warsaw, staying at the family lodge. The main hall has been transformed into a small wedding chapel. My aunts, uncles and cousins all helped out in making it look that way. The walls were covered in pictures of me and Phi, from the time we met, to the time of the engagement. And it was decorated in our favorite colors, so it looks like cupid threw up on the walls and windows. Since it's bad luck to see the bride, Phil has been moved to the other side of the hotel. I'm sitting in my room that I'm sharing with my sisters. We're sitting on my bed, painting my nails.
"You do know this color isn't going to last long, right? My nails won't last long!" I say, giggling.
Julia and Andi stare at me, then quickly apply a clear coat over the already perfect pink and red decorated nails. For a minute, it burns.
"What the hell?" I screamed, wondering what they put on my nails.
"It's a pepper clear coat. It'll keep you from biting your perfectly done nails!" Julia said, laughing.
I sighed and pulled my hands away from them. Getting up, I wrap my plush robe around me, and grab my phone.
They are KILLING me!
I wait a few seconds, and I feel the vibration from my phone.
Aww. Can't take the pampering? ;)
Oh! BITE ME! I sent back.
Babe, it'll be over soon, and we'll be in some crazy place, doing some crazy stuff.
I smiled at the the thought. A full month of me and Phil. He has to fake an injury in a couple of weeks, then it's off to our honeymoon. I can't wait.
A few days later, and I'm being pampered again. The dress fits perfectly. It's a strapless, long, flowing dress, outlined with pink and red trim. My long hair was put up in to a perfect, curly bun, and strands outlined my face, and to top it off, a small crystal filled tiara on top. Pleased with their work, my sisters beamed. I swear if their faces were light bulbs, they'd be the stupid bright ones at the Chicago Bears Stadium. 'Chicago...Punk' I think to myself. 'I'm getting married today.'
~Punk's POV~
"HOLY! FUCKING SHIT! I'M GETTING MARRIED!" I yelled. I looked in the mirror. This monkey suit makes me look like that tool box, Larigitous.
"Calm down man. She must be something if you want to get married,"Colt says. I just punched him, and he laughed.
I started pacing the room. Soon, there's a knock. The only person I wanted to see is Elizabeth. I don't want this huge family here. I wanted it to me be and her, but no! She wanted the whole thing. And the sucker I am for her, I complied. Now we're in the middle of nowhere in Missouri, at her family's small resort. It's not bad, no paps around to bother us. It's peaceful.
"Punk, man, it's about to start," Colt said.
"Give me a minute!" I yelled from the bathroom. I looked over the monkey suit again. All this for her. To spend my life with her. Time to make it official.
~Back to Elizabeth~
It's been a terrible week! I've not been able to see Phil, be near him, have him hold me, anything! Finally though, finally, I'll be in his arms.
The music starts, the bridal march, I saw everyone standing up. I stood in the back with my dad's hand in mine.
"You can do this, baby," Dad said. I smile sweetly at him, trying to hold back my tears. I gently kiss his cheek, and we set off down the isle. I looked up and saw Phil, looking incredibly handsome in his suit. I smiled at him and he smiled back. It seemed to take forever! My baby cousins, being the flower girl and ring bearer, take their sweet time in front of us. Finally, I'm next to him, and he takes my hand.
The preacher goes on and on about the sanctity of marriage, and all that fun stuff,and then it came time to read our vows. Phil went first.
"Elizabeth, the first day I met you, you were an awkward teenager, trying to find her place in the big bad company known as the WWE. And trying hard not to sneak a peek at the superstars roaming the halls. Now, before me, stands a beautiful woman, who I'm glad to call my better half. I love you, and always will love you, until you decide you don't love me anymore." I stifled back a sob, as I unfolded my paper.
"Phillip Brooks. The man everyone warned me about. Don't go near CM Punk, Eve once told me. Well, I showed her up. Because of her warning, I'm standing here today, as Mrs. Phillip Brooks. Mrs. CM Punk. Mrs. Best In the World. My heart will always beat for a different drummer, and that drum is you. You have made my life an adventure, a thrill. And I can't wait to spend the rest of it with you." By then end, tears have started rolling down my cheek, and I felt his hand on my face, wiping them away.
"Do you Elizabeth, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold till death do you part?" The preacher asked.
I nodded my head. "I do, from this moment on."
"And do you, Phillip, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold till death do you part?"
Phil smiled. "Hell yes!" I couldn't help but smile as I heard a few laughs echo through the auditorium at Phil's enthusiasm.
"By the power vested in me, by the state of Missouri, I now pronounce you man and wife. Everyone please stand as I present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Philip Brooks!"
As we walked down the isle, I heard Phil's theme music go off, and laughed. Colt Cabana was in the back, giving us a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes as we left the building to the limo that was waiting for us.
A few short hours later, we're at the airport, missing out on the beautiful reception that my family planned. Sadly, we have to be at work. We change in the limo. As we got out of the limo, I forget I had my tiara on, but I didn't care. And by the time we got to the air port, there were tons of paps around. Phil held me close to him, as we ducked our heads and weaved in and out of people to avoid being seen. We were, sadly, without luck. Someone spotted us, and yelled,"There they are! PUNK! ELIZABETH!"
"shit, shit, shit" is all I heard come from Phil's mouth. I felt his hand on me as he pushed me to a more secluded area.
"Phil! It's not that bad!" I complained as he held me against a wall.
"Ssshhh! They'll hear you!" He said, holding me close to him.
I sigh and complied with him. We waited, and waited, and waited some more as the crowd and the paps disperse. he let out a relaxed sigh, put his head on mine, and smiled.
"We can catch our flight now," he said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bags, and walk off towards our terminal. I heard him laughing behind me, but I just keep walking.
We got close and I felt his hand in mine. I smiled as I turned around, then my smile faded, as did the color from my face. Danny looked at me and smirked.
"Ran off and got married? How sweet. And to your precious Superstar too! Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lizzie I thought you were above marrying for money, but, from the looks of it, I was wrong."
I stood there, frozen, totally unable to move. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Phil rounding the corner. He too froze in place.
"Look Danny, I don't have time to play your game. I have a show in less than twenty four hours, and I don't feel like dealing with police. Now, if you remove your hand from mine, I won't break your neck!" I said as calmly as I could. The look in his eyes told me two things: He knows I can do it now, and he's scared shitless. He removed his hand and looked at me.
"You're bluffing! They don't let managers fight, and if they did, it certainly wouldn't be you!" I glared at him as the anger in me swelled. Before I could so much as slap him, Phil came over and GTOed Danny in the middle of the crowd! But it wasn't Phil...it was CM Punk. The way he switched from my husband (I love saying that!) to his ring persona was incredible! As soon as he turned to face me, the paps are all over us, snapping away, and getting close enough to see our wedding rings. To make this whole serious situation funny? Phil decided to pick me up and put me over his shoulder and run away while singing his entrance song. He got us to the terminal, and put me down, almost laughing. I couldn't help but smile as we boarded the plane to our next show.
"Brock Lesner has just F5'd CM PUNK!" Is all I heard Michael Cole say as I dropped my headset. Paul Heyman, our friend, our ally, stood there, laughing. Laughing! Like this was a joke! I grabbed a chair, ran over and knocked him on his ass. Punk got up just in time to stop Lesner from hitting me in the back of the head. Quickly, I turned around as I heard Punk's body hit the floor. Brock looked over him with a grin. I had to stop myself from screaming out Phil's name. I just stand there and glared at Broc Lesner. Paul Heyman smirked as they retreat to the locker rooms. With the help of John Cena and Tiffany, I got Punk back to the locker room, and down the hall to the medics. I sat outside with my head in my hands,my knees pulled up to my chest.
"Hey sweetie," I hear Tiffany say. I only smiled weakly at her.
"It's a good thing Paul isn't here. I'd totally destroy him!" Cena says, chuckling loudly.
I tried to smile, but it only turned into a sad look. I sat there, thinking of ways to get back at Heyman and Brock. I couldn't...I wouldn't let them get away with this. Finally an idea hit me.
"Oh no, Lizzie, I know that look! What are you planning?" John asked. I just smiled and get up. Tiffany tried to stop me as I made my way to the Diva's locker room. She apparently knew what I was going to do. I smiled when I saw Eve, Beth, and Aj. I quickly went up to them.
"I need training, and I need it as soon as possible. I know that Paul has a few Diva's on his clientel, and I want to challenge each and every one of them," I said to them. They all looked at me. Well, okay that's the wrong word. They stare at me with their mouths hung open, shock evident on their faces. I began to plead with them. Tiffany joined in with them.
"You're crazy, you know this right?" Aj said.
"You'll get hurt! If Punk knew, he'd forbid it!" Beth said.
" I'll help you. I know the ones that are in with Heyman, and I know they don't like the idea of you and Punk in league with Tiffany and John," Eve said. She gets it, but I just with the others would get on board with it. Tiffany appeared at the door way to the locker room.
"Dumbest...move...ever! You can't...well maybe you can, but Punk, or Cena won't let you!" she said after hearing what the others had said.
I shake my head and stare at her," They won't know, will they?" Obviously worried, she finally caved. "Fine, but if anything happens, I'm telling Phil it was your idea!" I just laughed. Satisfied with this going my way, I pull Eve to the side, and she immediately set up a training schedule. She said I'd be ready by Summer Slam. I hope she's right.
At the taping of Smackdown, I'm in the weight room vigoursly lifting weights and getting back into top form. Married life hasn't agreed with me. I kept thinking I was getting fat, but Phil reassured me that I'm not, though I swear my sun dress doesn't fit anymore. He just keeps telling me I'm beautiful and hugs me. I kept thinking this wasn't going to work, but Eve kept pushing me. As I got ready to run the track, The Bella Twins walked in. They're a part of the Heyman outfit. I smiled sweetly at them as I kept lifting weights. They both snubbed me and walked past me. I've always disliked them anyways. They were always rude to me, never giving me the respect I deserved. Even when I was growing up, they never had a nice thing to say about me. They said I wouldn't make into the company on my own accord. The more I thought about how evil and vile the twins were, the harder I began to run. I ran and ran, rounding the track faster than I've ever done before. I'm not paying attention when I run into a big wall of muscles. I was about to cuss, when the arms circle around me, picking me up.
"Easy, babe. I've never seen you like this before, what's up?" The voice of my husband soon calmed my nerves. I looked up at him, breathless. Soon, I relaxed into his arms, and leaned my head on his chest.
"Promise me, Punk, that you won't get mad." he looked at me, confused, but nodded his head slowly."I'm...going to take out a few of Paul's clients. Only his Diva's. Eve is training me. I didn't want you to know..."
Phil looked at me, trying not to laugh, or smile. I wasn't sure. Maybe get angry with me, I really can't tell. Then his face lit up, and he kissed me while the Twins were still in there. I smiled and kissed him back.
"Why wouldn't I want you to fight back? You could end up being as strong as I am!" He said, flexing his arms. I giggled and moved back, starting to run again. He grabbed my arms and scooped me up so he's holding me bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. For a jerk, he sure was sweet when it mattered.
After a few more weeks of training, I was finally in top form. I was to be introduced in a few weeks, not only as CM Punk's manger, but as his tag partner in mixed tag team matches. We were getting a couple of others like Randy Orton, and Sheamus to join us. No idea what our team is going to be called. What? The Best Great White Viper In The World? No one wanted to see that. Hah, almost funny, but not quite. I rolled my eyes at myself, as I walked out of the hotel room in New Jersey. It's been fun, being a new place every week. There are still places I've not been to, and I've been apart of the company for almost a year! Punk and I still haven't taken time for out honeymoon, but it's hard when he's a Superstar and I'm just along for the ride. I kept thinking about this as I walked to the nearest taxi to take me to the arena. I mean it's not like we can't take the time, or traveling across the country could be our honeymoon. I think we've consummated our marriage more than...more times than I can count. So, techinally, we've had our honeymoon, just in various places around the country. But then again, it's supposed to be just us. And on the tour bus, we don't get much of that since Kofi likes to travel with us. I sighed as I payed the driver and walked into the arena. We needed the alone time. We just couldn't find it.
"Paul we trusted you! You were like the father I never had!" Punk screamed into the mic.
This feud between Paul and Phil was getting out of hand! First Paul dropped Phil like a bad habit, started verbally attacking anyone in his way, AND took on TWO new clients! TWO! Curtis Axel and...that dreaded Brock Lesner! Ugh! I couldn't wait for Punk to show him his place!
This feud went on for a while. I had been wondering if it was part of the story. But when Paul stopped taking my calls, or answering my questions, I knew that it was, in fact, real. And when shit gets real, it's never fun. It's like a slap in the face! It was a slap in the face! I couldn't believe it! So the Raw before Summer Slam, I took my frustrations out and made it into a legendary pipe bomb.
"Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome to the ring, Elizabeth Brooks!" Micheal Cole said. It was right after some match. I couldn't tell you whose it was. My music hit (Young Volcaones by Fallout Boy) and I walked out in long strides, smiling and waving to the crowd.
"Thank you, Cole, for that wonderful introduction! Now, as most of you may now know, yes, I am the manager and wife of the Second City Saint. My job as his manager, is to make sure NOTHING stands in his way as he climbs to the top! Paul! I'm talking directly to you! I will not stand for the way your Beast is taking on my Best!" I stopped as the crowd cheered and booed.
" This has gone too far! You will not bully my husband around like you can with Curtis! Brock Lesner is going to have the ass kicking of his life! He WILL know that he was in a fight! He WILL know what real pain is! He WILL get the beat down that he so deserves! Punk will rise to the top! He WILL make you look like the fraud you are! Paul, this Sunday you better hope that I don't find you before he does! Stay in the locker rooms! Hell stay at the hotel, but don't you dare step a foot into this ring, or it may be the last time you hear the Universe say 'What?!' when you speak!" By the time I'm done, the arena falls silent. My heart was beating out of my chest as I put the mic up to my lips one more time.
"Paul Heyman, hell hath no furry like a woman scorned! Don't forget it!" I dropped the mic at my feet and slid out of the ring. The crowd started chanting my name as I left. I grinned as I left, my music blaring through the arena. As I left, Tiffany came out with her new ring gear, laughing into the mic.
"Your prescious Punkie doesn't stand a chance agasint my Axel! Come this Sunday, Punkie will wish he stayed at home in Chicago!" She dropped the mic and skipped to the back, like Aj would. I stood there, stunned. My best friend had betrayed me. I started to think quickly on my feet, and grabbed the mic.
"Awww, does Cena not satisfy you anymore? Why don't you and I meet in the ring again? I won't tap out this time!" I dropped the mic again and made my way to the back, with cameras following me. I stomped into Vince's office, and slammed the door, making sure the cameras were gone.
"Mr. McMahon, I need to talk to you." I said very calmly.
He looked up from his desk, almost as if he wanted to intimidate me. I stood my ground.
"I saw that wonderful display of emotion on my show. I don't normally condone that kind of behavior, but since I can't afford to loose my second best superstar and his manager/wife, I do what I can to get ratings. Your impressive 'pipe bomb' is trending world wide. And I see you went ahead and scheduled a match with your best friend. Which is why, I imagine, you're here. Yes, I had to do something creative to instigate you in this feud, but only with Tiffany. Your first match with her is on SmackDown after Summer Slam. Beth and Eve have agreed to continue training you. You will also be in the Diva's rumble at Night of Champions. If that is what you're looking for, you may take your leave."
I stood there, nodding along , making sure I looked as calm as I didn't feel,"Yes Mr. McMahon. If that's what you want, then it'll be done. Thank you."
I walked out, without saying another word.
My dear readers,
First of all thank you for sticking with me. You have no idea how happy that makes me. You're devotion to this has made me want to write more and more! I'm working hard on getting the last few chapters up and posted, then to work on something else. Not sure yet...buuuut we shall see what more is to come! I love you all, and thank each and every one of you! Please if you have suggestions don't hesitate to tell me in either a comment or a pm! Remember to always live on, love on, and write on!
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