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John and Phoebe settled themselves at a table that was already occupied with Zack Ryder, Daniel Bryan, Evan Bourne and Kofi Kingston, each of them enjoying large steaming cup of coffee and a doughnuts.

"So much for your diet guys, don't all of you have a match tonight?"Cena teased, grabbing his own jam filled one.

"Take one Phoebe, guys this is Punk's assistant."

She laughed, helping herself to a sugar coated one, "Glad to see you guys aren't on any crazy diets, you all eat like normal people."

"Wait till you see Punk, are you going to be travelling with me and him on the bus?"

Phoebe shook her head, laughing softly. "You're travelling with him?"

"He asked me when he found out he was getting a bus, you can get pretty lonely sometimes."

"I really doubt it, don't think I'd want to spend that much time with him anyway, and the feeling seems pretty mutual, no offence to you Kofi."

Kofi just grinned at her, knowing exactly what she was talking about, Punk was definitely not the friendliest of people, especially people he just met and were flashy suit wearing people hired from the WWE for corporate reasons.

"You just need to give him some time," Bryan's voice muffled by the doughnut in his mouth. "Let me guess, though – you've been a fan your entire life."

"Well, yes I have actually, I almost shaking when I had my interview with Stephanie and Hunter, I didn't originally want this job, I applied for creative, I have a degree in creative writing but I didn't really expect a call for an interview, I have absolutely no experience, Stephanie offered me this job and I took it willingly hoping that one day I'll eventually make my way up to becoming what I originally planned to do. I don't know if I'm regretting this yet but it's been 3 hours so it's early days."

"You'll love it here," Zack mumbled between bites, scoffing doughnut after doughnut into his mouth, I haven't looked back since."

She sipped my coffee admiring the banter between the superstars.

Phoebe stood backstage as John and Punk shared a few heated words with each other, of course it was just a promo but she could feel the intensity and the reality of these two superstars battling it out as to who was actually the real WWE Champion. The director called out cut and the two Champions shared a laugh; Friday Night Smackdown carried on as normal as Christian and John Morrison went one on one with each other.

"So you gonna tell me who wins at Summerslam?" John smirked, distracting Phoebe from her thoughts.

"No because I don't know," Phoebe replied honestly. "Besides, I don't really want to know."

Phoebe turned away from John to see Punk yet again texting away on his phone, her immediate thought was why was he always on that thing, he might as well have been glued to the device. Did he not understand the concept of real human interaction?

"Say, why is Punk always on his cellphone? He is always on that thing," Phoebe muttered, exaggerating the always.

"Usually Colt, maybe Samao, perhaps Adam or Amy, or his sisters, or Natalie, can't forget about her – you know for a guy who doesn't like many people he sure is popular," the frustration in Phoebe's face didn't go unnoticed by John.

"Don't worry about Punk, he can be a stubborn asshole, but he's just not used to this. He's now the underdog of the WWE and he has his own assistant, 5 years ago he probably would never have seen this coming." Phoebe glanced a John for a moment, taking in what he had just said about Punk, regardless of what John had just told him she still saw him for the short-tempered, moody man that he was. It hadn't even been 4 hours and she couldn't fathom why he was acting the way he was. He didn't know her, he didn't know who she was and didn't even want to bother – yeah sure she was here to do a job, not make friends but there was a fine line between getting down to work and being a total ass about the whole situation.

"Phoebe, can you get me 2 tickets for Friday's hockey game, Chicago vs Washington Caps, make sure they're prime level," Punk spoke as he approached John and Phoebe.

Her brows knitted together as she remembered Punk's schedule for the week, she was sure that he had a house show that day, she rooted through her stack of papers until she found exactly what she wanted.

"Punk, you have a house show this Friday, I don't think – "

"Just get the goddamn tickets, you don't think I know my own schedule, I'll be there like I am every other night," Punk growled before heading the opposite direction towards the locker rooms.

"If I wasn't his assistant or if I wasn't 5"3 I'd open a can of whoop ass of him I don't even give a shit," Phoebe said through clenched teeth, John grinned at the fuming brunette shrugging his soldiers as she groaned.

"How's the weather outside Jonathan?" A head of bleached blonde hair appeared at the side of the 2nd WWE Champion, tanned arms and luminous pink shirt, Dolph Ziggler or as my niece likes to call him Dolphin. "Chatting up more women Cena, I could've sworn you had a wife."

"You're just mad because your girlfriend has the hots for me," Cena winked, "Not wrinkly old Vickie of course, Nikki – and Dolph this is Phoebe, Punk's assistant."

"Punk has an assistant? Has the world gone crazy? You sure do put the ass in assistant," Phoebe didn't know whether to feel flattered or irritated, she usually took any compliments she got, "How's that working out for you babe?"

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me babe, and honestly not that great considering it's my first day, nice shirt by the way, my niece and I have always wanted one."

"What about my shirts?" John whined, tugging at his Never Give Up tee that he was wearing right now. Me and Dolph exchanged looks before I extended my hand to shake his, he grabbed it willingly, smirking at my firm squeeze.

"Listen you two I got meet Paul, I'll catch you later though, see you Phoebs," John bid the two and left them in an awkward stance, exchanging a few glances here and there.

"So Punk's assistant huh? You're gonna need some real thick skin when you're dealing with him," Dolph sneered at her, Phoebe not at all impressed by Dolph's tone.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere, with Vickie or Jack, I don't know," she started walking away from him until she heard footsteps trailing behind her.

"I'm sorry, you really need to loosen up, you know."

"Well excuse me, my boss clearly doesn't appreciate my assistance and I'm pretty sure he hates me, I have tall tanned hot blonde men harassing me!" Phoebe turned away from him but stopped when she heard him speak.

"Okay I'm sorry! Let's hope you have a better day tomorrow, and I'll stop harassing you – how's that?" She turned back round to look at Dolph, who had his hand held out just like she did, "Nick."

"Phoebe," she reciprocated, smiling sweetly, the two broke into a fit of laughter, "Sorry for being so hostile."

"That's the last thing I'd say you were, Phoebe can I say something?"

"You're going to say it anyway, so spill."

"Don't take it personally, but I meant what I said when I said you're gonna need tough skin when you're working with Punk, not just him but when you're around here backstage, some guys, aren't as nice as me, " Phoebe rolled her eyes, but knew that Nick was being serious, "You actually seem to be nice and decent unlike a lot of people here, but I noticed how nervous and shy and a timid you get, if you're looking to advance your career here, then you know you're gonna need a strong head on you. Let's be honest, Punk doesn't need an assistant, so in the meantime do what you gotta do and you know, don't take shit from Punk. I might be completely wrong, I've known you for what 10 minutes, you could punch me in the face for all I know, but if you're gonna take anything from what I've said, remember you're gonna have to have really thick skin to hack it here. I'd hate to see people run over you because they think you're weak."

"Where have you been? Me and Kofi have been waiting for over 15 minutes!"

Phoebe sprinted carrying her 5 inch heels in one hand and a set of keys in the other, she already knew she was late and she knew what she was in for, Kofi shrugged his soldiers feeling slightly awkward as Punk glared daggers at his new assistant, she gave him a small smile in which he returned it.

"I'll just unlock the bus and give you a quick tour," Phoebe muttered, shaking uncontrollably as she put the key in the lock. She felt Punk's exasperated short breaths of frustration and the occasional tut. Eventually she got it open and stepped into the new and extremely large bus – it could almost have been mistaken for a tour bus, it was just big enough for 5 people to stay in. Television and DVR when you first walk in, I'm guessing Punk asked for an X Box.

"Shotgun!" Kofi yelled, jumping straight onto a cream coloured couch, "This is nice, I could get used to this." Phoebe beckoned Kofi to get up from the coach and to follow her further into the bus.

"Microwave, cooker, fridge, bathroom upfront and here are the bunks," she motioned further on, there were at least six of them, 3 on each side – there were extremely compact but when once opened it was clear that they were big enough for the large wrestlers that roamed the roster.

"Pretty rock 'n 'roll, can't wait to tell Lars," Punk muttered to Kofi, the two shared a laugh but the tour wasn't over yet as Phoebe led them further into the bus.

"And finally we have a bedroom, it's pretty spacious you know, there's only one so you could take turns. It's nice, there's even a shower right here. Closest space over here, a cupboard here."

"Right, thanks Penelope – "

"It's Phoebe."

"Yeah okay, you don't have to leave, you just can't stay here, so yeah – see ya bye."