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Phoebe had gotten the message loud and clear. She had decided to keep her mouth shut and not say anything about what she saw in his hotel room – it was all very yes sir, no sir from then on. Punk didn't have any ridiculous demands and for once he was being civil, of course he was still his moody, temperamental self however neither of them spoke of what happened outside of Punk's apartment.
She thought a lot about telling him what she really saw that day, he obviously didn't deserve it after the way he had thrown her out into the pouring rain, defenseless and vulnerable – it sounded so corny but she couldn't help but feel like she was in a movie, except there was never going to be a happy ending, the awkward loser who nobody liked, a story written by Phoebe Walker.
Let him find out the hard way.
No, that wasn't who she was – she was the nice girl, she cared and loved too much. That night made her want to run away, scream, shout, cry, even vomit, at the time she just wanted to leave the WWE, but then again that would crush her dreams of ever joining the WWE Creative Team and also giving Punk the satisfaction. She couldn't fathom an explanation as to what his problem was, what had she ever done to upset the WWE Superstar? Did he just hate everyone? That couldn't have been true, she saw how he was with Kofi, John, Mike and Matt, basically everyone that wasn't her.
The man she had once admired, a straight edge superstar who was exceptionally witty, hot and attractive on television was in fact the same bitter, hostile, aggressive self that he actually perceived to be on television. He was never satisfied with anything, Phoebe was busting her ass trying to make demands yet it all seemed to have been pointless since no one ever took any notice of her.
Monday Night Raw had arrived, and soon news of the scheduled win for Punk at Summerslam spread like wild fire, as well as the news of Alberto Del Rio cashing in his Money In The Bank briefcase. Phoebe noticed Punk was remarkably crabbier than usual
"Would you fucking hurry up Phoebe?" "Where is my diet Pepsi Phoebe?" "I don't give a shit if I have an appointment with Vince McMahon, Phoebe!" – so today was not a great day to tell him about Amy. She was currently waiting backstage in the gorilla area, Punk had a match against Dolph Ziggler and although the crowd were going insane, all Phoebe could hear was Vickie Guerrero's screeching voice.
She was a nice lady, and she knew her way around here, she was well respected and Dolph was lucky to have her as a manager, similarly to Punk having Heyman for so many years. They had only met once, but she was loving and caring – unlike most of the people around here. Punk had obviously won the match, she knew this not only because it was scheduled but because she could hear Vickie screaming and practically throwing a tantrum outside of the ring.
A couple of moments later and she came face to face with the Heel duo.
"Phoebe! Hi! You know, you shouldn't be around here right? Only technicians and the production team?" Phoebe was about to answer when she came face to face with the bleached blonde superstar himself, Dolph Ziggler. Her mouth opened slightly, and her eyes trailed from the sweat that leaked from his forehead, the sexy smirk he would occasionally flash her when she passed by, his tanned, toned upper body and the tight trunks that hugged him at his waist; it wasn't until Vickie cleared her voice, she then regained her composure.
"No I did not know that, thank you for telling me Vickie, it's always a pleasure seeing you," Phoebe nodded in her direction and saw Vickie exit the area, while Dolph decided to stick around for a while longer.
"So either, you stood me up, you forgot, or just didn't want to see me? I was looking forward to our little dinner date," Dolph pouted, and Phoebe couldn't help but feel extremely guilty.
The events of Friday had caused her to have a complete meltdown for the past two days, she had locked herself in her hotel room, closed her laptop, turned off her phone – basically disappearing from the world for 2 days. She had needed time to herself, to realise that working here was going to be hard work, working with Punk was never going to be easy. In the midst of all her revelations and epiphany's she completely forgot about her date with Dolph – something she was actually looking forward to.
"If you're free after the show, we can grab something to eat and I can tell you then?" Phoebe had no intention of spilling her heart out to Dolph Ziggler, as far as she was concerned he was a friend, a friend that probably didn't like to deal with heartbreaks, feelings and emotions. Yes, he had just suffered through a break up but realistically he seemed to have been taking it rather well.
"I don't know, maybe I don't want to have dinner with you," Dolph looked away playing the insulted/offended card, Phoebe decided to play along.
"Well, you don't have to – but I was looking forward to a Ziggler style chapolte," she sighed, turning on her heel until Dolph grabbed her forearm.
"I won't be able to make you any tonight, but I know a fantastic place!"
Phoebe grinned, feeling her heart flutter slightly as she was instantly swooned over by Dolph's million dollar pearl white smile. It was infectious and she always felt slightly overwhelmed from every encounter she had with Dolph.
"Meet me out back after the show, when I've put some clothes on, or not – whatever you like," Phoebe's face grew red, the idea of going anywhere out in public while Dolph was semi, almost practically naked seemed like a great idea, the idea of him being totally out of her league pricked at the back of her mind but she quickly brushed it off when he gave her a hug goodbye.
"Don't forget toots!" The moment Dolph exited, Punk came in through the back, she handed him a towel and a clean jacket – it was chilly tonight and he snatched it off of me as he stormed off into his locker room. This was Phoebe's cue that the day had ended and he was no longer in need of her services. Good night boss.
She had circled the arena a couple of times, checking out the works backstage, admiring how the show flowed so easily – it was all down to the people that worked backstage and she couldn't have felt more proud about working for this company. Eventually she decided to head back outside, and waited patiently for Dolph. It gave her time to think about what she was getting into, she had hardly any friend backstage, people said hello politely, people also said goodbye as fast as they could – some of the superstars held a conversation with her for a couple of minutes, but just to check in on how she was, John would always see her and briefly have a couple of laughs but Punk was always there, Punk always knew how to kill the mood and atmosphere.
Dolph was the only person she found as genuine – who he was in the ring was definitely not what you got in real life, Phoebe would always laugh whenever she thought about her first run in with Dolph – how could she not? He was so cold, so .. unlike him. Dolph of course would apologise every time, but bringing it up was never tiring. A lot of acquaintances backstage would usually ask her "so when are you writing the storylines" "when will we see something fun, something exciting happen" "So when are you going to stop assisting Punk?" – she would always reply with the same answer,
"I don't know." She didn't, and it was so frustrating. Almost everyone saw how unhappy she was assisting Punk, it was completely beneath her and Punk was mocking her. No one defended her, and no one said anything.
It wasn't until now she realised how mundane, lonely and upsetting her life had become, the same routine seemed to had been settling in and day in and day out Phoebe would question herself "Is this worth it?"
"Phoebs? How long have you been out here, you don't even have a coat on, Jesus Christ, come on?" If she wasn't freezing her tits off and throwing herself a pity party, Phoebe's face probably would've lit when she saw Dolph's perfect smile. He had settled for gym clothes, with a cap and sunglasses.
"I prefer the cold over hot and sunny," Dolph shot her a strange look – of course a man like him loved to catch the sun, or maybe a tanning salon, everyone here was tanned, it was unfashionably fashionable.
"Of course you do, right let's go eat some chapolte!"
It was a nice place, cosy with an incredible Mexican feel, there was soft instrumental music playing in the background that made Phoebe feel very comfortable - all the staff greeted Dolph like he was a regular customer, including the owner Ryan who didn't even have to ask what he wanted as he brought out the ever so popular chicken chipolte with salad, nachos, chips, guacamole and salsa. She had never even been to Mexico but Ryan and Dolph both guaranteed her that this was the best of a Mexican food experience.
"It's good, right?" Dolph mumbled through mouthfuls of food, there was salsa all over his face, running down his chin – but she noticed that he seemed to be really into his chipolte wrap as he shovelled salad and cheese into his mouth. Phoebe watched intently with her mouth open as she saw a man who was wrestling only an hour ago, so athletic and agile now stuffing his face with something she thought was completely alien to the WWE Superstars, carbs, carbs and carbs.
"If you eat too quickly you're going to get indigestion!" Phoebe watched him guzzling everything while she was only halfway through hers, she couldn't stop laughing at him and by the time he had finished he was watching her very closely as she ate, nibbling and gnawing at her salad. "Dolph, I appreciate you buying me a late dinner but can you please stop staring at me while I eat?"
"Appreciate the food Phoebe!"
"No thank you, I don't want to choke and die in a Chipolte Mexican Grill restaurant." Dolph smirked and backed away letting her finish her chipolte. "It's so good though, I feel like I want another one after I've finished this one."
"RYAN!" The owner came bustling out, 2 palates in each hand with burrito bowls – Dolph was really treating her well tonight – Phoebe took in the last bite and swallowed with satisfaction.
When Ryan put the bowl in front of her, Phoebe's lips curled into a smile, "We need to make Monday, Chipolte Day, we really do." Phoebe didn't expect an answer, instead all she got was a few mhmhMhmhmHmMh.
"So you never did tell me why you couldn't grab dinner with me?"
"Punk wanted me to do something, and I honestly lost track of time," She lied through her teeth and instead of looking him in the eye she looked down at her bowl and popped a spoonful in her mouth.
"What did he want? I mean, you don't work Saturdays, he doesn't need you – what could he possibly want on …" Phoebe looked up, she knew she wasn't a very good liar and as she was about to answer his question, god knows what she was going to say, she was immediately distracted when she saw the restaurant door open. A tattooed arm pushing through the door with his other arm snaked around a woman, Punk and Amy walked in leading a group of 5 into the Mexican Grill; Phoebe found herself staring until Dolph realised she wasn't listening to him.
"Dolph, I'm about to tell you something that's been eating away at me inside – the real reason why I forgot about our date. I trust you and quite frankly I need some advice, I need to tell someone Dolph," her voice was quiet and she inched closer towards Dolph. Her attention turned back towards him and Phoebe noticed she was no longer looking into his soft, blue eyes – but down at his lips. Her lips parted slightly signalling that if he wanted to kiss her it was okay. Both there breathing hitched over the salad and burrito bowls – Phoebe Walker was about to kiss Dolph Ziggler – until he turned his head the other way, causing her to topple into his chest, Dolph pushed her gently back as they stewed awkwardly, they looked around quickly scanning to see If anyone saw them.
"It's not that I don't want to kiss you, it's just that my breath stinks of garlic, onion and cheese, you know I don't want to kiss you and the first thing you want to do is run into the bathroom and throw up," Phoebe laughed, he had a point seeing as she realised that she had been eating the same thing as Dolph. She looked up from her table and noticed that Punk and his gang had settled themselves down at a table in a far corner, she wondered if he had seen her, not that it mattered.
"So you were about to tell me something really important, before things got heated – what was it?" Dolph spoke as someone came over to take their empty plates and bowls.
"Desert?" Dolph turned to look at her, Phoebe was always a sweet tooth and always needed something sugary to finish off with her meal, he ordered a cheesecake for them and the waiter left the table.
"I saw someone, cheat on their boyfriend – with another man and I don't know if I should tell that person what I saw." Phoebe's voice was quiet, almost inaudible. Dolph didn't want to make any assumptions but he pretty much gathered who it was by the way she looked at Phil and Amy when the two walked through the door.
"Phoebe, you need to tell Ph... him."
"It's not about whether I want or need to tell him – it's a case of whether he'll listen to me."
Dolph turned round, following my gaze, Phil was a good guy, in and out of the locker room. Sure he was getting a lot of recognition at the moment but he had single handedly changed the face of the WWE, something no other superstar has ever done in a really long time. He didn't know whether or not to believe Phoebe, he didn't know Amy that well but something inside him told him that Phoebe was telling the truth. Punk saw Ziggler, he nodded in acknowledgment.
Dolph turned to look at Phoebe, she was chewing her lip aggressively, he could tell this was eating her up inside.
"You just need to tell him, like ripping a band aid off. You should talk to Amy first though – you might have misunderstood – "
"She was lying stark naked on a bed with a man's head between her legs – I don't think I misunderstood anything."
She spoke through gritted teeth but both of them failed to realise that there cheesecake had arrived, the young teenager placed the desert in front of them and walked away slowly, Dolph couldn't hold in his laughter and was the only person who was virtually making any noise.
"Dolph! Stop, oh Jesus! Oh my god!"
"What?!" He spoke, still not getting over the fact that waiter was probably traumatized after what she said.
"Amy is making her way towards the bathroom," Phoebe shoved a couple mouthfuls of cheesecake into her mouth, damn that was some good cheesecake, and slipped into the bathroom, waiting to confront what Amy had to say for herself.