BATTLEGROUND IS ON TONIGHT, HOLY SHIT, hope you're all excited! PUNK, ORTON, AXEL, AJ, RHODES FAMILY, DOLPH i want them all to win :) here's an update, i hope the waits aren't too long sorry :( I ALSO HOPE this chapter doesn't disappoint, have fun tonight guys :)

Chicago welcomed Punk with open arms. It wasn't cold like it usually was and by keeping himself busy every day his mind didn't focus on Amy, or Phoebe. Colt kept on questioning what was actually going on between the two of them, but honestly he had no idea himself. He wasn't looking for a relationship or love, he just couldn't stand the thought of suffering alone in silence. There were ballgames and hockey games he went to with Chaleen, Colt, Natalie, whoever was available. He planned on getting his tattoos retouched and he had some gigs to go late at night. It felt good to be away from the WWE, the lights, cameras and screaming fans. He had been craving this break for a while now and with Extreme Rules this Sunday, it was an absolute necessity that he was in tip top shape.

"You're gonna run 6 miles?"

"Yeah?"

"I bet I can beat you by riding my bike."

"You're gonna bike 6 miles while I run?"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

"You're on banana."

An hour later and the two lay sprawled side by side, heaving and out of breathe, Punk had pushed Colt to the limit since he had taking the lead and thought he'd make him suffer by running up the steeper hills just outside Wicker Park.

"Fuck you, Punk."

"You're out of shape, you bastard."

"I'm sexy and chiselled, admit it."

"Never."

A full day had been dedicated to working out with Colt then later they had planned to see him at work, he never got to see his bud wrestle live and truth be told he missed going to the indie shows, sure the scent of alcohol and sweat suffocated him and the other wrestlers, but the independent scene was were his heart was. Even though Punk beat Colt he was still aching all over, his thighs and shins throbbing with every step he took. The two briskly walked back to Colt's place where he had gotten his wrestling gear, it was reaching 7 and it was time to make their way to the wrestling gymnasium. A long line had formed and Punk felt a sense of pride for his best friend, a smile quipping as they had walked round to the back where Colt Cabana would get into character and wrestle mode.

After the show, the two had met up to meet Chaleen and her boyfriend after work, it was 11pm and the four of them were famished. There was only one place, Ciao Bella Pizza. The cute, rustic pizza house was literally around the corner, with less than 5 small tables it gave that home like feeling as if you were actually in an Italian pizza house, being smothered with love. The smell of cheese bubbling, tangy tomato sauce brewing and freshly kneaded dough wafted throughout the entire mini restaurant and the pizzas were made in an open clay oven, giving it the unique taste. Punk and his friends had been coming here for over a decade, it was practically tradition to come here whenever he was home.

The group had strolled in, there was no point looking at the menu and the waiter had already recognised the 4 of them sitting around the table.

"1 Pepsi's, 2 Coke's and a glass of Mountain Dew for the lovely lady?" the waiter winked at Chaleen who shivered when she felt his intense gaze on her.

"Yes," Punk spoke through gritted teeth. The waiter took the hint and waddled back to the kitchen. The four of them exchanged random chit chat, they were all going to be at Extreme Rules this year since it was being held in Chicago. The recent outburst of Jericho blaming Punk's sister of being a drug addict had led to all three of Punk's sisters to constantly harass him as to what was going on with the storylines. He had set aside his differences with Jericho and the two had begun to work together with Phoebe to create an even more enticing storyline plot, initially he had livid and against the idea completely, but the fans were loving it.

The drinks had arrived and soon they ordered pizza, Punk, Colt and Shaun, Chaleen's boyfriend shared a meat feast pizza while Chaleen stuck to a vegetarian personal, as there orders were being made Punk noticed that they were the only customers in the restaurant. Odd. His head whipped back round when he heard new customers flocking into the place,a couple of guys, 2 girls, Punk took no notice until he started choking on his Pepsi.

He remembered that … Mexican skull tattoo that adorned a well-toned arm, brunette hair flowed elegantly as a draft swept into the restaurant. Why the fuck was she here? She wouldn't dare enter thisrestaurant? The restaurant where they had their first date? She hadn't yet noticed him and the other's hadn't noticed her either, considering the banter on the table was getting loud. Punk didn't even recognise the male but she had her arm snaked around someone, that fucking asshole. Matt. Initially Punk didn't know how to react, he was feeling livid and anger was surging through his veins. Violently knocking back his chair he marched his way over towards the pair, he was completely unnerved by his surroundings and before he knew it his fist connected with Matt's jaw. This was the first time he had seen both of them since the wedding, he hadn't seen them since he had witnessed that god awful video. Not once did he think to go back and confront them, give them a piece of his mind.

"How dare you, fucking come in here, with her?" Punk yelled as he continued throwing punches, he had now straddled Matt on the floor and saw how weak he had made Matt. Because that was what he was, weak.

He remembered the way Matt's hands had explored Amy's body, pecking her skin as if she was delicate like glass, he could never forget the way she moaned at his touch, the way she reacted to Matt's actions. How her body shuddered and pleaded for more. The moans rang in his head like a siren -

"You fucking bastard, you stupid, fucking bastard. I hate you, I fucking hate you, I hate you and I hate – that – bitch!"

"Phil stop it! You're hurting him, he's bleeding, STOP!" He felt soft hands trying to heave himself off of him, no fucking way.

"Get away from me you bitch! This is your fault! This is all your fault! Tell me, did you two enjoy the honeymoon!?" Punk had started frothing at the mouth, feeling the blood rushing to his head, he was beyond angry, he was almost close to –

"Stop Phil, you're gonna kill him!"

"He's not worth it Phil!" Amy no longer spoke, it was Colt. He was much stronger and was able to pull him off Matt, Punk still fought the hold that Colt had over him until all 3 of them had to haul him away. As soon as he was out of reach Amy sunk down to the ground, running a hand over Matt's face.

"Matt, baby?" A groan escaped his lips, I should've killed him, Punk thought darkly. Amy glared daggers at Punk and he reciprocated. Why the fuck was she mad at him? What the fuck had he done? She was the one that slept with another man, she was the one that broke him, she was the one that broke him.

"I hope you're fucking happy Phil," she spat bitterly at him.

"HAPPY? HAPPY? YOU THINK I'M HAPPY, YOU DUMB BITCH!"

"Phil calm down – " Phil ignored Chaleen's attempts to calm him down, that only fuelled him more.

"I haven't been happy since our beautiful wedding dear. I haven't been happy for a long time, I am breaking inside every day I can't believe you even had the nerve of walking in here today, does this place mean anything to you?"

"Not anymore Phil."

Punk turned towards the door, shrugging the protective arms of his family, he felt the bile rising up in his throat, his chest constricting as he inhaled in attempts to calm down. As his hand reached the cold door handle he turned back to look at his ex-wife standing vulnerable and alone.

"Fuck you, Amy."

Phoebe had returned to her new home for a couple of days, she had been redrafting scripts and she still managed time to relax, she was alone for the most part however she relished the silence and the calmness that she had for the last couple of day. Eventually her short time away from the entire dog and pony show had come to an end, Sunday had rolled around and she felt incredibly giddy. The atmosphere at a pay-per-view were always incredible, the electricity and the intensity would soon be absorbed by the superstars which would ultimately create the most memorable matches. She also realised that she would soon be in Chicago again, the journey to the city itself had taken little to no time and she was soon greeted by the chilliness. She checked into a nearby hotel, the one that the entire WWE cast would be staying at, oddly enough she didn't run into any of the wrestlers that were staying. Assuming they were all at the arena she decided to reside in her room for a while, resting her head on the hotel bed.

Phoebe's phone buzzed for the 5th time, her eyes flickered open and she groaned as she felt as though she had hardly any sleep, the phone had buzzed for the 6th time and she finally decided to pick it up.

"Hello?" She spoke groggily.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Stephanie?"

"You were supposed to be hear an hour ago, the show starts in less than two hours!" Stephanie began hurling abuse at Phoebe and she soon realised that she had fallen asleep, embarrassed she slipped on her heels and ran a quick brush through her hair. She checked her make up and until she was satisfied.

"Steph, I'm grabbing a cab right now," her phone rested against her shoulder blade as hse multitasked while making her way towards an elevator.

"Just hurry up!" Stephanie eventually put the phone down on her, she understood that she was under a lot of stressed and grinned at the impatience in Steph's voice, it was so unlike her. As she went to press the ground floor button she saw a hand push the elevator doors back open.

Punk.

Phoebe noticed the look of surprise that washed over him and nodded curtly as he turned his back to her, an awkward silence filtered the elevated room and she realised that something had to be up. Should she ask what was wrong, was that even her place? He did offer her a place to stay when she needed it most, the two hadn't seen each other since then and she wondered what was on his mind to make him so quiet.

"Hey," she spoke softly, initially her smooth voice had startled him until he gave in and turned towards her.

"Hey. How's your jaw, I forgot to ask last time we spoke, hope it still doesn't hurt?"

"It's much better, thank you. You sure know how to pack a punch," she chuckled, placing a hand on her chin.

"Low blow, no pun intended." He smirked.

The two grinned, now standing side by side she realised that the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, "I don't mean to pry Punk, but is something wrong?"

"No, what makes you say that?" Punk snapped, Phoebe noticed the anger that flared in his eyes, as the elevator doors opened to the second floor, she decided on making a break for it, it was probably best to take the stairs to the ground floor alone.

"Phoebe, wait –"

"No Punk, it's fine, sorry I asked." She shouted, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

"Phoebe would you slow down?" She carried on speed walking as fast as she could, knowing Punk was faster she quickened her pace.

"I .. ran into Amy." The clacking of her heels against the marble staircase came to a halt, the sound continued echoing until the words hit her, goddamn.

She slowly turned around, he looked exasperated and tired, paler and thinner. The week away was supposed to have done him some good, however she noticed in effect it had done the total opposite. She moved closer to see his eyes were nearing to bloodshot, she bit the inside of her cheek, her own tears threatening to fall. She had never seen a man so hurt, never seen Punk react this way. It was completely alien and Phoebe knew what was going through his mind, exactly the same thoughts, exactly the same emotions. But this wasn't about her, it was about him.

"How do you feel Punk?" Her voice was quiet, neither of them had seem to notice but her hands were placed on his arms that continued to shake in anger. This seemed to have calmed him down and eventually he began to spoke, his breath shaky.

"Like shit. Angry. Worthless. Humiliated. I can physically feel a gaping hole inside of me, I feel like that bitch has stabbed me repeatedly and then has the fucking nerve to flaunt her new dumb relationship in my face. I feel like such an idiot, I feel like I shouldn't even give a shit, I mean why should I? It's her loss, if anything, I feel bad for Matt I mean, she's probably a cheating whore and she's probably going to cheat on Matt, you know. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Like, is there something wrong with me? I feel like there's something wrong with me, I mean why else would she cheat? Did I not love her enough? What did I do wrong? Hey, why are you crying?"

Phoebe wiped the single tear off her face, cautious she smudged her make-up.

"Punk I guarantee you never did anything wrong."

"But you said ..," Punk swallowed hard, "she cheated on me because I don't give a crap about anybody but myself." Phoebe felt disgusted, her skin whitened and she knew that she wasn't in her right mind to say such a thing.

"Punk, you and I said a lot of things to each other. But seeing you here, right now, proves just how much you loved her. Proves just how much you wanted to be with her. She broke the relationship, she was weak and gave into temptation. I know she was your first love Punk, but fuck her. She screwed you over, I know she did, I – I know how that feels, " Punk eyed her with confusion however she continued to speak.

"You're not going to get over her over night, but over time I promise you will find a woman who will love you the same way you love her, you'll trust her and maybe she'll give you everything you've ever wanted. You'll share a wonderful life together and love each other unconditionally. You'll never stop thinking about her, the way she smiles, the way she looks at you. Punk, she's out there. You've got to stop thinking about Amy Punk, and move on."

Punk was left breathless, Phoebe bit her lip and backed away. The silence was filled with Punk's heavy breathing, he was blown away, 2 weeks ago he could've sworn that Phoebe would never talk to him again. He wanted to believe everything she said, he wondered where this was all coming from, why was she even telling him all of this. She meant every word she spoke, it ignited something inside him that he couldn't quite explain.

"I can't believe I said those things to you, again I'm so sorry. They were so unlike me." She shied away, incredibly embarrassed.

"That's behind us now, you're right, we did say things we never meant. I can't believe I just dumped all this shit on you, I didn't mean to, I don't know why I did," he scoffed, running a hand through his un-jelled hair, Phoebe noticed how soft it actually looked.

"I understand 100%, Punk you shouldn't be suffering alone I mean, you're away from your family for almost the entire year, you need to vent and you know, it's okay to cry."

"I don't fucking cry."

"Woah, I didn't mean to touch a nerve there," Punk grinned as she playfully held her hands up in defeat. "I know how hard it can be, I know how worthless and humiliated you feel, I can tell you feel lonely you might deny it but I can tell. Isolating yourself when you already feel isolated isn't the solution, Punk."

"Was it me?"

"Was what you?"

"Was it me that made you feel those things?"

Phoebe waited before she answered, Punk felt impatient as she paused for a couple of moments, "You made me feel things, but no I wouldn't go that far."

"Then how the fuck do you know anything about how I'm feeling?"

"I just .. do. That's another story for another time, look," Phoebe turned to her purse, fishing out a pen and a scrap piece of paper, Punk watched her intently as she scribbled down something and gingerly handed it to him. It was her number. He admired the handwriting, even though it was a couple of digits, until he looked up when he heard her spoke again.

"Just promise me whenever you're feeling the worst, worse than you're feeling now, and you feel like doing something that you know that you shouldn't do or … or if you ever need to talk, vent anything, then call me or text. I'll listen to you." She noticed his eyes widen, and mentally slapped herself. You hardly know him, why would he want your number. She feared that he'd scrunch it up, throw it back in her face and sneer, sneer like he used to …

"This means .. so much. Thank you, I'll make sure to do that," relieved Phoebe gave him a smile, noticing how much more relaxed he looked around her.

"Listen I gotta go, Stephanie is going insane. Good luck tonight with Jericho," she winked, he watched as she scurried away lightly jogging towards the stairs, he looked down at the piece of paper once again, skimming the numbers written on it, oblivious to the smile that crept across his face.