guys thank you so much for the reviews, they mean so so so so much, and hello to the new favs and followers. I appreciate those too! Hope you guys enjoyed TLC i did, Punk's match was fucking awesome and Randy's! Thought i'd get this cheeky chapter in before Christmas, it's my birthday on the Eve, lucky me, so Happy Holidays' everybody!

Smackdown tapings were being filmed tonight and Phoebe had spent yet another sleepless night. Her eyes felt sore and her throat felt raspy but she knew she had to make a move on. No doubt Stephanie and the rest of the production assistants were waiting for her at the arena. Her phone continued to buzz beside her and Phoebe assumed it was Punk, who else would it be? Who else did she have? Phoebe just couldn't bring herself up to speak to anyone and had tossed her phone away from her. She checked the time, 8:47am. She dragged herself out of bed, as she did Phoebe took a peek at herself in the mirror, she scoffed at the sight before her. If she looked bad yesterday, today was beyond disastrous. Her eyes scanned the blue with purplish tinge bruises that now scared her skinny arms and shoulders, they were deep and ached furiously. She didn't know what she was going to do if Punk saw them, luckily she could hide them under her clothes.

Her finger lightly traced them; they still stung like a bitch, her eyes watered as she relived the memory from last night. Nothing like a good hot shower and a cup of tea that can solve your problems her mother used to say, it was her solution to everything. Taking some of her mother's advice Phoebe reached across for a fresh pair of undies and made her way towards the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. Dark circles under her eyes and the stench of humiliation, she felt disgusting and greasy. She also still felt like crying another gallon of tears but somehow she realised she didn't have the energy to. She forced herself into the shower and turned it on, letting the scolding hot water cascade over her, the pain from the bruises easing off slightly.

She was in and out within 5 minutes and could feel warmth all over her body and it somehow gave her some reassurance. She walked over towards her suitcase and picked out her outfit, as she took out the clothes she noticed a hot pink colour peeking out from underneath, she tugged at it until it revealed what she already knew. The shirt that Nick had dressed her in when she had collapsed at the club that night – she was back to square one, not a single bit of motivation left in her body and feeling lifeless. Her phone continued to buzz on the other side, carefully folding back the tee she placed it back in there suitcase and went to go retrieve her phone. Punk had left several messages, hastily she replied to all of them and the latest had been 3 missed calls from Stephanie. She was in the shit now.

Phoebe decided against make up today and made do with her wet hair, as she was nearly finished she heard a knock at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone and the knocks had gotten more urgent. Sighing she lightly padded towards the door, oh god what if it's Nick? – Phoebe stood on her tiptoes and peered through the peephole, a woman? She unlocked the door and glanced at the girl stood before her, she shook her head in disbelief, Becci? What was she doing here?

"Ma'am."

Phoebe cringed, "Becci how many times do I have to remind you? Please call me Phoebe, or Phoebs, anything but ma'am?"

Although she did like the way ma'am sounded in a British accent.

"My apologies, Phoebe, I'm here because Stephanie wanted me to check up on you, to see why you weren't answering her phone calls, she was getting a little antsy."

Phoebe massaged her temples, "Yeah, erm, she doesn't like being ignored."

"I gathered that, is something wrong? I brought some coffee by the way. You look like you need it."

"Subtly isn't your strongest points is it Rebecca?"

"Please don't call me Rebecca, my mother calls me that. Becci please. And don't avoid the subject, are you okay? We've still got plenty of time, get some breakfast, I'm here if you want to talk. It's okay if you don't want to tell me, I understand."

"No that's – that's alright."

"Is it guy trouble?"

"What makes you say that?" Phoebe snapped.

"Nothing! I just, I know that look. Expressionless, blank. Not in the mood to talk anyone, look like you're about to burst any minute."

Phoebe contemplated telling Becci, she was glad she had some female company if any, she hadn't run into April in weeks and no doubt she told the whole diva's division that Phil dumped her for Phoebe. Was April that type of girl? Phoebe didn't think so but she was a coward, she had no guts to apologise to April even though she deserved it.

"I'll tell you some other time, but I really appreciate your concern, a lot." Becci nodded her head in approval and silented waited for Phoebe.

She took a quick slug of her coffee, grateful that Becci had brought it to her. "Let me just grab my bag and we can head on out." She reached out to grab her WWE Staff swipe card and the script for tonight, she threw her satchel purse over her shoulder and made her way out with Becci trailing behind.

As they got in the car Phoebe felt another wave of shame at the thought of hurting Nick, she didn't think she could cope if she went into work and ran into him, what he'd do to Punk, what April would to her. She felt Becci's eyes burning a hole into her but was too exhausted to snap at her or say anything against it. There was only a couple miles ahead and Phoebe leaned back – she needed to relax. The more she thought about it the more she wanted to see Punk, she wondered whether it was mutual. She didn't expect anything to happen between them, regardless of the fact that she wanted them too. The piercing sound of Becci's ring tone startled Phoebe from her thoughts and her concentration landed on parking the car.

"Yes ma'am we're outside the arena."

"She's parking the car right now."

"We'll be there in less than 2 minutes."

"Bye ma'am."

Phoebe glanced to her left and watched as Becci ended the call, "Let me guess, Mrs H-H-H?"

She replied with a nod. "She sounded relieved, let's hope you don't get a scolding."

Phoebe climbed out of the driver's seat as hesitantly as she could, her eyes scanned the parking lot, Matt and Mike both spotted her and waved, Show and Mark slugged behind them.

"Hey guy's any idea where Punk is?" Phoebe called out.

"Trainer's room, he got here super early," Matt replied. She gave him a thumbs up and the two women made way for the arena. Becci lead the way towards Stephanie who was surrounded by a group of production assistants, without any hesitation Phoebe watched Stephanie turn on her heel, a hard look etched over her face.

"You wanna tell me why you weren't answering your cell phone?"

Phoebe had the urge to return with a witty joke but decided against it when Stephanie's cold, hard stare hadn't changed, "Steph, I'm sorry, I overslept, I was up all night annotating notes for the Raw 1,000, I wasn't ignoring you and I promise that it won't happen again." Phoebe ran her excuse over in her head, she honestly felt like Stephanie was her headmistress and she was the school girl that was about to get scolded at.

A couple seconds passed until Stephanie's gaze softened, "Alright, you're off the hook. The reason I called was so that I needed someone to show Becky how things are run around here, and then give her a taste of what it's like during the live show. I knew you were the best person for that, think you can handle it?"

Phoebe grinned, "Sure, won't let you down boss lady." Stephanie turned back to her group of production assistant while Phoebe turned to face Becci who had mirrored her facial expression. Becci could not contain her excitement, the nerves and knots in her stomach., like she was in a dream her eyes widened in glee, she couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off of her face.

"This is my first live show, seriously this morning I couldn't believe Stephanie had invited me here, I mean I saw all the busses pull up and I saw the superstars and I just felt like squealing but I just had to keep my cool and then Stephanie was getting so impatient so she sent me to go get you and I was just hurrying past all of these huge guys."

"Sounds better than my first day I'll give you that," Phoebe chuckled.

Before Becci could ask, Phoebe interjected, "When I first started, I was an assistant for CM Punk."

"Woah. What was he like?"

"He was –

Are you fucking stupid? You are not my friend, you never will be. You're my assistant, and that is all you'll ever be ,

See you Monday, cunt.

You fucking creep, get out before I get your ass fired. Go on! Fuck off! The sooner you're out of this company the better.

I never wanted you and nor will I ever want you , so do everyone a favour, and get – the – fuck – out.

STOP! Stop with the weak ass lies, they're pathetic, you're pathetic. I thought after 2 months, you had proved me wrong, you weren't some freak that loved me or whatever but I was wrong, You're a sad, lonely girl.

It was hard to relive what had happened, from the moment Becci asked Phoebe knew she wouldn't be able to give a straight answer. "He was not what I imagined he would be."

The look of fear and anxiety didn't go unnoticed by Becci, she watched as Phoebe's mood shifted into a dangerous turn and her face presented something sorrowful that made her wish she never asked. "It's funny really. Before you meet him, I mean like when you watch him on your TV, you always thinks about what it would be like to actually meet him in person. And then you run all these scenarios in your head, like of your first encounter with him, what you'll say to him, how you think he'll respond. It's lame but he was my favourite wrestler, always has been, always … will be."

Becci couldn't help but feel frustrated over Phoebe's cryptic words but she didn't want to pry or ask any further questions, she realised how uncomfortable she looked from all the 20 questions and decided to change the subject, it didn't stop her getting more and more intrigued and it only made her want her own first encounter with CM Punk.

"I love CM Punk too, but I think Randy's my favourite."

"I bumped into him on my first day too, he told me to watch where I was going and John Cena told him to give me a break."

"It's official. My first day hasn't got shit on yours."

"Because John Cena stood up for me."

"No because you bumped into Randy Orton."

"Becci, he told me to watch where I was going."

"Well you should've been watching where you were going then." Phoebe scoffed as she watched Becci give her a dirty smirk, she had to hand it to her, the bitch had sass.

The two continued on and Phoebe decided to give her a proper tour, no one had given her an official tour so she felt more than happy to help someone else learn the ropes. She loved how fascinated Becci was, she really did see herself in her and eventually after circling the arena a couple of times they sat by watching the pyro guys set up their bit. Meanwhile Phoebe introduced Becci to the production assistants that worked to set up the main stage, the ring. The two moved on to help the guys set it up. Phoebe found it handy to know, just in case, just some useless knowledge she could store in the back of her mind. Whenever she was in town for the live shows she always made sure to visit the guys who set up the arena. They were, in Phoebe's opinion, just as important as the guys and girls in the locker room and deserved the same amount of recognition and appreciation - she made sure to let Becci know just how hard those guys worked.

"Punk, your knee is gonna need surgery. You're gonna need to take time off."

"I don't want to take time off, I can't afford to take time off, I'm the WWE Champion at the moment, the fans are gonna wanna see me. They have paid in advance to fucking see me, I can't let them down." The physiotherapist gently massaged his knee, to check for any swelling, or pain in general, when he screamed and kicked the therapist away, they both knew the unthinkable.

"I can't take time off work, I just can't."

"Phil, stop being so stubborn. You don't take medication. you won't have surgery and you won't take time off. We need a compromise, one of them at least."

"I don't compromise, not for anybody."

Phoebe peeped through the door neither of them noticed she had arrived, she saw the agony in his eyes and she felt something inside her ache. The therapist was right, Punk was a stubborn piece of ass, she respected him for not giving into drugs and respected him for not taking time off. He was the face of the company and he was right, people had paid to see him months in advance, just to see him. She did however not like seeing him in pain, she couldn't bear it.

"Not even for me?" Phoebe asked softly.

"Phoebe."

Punk's face lit up as he hopped off the bed, their eyes met in a positive was inches away from giving her a peck on the lips until they both realised where they were and in who's company. They hadn't discussed terms, was it too soon to let everyone know, was it fair on Nick and April? Probably not. She gave him a heart-warming smile, even though she wasn't feeling up to it inside, Punk knew the smile didn't reach her eyes, just as he was about to ask his attention turned to the girl hovering behind them.

"Who the hell are you?" Punk growled.

Phoebe groaned at his tone and his intimidating stare, "Phil for fuck's sake, lay off would ya? This is Becci, new addition to the creative department."

"She's just being modest, I'm actually just an assistant at the moment."

It had taken all the strength in Becci's body to not lose her cool, she was awestruck, mesmerised by the Best in the World, CM Punk, her eye's ran all across his tattooed arms and massive build, Becci admired him as a person who stuck to his beliefs and as a person. She didn't think she would run into one, she couldn't believe Phoebe was even friends with Punk. She cursed Phoebe for not warning her, she certainly was not prepared for this. Punk nodded blankly, outstretching his hand Becci shook it, the temptation to ask for an autograph was threatening and she almost had to stop herself from squealing.

"Erm, listen. I was wondering Becci if I could meet you back at catering, I just want to speak to Punk alone for a minute if that's okay." Phoebe smiled encouragingly at Becci, "You remember where it is don't you?"

"Yeah sure, and if I'm lucky I'll probably spot Randy Orton!"

Phoebe cursed as she watched her sprint for the catering room, while Punk chuckled to himself, "So she's a fan of the Viper? He's going to love her."

"She's just – enthusiastic. And you're a stubborn asshole. Is it true, are you gonna need surgery?"

Punk sat down on one of the nearby benches in the room, sighing he went on, "My knee's swollen, badly. There's a lot of fluid and I need to get an x-ray before I can make a snap decision so, for now I just need to wait. I can ask Vince or Stephanie if I could just do promos but, with the Daniel Bryan storyline, the crowd are gonna wanna see some indie-like feud, I don't fucking know."

"Punk, I know you care about the fans but, your health comes first." He turned to look at her, she offered him a small smile in which he returned back, no one was in the room and he was more than happy to give her a passionate lip lock feeling the butterflies and the buzz he had felt last week when they finally kissed.

"Bad news aside, I've missed you, I'm so glad you came to see me. I was getting worried when you weren't answering my calls. What did you want to talk about?"

"I ended things with Nick."

"How was he?"

She bit her lip, remembering the forceful grip, "He didn't take it too lightly."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means – he flipped out, he was really upset, hurt and angry, a lot of hurtful things were said that I probably deserved, it was just really hard. I feel like shit."

Punk's thumb circled Phoebe's arm lightly, attempting to soothe her, "He's a bastard."

"The longer you would've left it the harder it would've been." He spoke gently into her ear, he kissed her hair and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, she shuffled closer into Punk's warmth, feeling slightly less agitated by the whole ordeal. Phoebe's heart was pounding for some reason, it always did when she was around Punk, she had ended things with Nick and he with April.

"He wasn't just my boyfriend, he was my friend. My closest one here, you should've heard the things he was saying to me Phil, I felt so weak and vulnerable." She choked a sob, Punk felt anger rise within him as he saw her sobbing into the hands, his hands clenching into a fist.

"Honestly, I don't know what to say, he probably doesn't mean it, he's angry at himself more than you. He's wondering, why did that bastard punk get to sleep with her before me. Seriously though, if you want me to go kick his ass I will. I know you cared about him but, the you owed him the truth and that was that you wanted to be with me, it's why we spent that night together. It's why we're here now."

It made her smile, there was still one unanswered question, "What now, Punk?"

"What now what?"

"Is this exclusive, are we in a relationship? I mean, do you want to be in a relationship with me?"

"Of course I do. But for now, I think we should keep this under wraps, I'm sure April is still sensitive and if Nick is as upset as you say he is, no doubt he'll explode into rage. I want you, godamnit, but if you have doubts you better fucking tell me now, because if you do there would've been no point breaking up with Nick, or me making love to you."

Phoebe stared at him. His strong jaw locked into place, he was grinding his teeth is anxiety, he wanted to be with her, all the cards were laid out for her. He was stunning, she could get lost in his eyes, his facial hair alone turned her on. She had deep, strong, intimate feelings for him that she could not yet explain and something about that made her want to be in a relationship with Phil just that little but more. This was her chance, her only chance.

"I have no one, Phil. No family or friends to turn to, I hurt the only one I had so that just leaves you. You're the only person I have right now, you're the only person I want. I want you, Phil, I'm yours. Fuck me that's so cheesy."

Punk gazed up at her, he couldn't help but smile a toothy grin. He did want her and he was hers, she had finally said it, "I will never hurt you. Do you here me? Not like before, not ever. You won't regret this." He licked his lips as his eyes spotted her parted ones, without hesitation he placed a lustful kiss onto them, breathing in every anxiety, worry and fear out of her body. She had nothing to be scared of, he was hers now and nobody else's.