little late guys but HAPPY NEW YEAR, HAPPY 2014. So it's been a while since I last posted this chapter and I finally found time to write it then post it, hope everyone had a great christmas wherever you guys are. Thank you to those who reviewed and hello to the new followers and those who favourited. Hope this chapter doens't disappoint, thank you again lovelies, you're all wonderful, thanks for reading, I decided to skip things ahead in terms of pay-per-views, i know i;ve been constantly writing about Over the Limit but thought skipping ahead would make things more intense, i don't really know, hope it's not too much trouble xoxoxoxox
Phoebe had made herself quite at home on Punk's bus and luckily for him there had been no drastic changes when she had settled herself in, maybe the occasional lace bra lurking at the foot of his bed, but he didn't mind. She took it upon herself to cook them a hearty breakfast and a healthy cooked dinner when him and Kofi weren't wrestling. A lot of her time was taken up with her sitting on his bed Indian style, one hand typing drafts and scripts while the other would be attempting to scoff down some food. Phoebe had to admit, she wasn't an insomniac and wasn't planning on being one but when it came to work she was convinced she had become nocturnal. It was almost comforting that Punk didn't sleep either, while she typed he would be engrossed in a documentary or a book about some of the most notorious serial killers, Phoebe did try to persuade Punk that 2 hours wasn't enough for him but gave up shortly after realised that there was no use.
After a week, Phoebe woke up listening to the sound of Punk's rhythmic heartbeat, his bedroom had no windows so even if there was light outside there was no way of telling what time of the day it was without looking at a clock, she reached across for her phone, 8:47am. Phoebe had taken a rest from writing up drafts and the two had fallen asleep part way through watching Halloween, she was curled around him, his leg swung resting on top of his. She winced at how uncomfortable he must've felt during the night. She bit her tongue as she tried to hold down her laughter when she noticed his morning arousal. Her eyes travelled upwards to look at him; she jumped back in surprise when she realised that he was wide awake, gazing down sleepily.
"You do this every morning."
"And you fall for it every time."
His voice was soft and his hair had parted in the middle, without product or hairspray, her breathing hitched at the sight of him, her hand pressed against his bare torso. Without hesitation she untangled their legs and leaned down, capturing his lips in a morning kiss.
"Morning," she whispered softly.
"Good morning," he smirked.
Punk leaned forward, swallowing her gasp as he covered her mouth with his, she opened her eyes, wrapping her hand around the back of his head, playing with the tufts of hair at the back. Her spare hand trailed down to the waistbands of his shorts, shimmying it down until arched his hips upwards giving her easy access. She glanced down to see the tip of his cock emerging just above the black elastic waistband, a drop of pre cum shining With her thumb she circled his tip, spreading the fluid over him, drawing out a low noise, somewhere between a grunt and a groan. She slid her hand along his length, over the black cotton, palming his shaft as her fingertips headed for his balls.
"Phuh – Phoeb."
Another low groan.
"Fuck."
She grabbed the elastic band of his underwear, pulling it away from his skin as her fingers wrapped around his erection, she gripped him tightly, sliding it over his throbbing member, watching intently as his face grew pure lust. His full lips were parted and shining from his tongue just passing over them, his breaths coming in short pants as her hand slip up and down his shaft.
She leaned in to kiss his lips before she murmured, "Come one, Punk baby. Focus. Time for the main event."
Her speed increased, and his breaths were more shallow, his hand scrunching the covers beneath him, a few more thrusts and he stilled his body tensed under her touch and he spilled into her hand, softly pressing a kiss behind his ear. She swung her legs over the bed and strode over towards the bathroom to grab a couple of tissues, after cleaning herself up she handed the box over to Punk who smiled shyly.
"What?" she asked, biting her lower lip.
"You didn't have to," he chuckled, tossing his tissues in the nearby trashcan.
Phoebe shrugged, "I know it's a killer wanting to have sex with your girlfriend but you can't because she's on her period."
"Jesus you make me sound like a sex pest," he laughed.
"Hey, I like sex as much as the next person, I'm not ashamed."
"So you shouldn't be, I get you, I understand. Thanks for … you know, it felt good."
"Just good?"
"The best?"
"In the world," she smiled, initiating a kiss, he reciprocated sliding a hand combing it through her hair, tracing her bare back with his fingers.
"Do you ever think, how weird this all is?"
"What?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow, his finger trailing down her spine.
"The fact that, we're together now. After everything, I just can't believe it sometimes, almost, too good to be – "
"True."
"Exactly."
"Believe It, you're my girlfriend, you're stuck with the crabby asshole, no love hearts or candy, just irrelevant facts about serial killers and pizza."
"Sounds perfect," she smiled, leaning down to kiss his jaw, the beard tickling her face, his expression suddenly turning somber.
"I don't think you'll ever know how sorry I am, I never wanted to hurt you and if I could take it all back I could –" she pressed a finger to his lips, motioning him into silence.
"I know," she whispered, she took his face in her hands and leaned close, so close she almost felt lost in his green hazel eyes. Her lips parted, hovering over his dangerously as he did the same. She watched as he sucked in a breath, pulling the lip ring with him. "You're forgiven."
"If you don't move, chances are I won't either and last time I checked, I've got a pay-per-view to head on out to."
"No I don't think so."
Without uttering a single word he grabbed her by the waist he lifted her from off the ground and threw her over his shoulder fireman style, Phoebe attempted to struggle out of his grasp and failed miserably.
"Let me go!" she growled through gritted teeth.
"No, I don't think so."
"You ready?" Phoebe heard Punk ask, while fastening the last button on her blouse.
She shivered when she felt a light peck on the back of her neck, jumping when two hands slid down her side.
"Yeah, almost."
Punk's grinned, "You alright Phoebs? You seem a little tense?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm fine. Just a little tired, agitated," she slipped on a pair of sensible flats, she knew she wouldn't be able to survive the whole day and night with heels on.
"I beg to differ, you seem a little off, are you sure everything is alright?"
Phoebe smiled at his concern, scratching his beard she spoke softly, "I'm great, I'm happy, I'm with you, trust me."
He stretched his long tattooed arms over her body, pulling her into a warm hug. Phoebe noticed how touchy feely Punk really was behind closed doors and found it incredibly sexy and loveable at the same time, he was never one for public affection but once they were alone he was never able to keep his hands to himself. Phoebe gave him a smile as they walked to exit the bus. She stepped out first, a small wave of panic washing over her as she secretly hoped that no one was going to be in the parking lot. No one was around at the time, yet she felt paranoid, as if there were a pair of eyes watching her every move.
"I'll see you later, tonight most definitely," she turned to look at Punk.
As she went to walk away, Punk grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her. He gave her a sexy smirk and pulled her towards him, making sure no one was around he simply pressed his lips against hers in a lustful touch.
"See you tonight, can't wait to see you in trunks."
"You get to see me naked anyway."
The two of them entered the arena, breaking apart as soon as they stepped inside. The two had discussed that it was still too soon for either of them to tell anyone about their new found relationship and decided to keep it to them for a while, Kofi being the only one who knew. After everything, Phoebe still respected the hell out of April and so did Punk and running into Nick was bad enough seeing as everyone was currently under the extreme pressure for tonight's event. Punk was right;
Punk wondered the arena a couple of times until he decided he was hungry, he walked into catering glad that it was practically empty. He glanced over the wide selection of sandwiches and snacks and grabbed something filling, until settling down on a table on his own. As he took a bite out of his turkey sub he let his mind wander about tonight's match. It had been almost 3 weeks since his break up with her and this was the first time he would be seeing her again. There were no butterflies and he never worried, especially when he was wrestling with Bryan, he knew it was going to be a good event even without thinking. Sometimes he caught himself thinking about his says on the independent scene. Sure his life was hectic now with the busy schedule and the fans, but back then was a different story. Where was his next pay check coming from? Where am I staying at next? Would I eat tomorrow? Which city was next? Who's my next opponent? He really lived in the moment and realised how much he missed the excitement and the rush. There was no denying he got his adrenaline rush from the mass WWE crowds, but in the back of his mind he knew it just wasn't the same.
Disturbing him from his nostalgic thoughts came he heard dainty footsteps treading behind him, then the sound of quarters tumbling into the vending machine. Curious, he turned around to see Rebecca, Becci standing behind him, she watched him intently not uttering a single word. Punk narrowed his eyes as the two continued there staring competition until she spoke up in a sweet chirp.
"You're CM Punk."
"Well observed." He bit into his sub, chewing slowly before speaking again, "Becci, right? You're the new edition to the creative writing team."
"Well observed." Punk chucked at her sharp tongue, "How did you know?"
Punk smirked at a sharp, snappy reply, "A little bird told me."
"Would the name of this bird, happen to be Phoebe?"
The silence confirmed her answer, she nodded silently meanwhile ripping open her bag of potato chips.
"Want one?" she mumbled between chews.
"No I'm fine, thanks."
"So what are you doing here, all by yourself I mean?"
"Well I was trying to enjoy the quiet. Yourself?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt or disturb you. I just got hungry and I saw you , I couldn't help but - "
"Don't sweat it, how's working with Steph and the rest of the team?"
"It has his perks, but Phoebe's been great, she's really been there for me, teaching me and leading the way, the guys can be real jerks sometimes and she's taken me under her wing so it's good. I love it here."
Punk felt this sudden pride for Phoebe as Becci continued to ramble on, he also couldn't help but feel the same for April. He had been the one to guide her through the life of a WWE Superstar and gave her guidance on how to survive in such a competitive environment. He was her mentor, her friend.
"Plus I've gotten to chance to out some input in your storylines further on in the year, we've got some great stuff for you, Punk."
"Really? Is that so? Well that's great to hear, she's a great girl. She knows what she's doing."
"I know, I'm glad. Anyway, I should get going, Stephanie will probably be going crazy, wondering where I am. Great speaking to you Punk."
"Yeah thanks, you too. Can't wait to see what you guys have planned for me." Becci tried to hide the smile behind her bag of chips until the replied.
"I probably shouldn't say this but just for the sake of it, good luck tonight."
Punk sent a wink in her direction, he watched as she made a little skip towards the door, he watched her until she was out of sight. He couldn't help but smirk in confusion, that was so fucking random, what was that? He was alone at last, leaning back in his chair he continued munching into his sub, recollecting his thoughts about his life as an indie wrestler.
No Way Out had arrived today. It was another pay-per-view checked off the list up until before the milestone episode of Raw 1,000 and once again the powers above had scheduled the main event without the WWE Champion and has stuck to the John Cena vs. Big Show. However the triple threat match had been set for CM Punk vs Daniel Bryan vs Kane, a definite crowd pleaser in her eyes. She knew tonight's pay-per-view would be a risk having not done the event since 2009.
The general outline for tonight had been choreographed and the endings were already pre-determined however Phoebe still couldn't help but bite her nails in anticipation. She was still scared shitless, and felt incredibly cowardly for feeling so. April was in the building, she wasn't even wrestling and she already felt a swarm of butterflies in her stomach, and not the good kind. She had contemplated what she would say if she ever ran into her, she had already apologized to Nick and she knew that there was no way in hell Punk was saying sorry, he didn't apologize for anyone.
Phoebe stood in the Gorilla area with her heart in her mouth, she was counting down the matches up until she would come face to face with April, even if it was for a minute or two she was dreading it. Hunico vs Sin Cara had just ended. As the two wrestlers were making their way backstage, she saw Kane emerge from behind her, the sight almost had her shitting bricks. Seeing Kane in his ring gear and especially of his height and stature always made Phoebe jump out of her skin, mainly because she was so used to seeing him in a simple jeans and t-shirt. Even behind the mask she saw him give her a wink, she cued Kane's music and within 5 seconds he had disappeared from the Gorilla area, almost instantly she saw Daniel Bryan approach her. He had a frown etched on his face, Phoebe assumed he was trying to get into Heel mode before going through the curtain, his music began to play and he was out without so much as a "hello."
Finally she felt someone tickle her back, Punk removed his set of headphones handing It to the closest production assistant. He too was trying to get into the zone as he began bouncing on the balls of his feet, Phoebe didn't dare disturb him , Cult of Personality began blasting through the arena. With one final wink, he too was out there, making his way down the ramp, with sheer confidence and pride. She was proud of him, just thinking about how much he had achieved, a shit-eating grin stitched across her face. The match had started and her eyes were glued to the monitor, her clipboard and script stuck to her chest as she hugged it in anticipation. She grinned whenever the camera got a sexy show of Punk in his trunks, she hid her blush behind the board and continued to watch just like the rest of the production assistants out back and the fans who paid good money to see the pay-per-view all together.
Just as she was on an all-time high she heard a voice sneering behind her, "Un-fucking-believable."
It was April.
Phoebe turned to look at her, her glare so cold, she saw no life there, no humanity, friendship or love behind her eyes, anger, resentment, jealousy, disappointment.
"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry April. Look, I don't want any trouble."
"You don;t want any trouble? I'm sure you don't but I've got a bone to pick with you sweetheart. You just don't get it, do you? You knew I liked him, you knew I wanted him and I asked you if you liked him, just in case you didn't want me to ask him out or anything. And you still went behind my back and stabbed me. You took the one guy I admired and you fucking stabbed me."
Phoebe tried, standing up to reach a hand out to him, persuading her into a hug, "Stop, just leave me alone. You can't fix this."
"What do you want me to do April?"
"Dump him. Leave him."
"I can't."
"Why? Why not? You love him?"
"I don't love him, I don't know, I'll do anything, I just can't leave him April. I can't."
"You're fucking pathetic."
Before Phoebe had a chance to speak, she heard the loud, piercing theme song to AJ Lee playing throughout the arena, without a single retort she had disappeared from behind the curtain. Phoebe swore she could only hear her heart beating at this stage, she watched in trepidation as she watched her stride down the ramp. Punk had just delivered a GTS to Bryan and it was now Kane and Punk competing for the WWE Championship.
"AJ?!"
"What?!"
"How did she get up there?"
"Was she under the ring?"
"I think so!"
"And now CM Punk! GTS connects."
"CM Punk retains the title"
"And still your WWE Champion, CM Punk."
AJ's body lay sprawled motionless on the floor as planned while Kane dropped down to scoop her off from the floor, she had her arms wrapped around the red monster as she continued her flirtatious stare towards Punk.
"Look at the look on AJ's face, come on guys!"
"She's smiling at CM Punk."
Cult of Personality continued to play even when Kane and AJ had reached backstage, he settled her down back onto the floor. April glared at Phoebe, her jaw clenched.
"You sure alright? Do you need to take you to a doctor, you took a pretty nasty fall out there. Landed smack right out onto the floor." Kane observed her face quite closely to see if there was a bruise forming, the lighting in the Gorilla position didn't help. Her attention turned curtain as Punk suddenly emerged limping backstage, he cast a questioning looking between the three of us, glancing at April who scowled furiously at him.
"April."
She opened her mouth, ready to unleash a mountain of curses until Punk interrupted her, "Are you alright? That fall was a little harder than It should've been."
Phoebe was expecting a shouting match, until she saw April smirk, "Like you give a shit."
"That's not fucking fair! I still care about you, I still want to be your friend! April I'm sorry."
The small dark haired girl turned to look at Phoebe, tears brimming in her eyes, Kane decided this was his cue to disappear, shaking his head in confusion he brushed past Phoebe, the 3 of them were silent until they were sure they were alone.
"Don't even start with me, alright? How fucking dare you just stand there like everything's okay? We were friends, we were supposed to be friends!"
"April, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? You piece of bitch trash!" April lunged forward at Phoebe, her face twisted in anger, "You lying, piece of shit, you're such a whore!"
Phoebe felt the right side of her face throb as she felt April's fist connect with it, sending her crashing to the ground, inside Phoebe knew she deserved this, but that didn't stop her fighting back. She reached up to yank April's hair, causing her to yell in pain. She shuffled as far away as possible, out of harm's way until April lunged for her again, slapping her left, right and centre.
An arm reached out and wrapped itself around the WWE Diva, stopping her from seriously hurting the WWE Creative writer, Phoebe pushed April away and gasped for air as she felt her face searing with pain, she clutched her chest finding it hard to breathe. The entire roster was out watching the scene in horror and intrigue, why was a WWE Diva having a scrap with one of the creative writers. Among that crowd stood Nick, his brows knitted into a frown. She noticed the McMahon family emerging from the sea of wrestlers, Punk quickly scurried towards her, offering Phoebe a hand as she took is willingly, hauling herself up from the ground. Her hand tightened around Punk's as her eyes met Stephanie McMahon's, unable to read her facial expression, simply because it was expressionless. Behind her, standing in the centre of the gorilla area, an enraged Vince McMahon staring at Phoebe, then April, then Punk. She screwed her eyes shut, she couldn't believe this was happening, she could only imagine the worst possible scenario in her head at that current moment, and that was her getting fired.
"April. Phoebe. In my office please."