I've realised I've been away for ages, I'm going to try and update this as much as I can, college is a lot of work and plus I was really ill this week, excuses, excuses, I know, job interview on Tuesday so I'm hoping to get a weekend job while juggling college and writing this awful fic, thanks to everyone who still reads it, you guys are awesome, as I said, updates will be slow but I promise to update, enjoy this chap guys xoxoxoxoxooxoxox
Phil stood outside the locker room door for a couple of minutes, he had practically sprinted his way over hear, feeling the blood boiling over in his ears. He stopped letting the silence devour him, hoping to find the man he was looking for. He wasn't hesitating, he was contemplating on murdering Nick. Raising his stronger leg, he kicked the door open with full force.
"What the – "
He seized Nick by the collar of his shirt, hurling him straight into the cool metal behind him, a kick to the gut and he made the biggest mistake of his life, falling to the floor, giving Phil full advantage of beating the shit out of him.
"What the fuck is your problem? What the fuck, Punk?"
Nick cried, and then a fist crashing into his face – Phil heard the commotion behind him from the rest of the locker room, what are you doing? Get off of him? What the fuck? It all registered in his head but seeing Nick's face covered in blood gave him great satisfaction. He had Nick pinned to the floor, holding all his weight onto him and he gave him blow after blow.
"You're a fucking psychopath!" Nick attempted to struggle out of Phil's grasp and fought a dead end, trying to force him off with both his hands but failed miserably. Easing his grasp a bit, Phil slammed Nick's head violently onto the floor, he began to froth at the mouth and his face turning a redder and redder. Phoebe's bruised body flashed painfully through his head, enraged by Nick even laying a finger on Phoebe, he wanted to hurt him.
Phoebe sat beside Phil's bus door curled up into a ball like position, as soon as Phil had left Phoebe felt anger surging through her veins, alongside her anger, she felt sheer anxiousness and terror. Phoebe wasn't aware of what Phil was capable of and she didn't intend on finding out. She despised Nick and for so long she herself wanted to hurt him , but if Phil was to hurt him … Phoebe didn't want to get herself worked up again, she needed to get out of here and find the two son of bitches.
The second she heard the lock rattling, Phoebe shot up and sprinted towards the door, rage suddenly took over her body however when the door swung open she came to face a familiar Ghanian.
"What are you doing here?"
"You're not the only one who stays on the bus, you know?" Kofi chuckled, stepping into the bus, sensing her odd behaviour he asked, "Are you okay? Where's Phil?"
When he didn't get an answer he turned back around he found that he was the only occupant in Phil's bus and the front door was left wide open. Kofi contemplated on following her out to see where she had gone, something was seriously wrong.
Phoebe's first guess was the locker room, she knew Nick spent a majority of time lounging about in there and when arrived she saw Phil being restrained by Wade and Matt, he gave her a weary look after turning back to look at Nick, who lay limp on the floor attempting to escape. Phoebe began to grind her teeth while Phil did everything he could to avoid her gaze, he was still managing to catch his breath – at least he was satisfied with the damage. She strode over towards him, she motioned for Stu and Matt to let go of Phil, Matt offering her a small smile in turn she smiled back. Her gaze then turned to Punk, her eyes narrowed, she had a lot of things to say and yet right now she was livid at the fact that he had a) locked her in his bus and b) beaten the crap out of Nick, he thought he was doing her a favour but goddamn he had never been so wrong.
"I ought to smack that smug grin off your stupid face," her voice seething in rage.
He eventually looked up at her, his face now expressionless, he didn't have any words either – none that made any of this okay and none that would make her feel any better. He was confused at her reaction, he didn't expect her to jump for joy but she had to appreciate the fact that he had to beat Nick black and blue after the way he handled her, he had to make her understand that Nick couldn't get away with the fact that he hurt her. Before Phil had a chance to reply with something smart, a booming voice shook the locker room to its core.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Everyone turned to see Hunter dawdling in the doorway, confused as to what was going on, his eyes darted from bloodied, bruised Nick to Phoebe and Punk who stood only a few feet away. Phil scoffed at the Neanderthal that was Vince McMahon's son in law, Phoebe inwardly groaned knowing full well that this would anger Paul even more, but Phil gave no fucks and the thought got Phoebe even mire angrier.
"Phil, for fucks sake, he is your boss."
"I - don't – give – a - shit."
"If Vince see's this, he'll – "
Hunter brushed passed Phil like he was vermin and knelt down to inspect Nick, the two could hear him twittering in his ear but had no clue what he had asked him, eventually she looked up at the couple and spoke in a low voice
"Phoebe. Phil. Get both your asses, to my office, right - now."
She sighed deeply and two of them turned to make their way out of the locker room, Phoebe got a final glance at the rest of the men that stood with various expressions on their faces, horrified, shocked, confused, what was Phoebe doing here? Why was she here? What business did she have with Nick and Phil? Meanwhile Phil stalked moodily behind her, if the guys hadn't pulled him off of Nick he had no idea how long the beat down would've lasted. He knew Phoebe was mad with him but he was willing to pay the price if it meant teaching Nick a lesson – it was strange to think that he knew he wouldn't be able charm his way out of this, she wasn't going to be fooled if he gave her a cheeky smile or batted his eyelashes, and as he walked on behind her, admiring Phoebe's behind, he thought about how he could make this right.
This would be the second time Phoebe had been sent to the boss's office, Phoebe was sure she was starting to get a habit out of it. Somehow she was even shakier and her palms were even sweatier than the last time, her knee bobbed up and down in an irritable trance until Phil placed his hand on top of it, motioning her to stop. She did.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" she spoke dryly, turning to look at him, both of them knew he didn't have the answer.
"I – "
The door slammed and Phil was cut short, he moved his hand away from Phoebe's knee until she grabbed it, she held onto it and turned to look at Hunter who took a place sitting across from them.
"You two are damned near lucky that Vince is in Stamford at the moment."
It took everything in Phil's power to not scoff at the remark, like he gave a shit. Hunter's gaze narrowed in a hawk like glare, eyeing Phil until his eyes travelled to Phoebe.
"Miss Walker, could you be so kind as to tell me why whenever there seems to be a fight between my superstars, you are always at the scene?"
Phoebe's eyes narrowed for a second, it was an unfortunate coincidence and yet she couldn't seem to find the answer, before she could think of anything smart, Hunter interjected.
"I was sceptical, of you travelling with the superstars, but I trusted Steph, she said she needed a creative member with her at all times. And I can see that, you've made friends with various members of the talent – but evidently your presence is causing harm to my superstars. Your last fight with Miss Mendez - "
"She attacked Phoebe, she was defenceless!"
"Yes, and we've had a nice chat with Miss Mendez but the matter of the fact is that she attacked Phoebe for some strange, unknown reason, if Phoebe wasn't here then – let's say, we'd have a lot less conflict."
"So what are you saying? You want me to go back to Stamford?" Phoebe's voice grew louder in irritation.
"That is not what I'm saying, unless I wanted my head on a silver platter, Steph would murder me. I just want to know is there anything you want to tell me?"
Phil scoffed, resulting in Hunter slamming his fist onto the table,"You know Punk, if Vince was here you'd be out the fucking door kissing that Championship belt goodbye, so unless you want to tell me - "
"Spare me the bullshit, I would not be out the fucking door because I'm your champion, I'm the reason you get your paycheck every month, I'm the reason you have sold out arenas - "
Phoebe looked at Phil who in turn gave her a cheeky wink, throughout her time being "CM Punk's" assistant and working at the Stamford HQ, she knew exactly how Hunter was feeling right now, pure rage and feeling extremely irritated. Phoebe turned to look at Hunter, his eye twitching in a fit of rage.
"You might be a fucking big deal in that ring but it doesn't mean you have the right to beat up one of the Superstars til they're unconscious!"
Before Phil could retort back, Phoebe squeezed his knee.
"Please go wait outside."
"WHAT?!"
"Wait - out - side. I want to talk to Hunter in private, you owe me one for locking me in your bus, please Phil, just wait outside this won't take long."
Phil wanted to retort back until she gave him her puppy-dog pleading eyes, he was pissed off, at Hunter, at Nick, Phoebe but he couldn't say no to her, he couldn't resist. Instead he slammed his chair onto the floor and agressively stalked out of the office.
When the door shut, Phoebe spoke softly, "What he did was wrong, and I know Phil's difficult - "
"Difficult is putting it lightly, I'd say more - "
"Don't interrupt me, it's very disrespectful." Hunter's mouth clamped shut as Phoebe continued.
"As I was saying, he's difficult - but his intentions were good, as hard as it is to believe. Putting it mildly, Nick hurt me, unintentionally before you ask, nonetheless he hurt me and Phil just lost it. Soon people are going to ask questions and neither me nor Phil are ready to give answers. I'm sure you know what's going on between the two of us and you're no stranger to ... falling for someone in the business but what I'm saying is, please don't be too hard on him. I'm not Stephanie McMahon, but you'd kill a man if someone ever hurt Steph, she's your wife, your princess, your love."
Hunter stared at Phoebe intently for a couple of moments, letting her explanation sink in, what really struck him was his comparison to whether he would kill someone for hurting Stephanie. Damn straight
"Phil loves you?"
"Well ... no, but - but, you understand my point, right?"
Hunter sighed deeply, rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes, "Yes, yes, I understand perfectly, I'm sorry that Nick did hurt you," not more than I hurt him, Phoebe thought miserably. "However I'm stil going to fine him and send him home for a couple of days on suspension, this can't go unpunished Phoebe, you understand?"
Phoebe nodded slowly before asking, "What will you tell Vince?"
"His knee has been acting up, doctor gave him a medical note, etc."
"Lying to the father-in-law?"
"You'd prefer it if I told him the truth?"
"Probably not, what about Nick?"
"We'll have to see what the doctor's say."
"Could just tell the WWE Universe that Jericho did it and then Nick's off TV for a couple of nights."
"Great. 2 superstars "off sick."
Phoebe spoke as she got up and headed towards the door, "You'll live. John Cena's still giving people Attitude Adjustments and Randy Orton is still sexy as hell, we'll be fine."
Hunter chuckled, "You should head down to the development centre and check out the fresh, new talent."
"Will do sir. Hunter?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you, we'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?"
Shaking her head Phoebe smirked to herself, until she saw Phil sat sulking in q chair. Phil looked up from his sad gaze to give her a small smile, in which Phoebe returned.
"Thank you for waiting Phil, Hunter wants to speak to you."
He silently obliged and walked past her into his office, she yanked his arm and tiptoed to whisper in his ear.
"Hear him out, alright?"
Neither Phil nor Nick made an appearance on Smackdown, news travelled pretty fast yet no one had come to ask Phil or Phoebe what really happened, no one dared ask why Phil did what he did. When he was done in Hunter's office he returned back to his bus to find Phoebe waiting for him.
As he walked in she could feel his eyes on her, neither of them willing to speak up first - Phil shuffled along for a while until he decided to sit down next to Phoebe, twiddling his thumbs in silence.
"I'm sorry."
Phil took hold of Phoebe's hand, "The last thing I wanted was for you to get swept into Hunter's office to get scolded at, although you handled it pretty well.
"Well, I have learnt from the best," Phoebe mumbled in attempts to lighten the mood. "I just don't understand why you felt the need to beat the shit out of him, Phil he looked like he was fucking dying!"
"I would've killed him Phoebe, intentional or not, he fucking deserved it. I can't believe you're defending him."
"No! No! Stop this! Phil I'm not defending him but you can't just go around beating the crap out of everybody whenever you feel like it!"
"I don't ever feel like I want to beat anyone up, he fucking hurt you - "
"Because I hurt him too."
"So that's how it works? Tit for tat?"
"Shut up Phil. You're the one who says that resolving things with violence is never the answer!"
"Resolving would insinuate that I want to be civil and friendly with him, one, h'es your ex and two, he was unknowingly hurting you. To me that's just as bad as hurting a woman on purpose."
"Phil I've never felt so lucky to gave a boyfriend like you, despite how angry I am at you, I know why you did it, but you have to know how fucking messed up this is!"
"I really care about you Phoebe, I did it because I - "
"Dude! What the hell is going on? Why was Phoebe locked in our bus and what us this I'm hearing about you and Nick?"
Kofi had returned, barging in at the worst time possible. He had clearly been running before hand and the silence was filled with heavy pants, while Phil glared daggers Kofi realised he had interrupted something.
"Phil?"
Ignoring Kofi, he turned to look at her, "Yeah?"
Taking his head in her hands Phoebe pressed her lips onto Phil's, the beard tickled her like always but she continued with her passionate lip lock, while her fingers flirtatiously played with the tufts of his hair. She was angry, but there was something inside her stopping her from lashing out. She wasn't used to being protected from getting hurt, or having someone to stick up for her. She knew exactly how wrong this was, how vile and unprofessional Phil had acted but, here she was with her tongue dancing lustfully with his. He couldn't bare the thought of someone ever hurting his Phoebe and nor could she ever comprehend someone ever hurting her Phil.
Kofi was still stood a couple meters away from them ogling at the couple licking each others face, he wasn't going to get an answer and decided to head back to the arena. When Phoebe heard the door softly click she retracted, playfully glaring at him.
"I'm still fucking mad."
"I'm sorry, what do you want me to do Phoebs?"
"You've done enough as it is. Forget about, what did Hunter say to you?"
"Surprisingly, he kept it short and sweet, he's gonna make up some cock and bull story for Vinnie and I've gotta start packing."
"Back to Chi-town huh?"
"I asked if you could come with me," Phoebe turned to stare at him, swallowing hard she cleared her throat and attempted a straight face, "And?"
"He said no."
"That's Hunter for you," Phoebe sighed, plopping herself onto Phil's bed.
"He was just rambling on about what a huge loss this us going to be for me and the company and I just sat there thinking, this isn't a fucking punishment. If he wanted to give me a punishment he'd have given me a 10 year contract and a ... stop looking at me like that, alright?"
"Well, it isn't a punishment! You're going back to your home town and you're gonna get photographed at ball games or hockey games and have a swell time with Scott and - "
"Swell ... time?"
"Yes you're going to have a swell time."
"Well I'm not going to gave a swell time, you're not gonna be there."
"I can't believe you asked Hunter if I could come with you."
Phil shrugged, "It was worth a shot."
"How long are you suspended for?"
"A month."
"A MONTH?!" Phoebe yelped, almost falling off the bed while Phil winced at her tone, no wonder he wanted her to come with him.
"It's what you get when you almost kill a man."
Phoebe rolled her eyes as she continued to fold Phil's clothes, "I could convince Stephanie to miss a couple house shows, fly over and see you at the weekends."
Phil nodded silently as he continued to pack, with a sigh she leaned back into the soft pillows and took off her glasses. She couldn't remember a time when she had been away from Phil for so long, now that she thought about it, she hadn't. Phoebe thought about the number of people who would soon discover her hidden relationship between herself and Phil and was suddenly feeling their time alone in their own isolated bubble was going to end much sooner than she wanted it to. Now she had to figure out what the hell they were going to do next. Phoebe wouldn't let herself think about what would happen when Phil left to go to Chicago, leaving Phoebe to answer any awkward questions from enquiring superstars.
Phil often talked about leaving for a long period of time to take a break, whether that was 2 months or 2 years, she just knew that whenever the time came for him to leave, it would be one of the hardest things to deal with. This wasn't optional for him, nonetheless the time came where she could no longer worry about it later. With a sigh Phoebe looked around Phil's 5 star tour bus bedroom. She sat there, looking at nothing in particular, as she tried to decide what she was going to do.
He started packing away a few comics until he heard Phoebe sighing continuously. Phil looked up and watched her stare at his DVD collection. Her brows were pulled tight, a frown pulling at her lips. He tossed his last comic into his suitcase and walked quietly towards her. Leaning down he kissed her cheek.
"Don't worry, I'll leave the DVD's here. Plus if you keep frowning your face is going to stay like that."
Phoebe turned her head slightly and looked at Phil. She made a small sound in the back of her throat but didn't answer.
"I don't want to go either," Phil sighed.
Phoebe smiled softly and rubbed her cheek against his.
Phil's eyebrows knotted together as he became more concerned. Phoebe just sat there, she was being too quiet for his liking. "You're upset."
Phoebe shrugged slightly and leaned her head back against the bed rest. She stared up at him for a moment, "I really don't want you to go, Phil."
He let out a long breath. Truth be told when Hunter initially told him his punishment he paled and felt rather ill, a whole month without seeing Phoebe didn't sit well with him yet he was hoping to avoid the subject entirely.
"Don't Phoebe. I'll ring you everyday, especially when you have a big ass meeting, we'll skype and I'll fly you over to Chicago." Phoebe was quiet as Phil continued running his fingers through her hair as they silently looked at each other.
"Don't go," Phoebe whispered as she watched for Phil's reaction. He sighed deeply then moved to sit beside her on the bed.
He was quiet for a long moment as he sat beside her. Phoebe pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Phil reached out and rested his arm on top of hers. He silently stroked his fingers over the back of her hand. "Ask Steph if you can work from Chicago?" he asked.
Phoebe arched a brow as she looked at Phil. "I could try, I reckon Hunter's already told Steph by now. I'll ask her all the same."
Phil laughed softly and pulled Phoebe to his side. She let her weight rest against him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "No harm in trying, Anyway, what do you want to do?"
Phoebe couldn't look at Phil as she said, "I want you to stay here."
Phil nodded slowly in agreement. He was ready and willing to stay exactly where he was. He didn't want to back to Chicago on his own any more than she did. He wanted them to stay together, just like they were right at that minute.
Taking a steadying breath, Phoebe forced herself to look at Phil, "So? What's happening?"
"Well, we're going to pack, since I'm not on the show tonight I'll chill here for a couple of hours while you and Stephanie do whatever it is that you do. We'll grab a little late dinner, we bang all night because I'm an insomniac and you're my girlfriend. Then I'll cook you and Kofi sone breakfast and I'll head for the airport."
"How about we just bang?"
Phil shook his head slowly, laughing at Phoebe's straight, totally serious face. Although Phoebe appreciated Phil's plan she knew in a matter of hours he would be going back to Chicago and Phoebe was here working, without any friends and without Phil. They were going to be separated by more miles than he cared to think about. He wasn't going to be gone for long but he knew he'd have way more fun having his girlfriend around his arm, maybe introduce her to the girls.
"We can do whatever you want," Phil smirked.
"You say the dirtiest things."
Phil shook his head slowly, "I really wish you could come with me."
Phoebe sighed as she leaned her head back against the edge of the bed, "I really wish you wouldn't have hurt Nick."
"You're a bitch."
"Keep talking like that and there will be no banging before you go."
Taking hold of her wrist Phil leaned over and kissed her cheek, "I'll be back before you know it."
He leaned forward so that he could look at her more closely. Sometimes he couldn't get over just how stunning she really was. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Phil leaned even closer, skilfully stripping down Phoebe's clothes one by one.