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Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

Chapter List
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See Chapter 1 for disclaimer!

Now on with the show!

Chapter 14: Eclipsing Changes...

As the crowd answered her, showering her with roars of approval, Punk looked at her with an all encompassing smirk.

'Show time,' He thought to himself.

He waited for the crowd to start dying down before picking up his microphone, and answering her.

At first he continued to sit in the middle of the ring and laugh into his mic, which made Persephaine roll her eyes at him. She clearly didn't look amused, but she held her ground as she held back a smirk.

"Look who it is everybody! It's Persephaine Sin-Claire! The woman who saved not only me, from running over some kid, but saved that same helpless little kid! Give it up!" He said, mocking her, as he started to stand up. He started clapping as he rose to his feet, all the while his eyes bore into hers with mock intimidation.

"Cut the crap Punk, we both know you're happy to see me, or else you wouldn't be eyeballing me like, Vicki Guerrero eyeballs a pork chop." She bit back with easy, looking bored, with just a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

The crowd's cheers grew louder at this, it was no secret Vicki was one of the most hated people that worked in the WWE. She was just that good at her job, and Persephaine made a note to apologize to Vicki later on, she hated saying stuff like that about other women. Even if it was her job, it still didn't make it right.

"Oh, kitty isn't just good at lapping at things with her tongue, she has claws too? Cute." Punk said back just as easily.

At this point, the crowd was shocked and alternated between boos at Punk and awes at what he said.

"Kitty? Is that the best you can come up with? You have got to be kidding me." She said, as she made her way down the ramp and to the ring. "Please tell me you're not all bark and no bite, but from the looks of it, you've let me down once again." She snipped back.

"Once again? I wasn't aware I ever let you down before." Punk said back, clearly amused.

"Oh you don't remember?" She said back with mock shock.

"The first time you disappointed me, was when you came at me stupid, thinking I would give you some like a common whore before giving up that weak ass kiss. Talk about disappointment, I thought a dog was try to maul my face off." She laughed at him. "Not that there's much difference between you and a dog, but hey, I'm not here to judge." She smirked at him.

Fans all over were eating it up. Roaring with applause and whistles to Persephanie, and laughing at CM Punk. Who looked like he had just been slapped in the kisser, but soon the look was replaced by a smirk.

"You've got jokes huh?" He asked her laughing. "Well so do I sweetheart. Want to hear one?" He asked her looking in her eyes.

She waved at him, signaling for him to continue.

"Apparently it wasn't that weak hun, if you're still thinking about it enough to talk about it. Face it Persephaine, you liked it. It was probably the best thing that ever happened to you, before you landed this job. No I take that back, it's still the best thing that ever happened to you. If there's one thing that no one can argue, it's that you did kiss me back. You want to talk about weak? You are the walking definition of it. Face it baby, you want me, and you don't have the balls to own up to it. You don't even have the balls to stand up, put your personal feelings of trying to save face in public, aside long enough to actually let me have my chance at the championship title. You are the weakest person I have ever met Persephaine, because you are an open book, you're predictable. I'm wasting my time sitting out here talking to the likes of you. We both know you're not going to do the right thing and grant me this. It's personal with you, you like me, and like all women, you act like a silly little girl over it, and to save face. You're gonna screw me out of my title shot. Thanks, but no thanks." Punk bit back with venom, manipulating her to where he wanted her to go.

He went to walk out of the ring, as Persephaine laughed.

"Hold on just a damn minute. Let's get one thing straight. The oh-so-great CM Punk is gonna have to take an ego blow for a second, because I'm going to tell you personally to your face one thing right now. I do not, nor will I ever, harbor any feelings for the likes of you. And I mean ever!" She said to him as he turned back around to face her.

"Yeah, okay!" He told her sarcastically, as he faced her.

"But that's not what I'm out here for Punk. I'm out here to do my job, you disrespected me and my boss. But we both see that you have improved a great deal, and you are taking out the competition more than anyone in the RAW locker room. I'll give credit where it's due. If you want it, you've got to earn it. So you'll face Rey Mysterio and Alberto Del Rio for a triple threat match to decide the number one contender spot. Who ever wins that match, will face John Cena at the Money In The Bank pay per view coming up. If you can talk the talk, you better be prepared to back it up Punk." She told him firmly, as he smirked at her.

He went to say something, but she abruptly cut him off.

"One more thing, I'll be out at ringside tonight watching. If by some stroke of genius, you manage to win tonight. I hope John Cena wipes the mat with you at Money In The Bank. While you may be good, and yes, even talented. You happen to run your mouth way too much. Here's a tip sweetheart," she said inching closer to him, "it's not attractive in the least."

With that she smirked and walked out of the ring and up the ramp. Punk smirked at her the entire time, and the show cut to commercial.

CM Punk made his way around back stage once more, before heading to his dressing room. He was greeted by Persephaine, who happened to be waiting outside the door.

"Look at you! I'm surprised you didn't rip into me a little harder out there Punkers." She smiled at him as he approached her.

He just gave her a playful glare before stopping in front of her, pressing her back against the wall next to the door, and staring in her eyes. His face just centimeters from her own, and the butterflies erupted in her belly, making her face flush bright red. He leaned into her ear, as one hand lightly caressed the side of her neck.

'Damn him!' Persephaine thought to herself.

"You know what the say about pay back right? It's a bitch sweetheart." He said chuckling to himself, pushing himself off of her and going inside the dressing room.

For once, she was speechless, and burned holes into the wall in front of her as she calmed down. Soon enough, she just walked down to catering to hang out with Kofi, hoping the man would keep her mind off the task she had ahead of her tonight.

Her demeanor changed though, as she walked in and as she went to Kofi, someone had yelled out, "slut," and lamely tried to mask it as a cough. Persephaine looked over in the direction of Beth Phoenix, with some of the divas sitting around her.

"Great, now I'm hated! Just like high school all over again." She thought to herself.

As she turned back around to make her way to Kofi, she openly rolled her eyes at the group of women. She couldn't prove who had done it, but they wouldn't get a rise out of her from it either. Childish tactics.

"Excuse me, who the hell were you just rolling your eyes at newbie?" One of the diva's pipped up, when Persephaine had turned back around. She snapped back around and faced the group and Kofi sensed that trouble was most definitely brewing.

"Out of curiosity, why is it you girls only have something to say to me when my damn back is turned? I'm not accusing all of you. Just two, the first one called me a slut and lamely tried to cover it as a cough, and the other one just commented about my eyes. If you have something to say, feel free to say it to my face." She told the group of women as they sat there, and observed her openly.

"Well if the shoe fits slut..." Beth said as she and a couple of the other girls giggled.

"Coming from a transvestite, that's a fucking compliment. So thanks!" Persephaine said as she gave her a fake smile and turned back around to go to Kofi. A few of the girls covered their mouths to contain their laughter from the rest of the group as Beth stood up from her seat.

"Bitch I've been known to break jaws for less, you better watch that little mouth of yours. Keep talking, and that mouth of yours, will be out of commission. Then what are you gonna do, when you can't use it on a certain someone to keep your job?" She asked her.

"Girl you've got me fucked up. Thirty seconds or less, and I'll have you passed out on the floor. I'm not the one Beth. I don't know what you heard, or what you think you know about me, but you don't know jack shit about me." She said taking in Beth's pissed off look, as she continued. "You might want to lay off them 'roids though, I knew people went into fits of rage, but I didn't realize ignorance came along with it too. Fucking she-beast." She said glaring at her.

At this Eve Torres couldn't hold in her laughter anymore, and just about fell out of her chair laughing.

Beth flipped the table over in her attempt to get at Persephaine, and Persephaine was not one to back down from any fight. Too many years of growing up around the military taught her more than a thing or two. Her Marine Corp. father also taught her important defense skills, which she's used more than once before. She kicked off her heels, and started to make her way to Beth, before someone wrapped their arms around her waist, effectively holding her back.

"Come at me if you think you've got it! I swear to God above, I will run a beat down train on your ass from one end of the building, to the next!" She shouted out to her, while fighting against whoever it was that was holding her back.

"I don't think, you stupid bitch, I know I've got it!" Beth shouted back, fighting against a couple of diva's who were holding her back as well.

"Hey! What the hell is going on in here?" Punk said as he stood between Beth and Persephaine.

Both women stopped struggling immediately, but gave each other firm and heated glares.

"Nothing." Beth said, keep her eyes locked on Persephaine.

"Bullshit, you gotta enough balls to run your mouth before he got here, why stop now bitch?" She yelled out to Beth. Persephaine was hot, her temper was too close to the exploding point, to be contained.

"Hey knock it off!" Punk told her firmly.

"No fuck that! Get off me!" She said as she threw the person's arms off of her, she turned around to see it was Kofi with John Cena in tow right behind him.

"I'll be damned if I'm gonna deal with the slut label, if it happens again, I promise you, me and her can go right outside, off the property and settle shit one way or another. She won't be saying nothing when she's sleeping on the ground! That goes for everyone else too! I've been nothing but nice and respectful to everyone I have personally met. I'm not gonna deal with childish ass labels! Grow up Beth, this is the only time I will be nice about it." She said as she bent over, collected her heels, and stormed out of the room.

Punk turned a fierce glare to Beth.

"What the hell did you say to her?" He growled.

"Oh come off of it Phil, we know that she got the job through you. Sleazy if you ask me." She told him.

"That's the thing Beth, you're wrong, she got the job based on her own merit and brains. Oh and no one asked for your goddamned opinion any fucking way!" He told her firmly.

"So her practically sucking your face off of your head on national television had nothing to with her landing her job?" She laughed in his face. "You're delusional."

"And you're a jealous idiot." Punk fired back at her. "Don't even try to deny it, it's obvious to anyone who is listening to you sputter off this stupid shit. What happened to you Beth? You never used to be like this." He asked her, before turning and walking out the door. Not even waiting for the woman known as The Glamazon to even answer his question.

Running down the hallway, Punk tried to find Persephaine.

She was no where in sight.

"Punk wait up!" Kofi yelled out, he was being followed by John.

"Guys whatever it is, will have to wait. I've got to find Persephaine. She's livid right now." He said

"We know! Look, Beth actually did start that drama back there with Persephaine. We'll cover for her if Beth or any of her friends try to get her in trouble over it." John told him.

"I'll let her know that when I find her." Punk said as he turned back around, and raced off to find her.

He searched every where, and gave up on finding her. He just hoped she would be back in time for the match, seeing how she was to be sitting ringside with The King and Cole. He surmised that he would just have to wait and talk to her after the match. Sighing, he made his way back to his locker room, where he received quite the shock.

Sitting on the couch was Persephaine, waiting on him.

"Figures this would be the last place you would look for me." She said, not looking up from her script.

"I understand she shouldn't have called you a slut, but don't you think it was a little overkill?" Punk asked her, shutting and locking the door behind him. They didn't need any interruptions, nor her trying to run away again.

She set the script down, sighed and looked over at him. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she let out a long breath of air that she had been holding in.

"Phil, it's a long story. But let's just put it this way, I'm not a slut, and I take that very personally." She answered back. She had been dreading this. It felt like a nightmare.

He sighed.

"You know you can't be like this forever right? You're gonna have to let this go." He said back.

"I know, and I'm working on it." Persephaine said.

He just threw her a wary glance.

"I'm serious. Back in the day, girls like that would have gotten their teeth knocked down their throats, and asked questions later." She told him with an air of honesty. "What happened back in catering, wasn't as intense as I could have been."

"Something tells me you're not lying about that." Punk mumbled as he got up from his chair.

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry Phil." She said looking down.

"I know you are. But keep your temper in check. We have rules, even around here, and I don't want to see you get in trouble." He said.

"I know. Next time I'll just ignore it. Deal?" She asked him with a pleading look.

He sighed.

"Deal. But if it happens outside of work, all bets are off. I expect you to whoop her ass." He smiled at her. Phil pulled her up from the couch, gripped her hips and started kissing her along her neck.

"Oh trust me handsome, outside of work, it'll be on like Donkey Kong!" She laughed.

"Dumdum." He whispered, laughing and letting her go, as he grabbed his gear and walked to the bathroom to change.

The lights were hot as they glared down on Rey Mysterio, Alberto Del Rio, and CM Punk who were all facing each other in the ring. Persephaine was seated beside The King, and was giving them her thoughts on the matter.

"King, one thing you have to realize, is that my new boss only wants the best working on RAW, they're not going to settle for anything less. So far, John Cena can claim his rightful spot as the best because he is the WWE champion. As we watch this match, the only thing I can keep thinking is, 'are we possibly looking at the newest WWE champion at this very moment?'" She told them confidently.

"How are you so sure that the winner of this match will beat Cena Persephaine?" The King asked her.

"Intuition." She answered mysteriously, with a smile on her face.

"Well if it should be anyone, it should be Alberto Del Rio! At least you did something right by putting him in this match up!" Cole bit back to her.

"I gave Alberto a chance, because whether you love him or hate him folks, the bitter truth is he is a rising star in this company. Do I find him annoying? I can't say. I'm a professional. I'll just leave it where it's at." She bit back at Cole, clearly dropping the hint that she was going to remain professional, even if she didn't like Alberto.

Cole scoffed at her.

"Do you have something you need to say Cole?" She asked him, looking over at him for a moment.

"Nope. Nothing at all. Besides the fact that, when you were last here, you slapped me. I didn't appreciate that at all. I'm a professional journalist damn it! You had no right."

"Oh God Cole what you just shut the hell up?" The King asked him.

"I will not shut up! She asked and I simply told her.

"Well you will remain professional and on point, and call the match, or I will have a word with my boss about you." She warned him. She loved playing this role of hers up.

The guys in the ring, were putting on a hell of a show, as they sat there and watched it. Persephaine and the commentators were bantering back and forth over the match the whole time.

Suddenly, Alberto knocked Mysterio out cold, and after wards walked right into Punk who tossed him into an Irish whip, into the turnbuckle. After his patented knee to the face, Punk gave him a running bulldog. CM Punk, then pulled him up, and hit Alberto with the GTS, going for the pin.

"1, 2, 3!" The crowd screamed as there was a mixture cheers and boos.

CM Punk sat in the ring and smirked, as Persephaine stood from her chair and made her way to the ring. She brought a microphone with her.

He continued to sit on the mat as he looked up at her.

She bent down to his level and lock eye contact with him.

"Congratulations Punk, you've got your shot at Money In The Bank. Now why don't you go ahead and tell these people something that not all of them are familiar with. Something both you and I know, that can potentially change everything that these people know, forever. Tell them what you are planning to do Punk, or so help me God, I will." She said to him, then holding out her microphone.

He smirked at her.

"Alright beautiful, you want me to tell the truth about something? I'll do more than that. I can assure you of that. You're just as cold and calculating as I am sweetheart. You see opportunities, like this job for example, and you snatch them. You and I are one in the same Persephaine. I promise that before it's all said and done at Money In The Bank, you'll show the world your true colors."

He smirked at her. She just straightened her back, and looked down at him, shaking her head.

He continued to hold eye contact with her, as he dropped his pipe bomb.

"July 17th, 2011, will be the most historic day, not only in the career of CM Punk, it's gonna be a historic day for the WWE as a whole. Not only is July 17th the second annual Money in the Bank Ladder Match pay-per-view, it's the night I defeat John Cena for the WWE Championship. Now, here's that honesty I was talking about, that honesty that's probably gotten me in trouble more times than I'd like to admit, the brutal honesty I'm known for. July 17th is the day my contract with World Wrestling Entertainment comes to an end. That means when the clock strikes midnight, the 17th becomes the 18th, Sunday bleeds into Monday, I'm leaving. And trust me when I tell you I am leaving with the WWE Championship."

When he finished his speech, he stood up and faced Persephaine. Stepping closer and closer to her, until they were face to face, just a couple of inches apart. Chemistry and tension was so thick between the two, that you could cut it with a knife.

"That's also going to be the day, that you show every body your true colors. That's the day, you will not only admit to me what I've been telling you since we met, but you show the whole world that you want this change just as bad as I do. You will surrender to me Persephaine Sin-Claire, and you will do it willingly. You'll walk through the fires of hell for me, and you will love it."

With that, he stepped back from her, smiling at her the whole time and exited the ring.

In that moment, butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she couldn't help the bright red color that flushed against her face. The reaction didn't go unnoticed by the crowd, people at home, or the commentators either, as the camera focus on her as it closed out the show.
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