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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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
- 14
- 15
- 16
See Chapter 1 for disclaimer!

Author's Notes:

You guys are gonna hate me for this chapter... but never fear, I'll make it up to you next chapter! That is a PROMISE. Also just know, the reason why I have Punk resign at the end of this chapter, is because that's what he claimed to have done with Vince after he shot the promo. Maxim Mag, Nov. 2011 issue, to see what I mean.

Now with that out of the way... ON WITH THE SHOW.

Chapter 15: Never Gonna Figure You Out...

As soon as Persephaine made her way to the back, she ducked and weaved her way around back stage, trying to avoid Punk. She couldn't face him right now. The last part of what he said out in the ring to her, was not in the script. She managed to duck into a utility closet, as her phone started to vibrate. It was Stephanie calling her.

"Shit!" She whispered harshly.

Closing her eyes, taking a deep, calming breath, she answered her blackberry.

"Hello?" She answered very softly, praying no one could hear her outside.

"Persephaine? Where are you? I'm out here looking for you everywhere. You and Punk need to go over what's going to happen next week." Stephanie said.

She sighed. Great.

"I'm busy at the moment, let Punk know I will go over the script with him tomorrow morning sometime." She told her, trying to buy herself more time to avoid him.

"Why are you talking so softly? Where are you?" Stephanie pressed on.

"I'm in a place where I can't talk too loudly Steph." She answered her, hoping to God, the woman would take the hint.

"Are you... hiding?" The older woman asked her over the phone.

"What? No! I'm-"

"Where are you?" Stephanie cut her off.

"What?" She asked her, praying that she didn't just ask her that question again.

"Where are you Persephaine?"

"Look do you want me to meet you? I will go meet you if you need me."

Suddenly, the utility closet door was ripped open, with Stephanie standing right there, looking at her.

"Not hiding huh?" She asked her with a smirk.

"Oh stuff it!" Persephaine told her, peeking around.

"He's not with me, don't worry." She told the younger woman.

"Thank God! Let's get the hell out of here, before he sees me!" She said, taking the older woman by the arm and dragging her to an empty room a few doors down.

Once they were inside, and had the door locked, Stephanie looked at her like she grew a second head.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Stephanie demanded.

"I'm sorry he didn't stick to the script at the end of the show. I don't know what happened out there. I don't know what he was thinking." Persephaine started apologizing.

"At first, I thought it was a brilliant improvise, but now looking at you..." Stephanie drifted off.

"It wasn't." She told her quietly.

"No shit Sherlock." Stephanie laughed.

"Alright, you might want to sit down for this then." Persephaine told her, pointing to the metal folding chair in the room. "There's no way you're letting me out of here, without telling you everything. I can already see that!"

"Nope." Stephanie smiled at her.

When Persephaine opened her mouth, and started to tell her everything, it was like she couldn't stop. Every single detail, poured out of her, like coffee coming out of a coffee pot. From the night that they met, on up until this point, including everything that happened at the hotel, and going to Chicago with him. After she finished, Stephanie just looked at her, in deep thought.

"You love him."

"Um, what? No, no! No I don't! I like him. A lot actually. But I wouldn't call it love. I don't believe that it exists, and if it does, it never lasts. Least of all, for me." Persephaine corrected her friend and boss.

"You know who you remind me of?" Stephanie asked her.

"Who?"

"Me. When things like this were happening between me and Paul in the beginning, I was just as terrified as you are. You're young, you've been hurt and burned in the past, more so than most. You have a hard time trusting people because of it. I can't speak about that because I don't know what that's like, but what I do know, is that you are a very strong person. It's not easy being a mother, or a working mother who barely gets to see her children. Even being a single mom, who's the primary care giver to her children, you still had this as a dream. Working here, knowing that this would keep you away from your son. But you wanted it anyway, to achieve a dream and give him a better life. You're strong. But you don't have to be so alone anymore." Stephanie told her.

"I don't want Punk out of some loneliness Steph, or support. I can handle those on my own. I want him because every time I look at him, he makes me want to strive for something better. He makes my heart race, my mind trip the fuck out, and my stomach does flip flops around him. It's like the rush you get from going down a really big drop on a roller coaster all of a sudden, and I don't ever want that to stop. He excites me, and he puts me at ease, with just a look or touch. When I look in his eyes, I see everything I could ever need or want, and it's more than enough. I see secrets that I want to discover, and stories that are just waiting to be told. It's intense, scary, exciting, thrilling, and all encompassing at once. It's like being struck by lighting, you can't help but to look on. It's beautiful, yet such a scary force. And I'm rambling..." She told her friend, as she sat down on the chair opposite of Stephanie.

She smiled at the younger woman, seeing so much of herself in her.

"No you're not, and I know what you mean. I felt the same way with Paul. Infact, I still do." Stephanie smiled to herself, as she thought of her husband. "Trust me, what you just described, doesn't just go away. Nor does it, stay buried and ignored. It will surface when you least expect it. You're in love with him. You love the person he is. I would even dare to say he feels the same, if what I saw out there tonight and what you told me, tells me anything about it. Besides, you promised him that you would see where this goes. So relax, no one is saying that you have to run off and go marry the guy." Stephanie laughed. Persephaine looked at her in horror. "And from the look on your face, you are definitely not down for that!"

"Number one, stop saying I'm in love with him. We've went over that already. I'm not. Number two, I've sworn off marriage. You don't need a piece of paper to be happy with someone." The younger woman told her friend and boss honestly.

"Okay, sorry, that was probably a tacky joke. Shouldn't have said that." Stephanie said back, raising her hands in mock surrender.

"I'm very guarded when comes to him. I don't know why, because I know plenty of other girls out there, would kill to be in my position right now. He's perfect to me. But right now, it scares the crap out of me. Everything he's said to me, since day one, has had an impact on me. I'm..." She sighed.

"Scared. I know, trust me, you're telling the woman who went through this before. I get it. But let's be honest here, hiding from him, will not do you any favors. What happened to that badass, who was ready to throw down, with Beth Phoenix back there in catering earlier?" Steph asked with an evil smirk.

Persephaine palm smacked into her forehead.

"Ah shit... I was hoping that wouldn't get back to you."

"It did. I personally, had a good laugh from it. Beth likes to bully the other women around here once in a while. It's about time someone put her in her place. I was just impressed that it was you." She laughed at her young employee.

"Well that badass earlier, was out in full force, because I don't like being toyed with." She smiled back.

"And you think Phil does?" Stephanie asked her.

"I'm not toying with him Steph." She told her simply.

"Yes you are. By hiding out from him, like you're in high school again, yes you are. You're a grown adult, act like it Persephaine." Stephanie told her new friend honestly.

"You have to realize one thing about me. As much as I want to let this happen, the number one thing that stops me, is the fact I have to keep my son in mind. I can deal with getting hurt, but I'm not going to put him through getting hurt again either. It's not healthy for him." Persephaine said.

"Neither is mom putting her happiness on hold." She said pointing at Persephaine.

"Maybe, maybe not. What I want to know is, will I get hurt?"

Stephanie laughed at her younger counter-part.

"Knowing that, wouldn't be truly living life, now would it?" She smiled as she got up from her chair, walked to the door and unlocked it.

"Go find him Persephaine, stop hiding from him because something he said, scares you. Chicken." She said, walking out the door.

Persephaine was seriously tired of this anguish she felt. She felt conflicted all the time, and it wasn't fair. What do you do, when the thing you want the most, could also hurt you in the worst possible way? It wasn't fair. She let go of Jake, just to realize her real issue isn't with Jake, it never was.

It was within herself. She was her own worst enemy. Her fear was controlling her again.

Punk didn't deserve this crap. He was nothing but sweet to her.

Deciding on what to do, she sighed, got up and walked out the door.

Making it to the locker room, she found that Punk was already gone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she collected her things, and walked out to her rental car. She needed to think about how she was going to do this, without ruining their friendship. She wanted him, but she didn't deserve him, and he didn't deserve the back burner because she was scared.

Pulling up at the hotel, and with a plan in mind, Persephaine stepped out of her car. Once she made it inside, and to her room, she decided that she would going to just call Punk over and tell it straight to him. Honesty was better than beating around the bush.

Within a few seconds, he picked up his phone.

"Hey beautiful, I missed you at the end of the show. Like what I did at the very end there?" He said with a smart ass chuckle.

"It was really something. Um, can you come on over here please? There's something I need to run by you." She said into the phone, trying to act as normal as possible.

"Yeah... sure. Are you okay?" He asked her, as he got up off of his bed, and slipped his shoes on.

"I'm alright. See you in a few." She said as she hung up.

To say she was terrified, was an understatement.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door.

Calming herself, for the storm that was about to come, she opened the door.

Phil swept into the room, grabbing her face, and kissed her. Hard.

A few minutes later, he released her.

"You look like you could have used that. Besides, I've been wanting to do that since the promo tonight." He gave her a smirk and wagged his eyebrows at her.

She looked at him and her heart just dropped to her stomach.

"You won't when we're done talking." She whispered to him as she shut the door.

He glanced at her curiously.

"And why is that?"

Still facing the door, she sighed, as she turned back around to face him. It was now or never.

"Because I can't do this anymore. Truth is, you scare me. You don't deserve someone who is constantly conflicted about shit. You deserve better." She told him honestly, refusing to looking him in the eyes.

He looked at her, completely lost on where this was coming from.

"Excuse me, but weren't you the one that said she wanted to try? What about Chicago? Hmm?" He was trying to remain patient, but even that was fading.

"I..." She started, and then just stopped. Nothing she would tell him, would make this easier. This was her fault.

"So this is just a game to you?" He asked her, finally letting some of his anger shine through.

"No! It was not a game Phil-"

"Punk. You can refer to me as Punk." He corrected her. Anger clearly showing in his eyes.

That was the equivalent to a punch in the stomach. So they were back to square one. Of course, she couldn't expect different. That would be greedy and stupid of her. Tears formed behind her eyes, as she focused her emotions to behave themselves.

"No it wasn't a game." She responded back quietly.

"Bullshit. That's exactly what this is to you. Well guess what, game over. I'm sick of this shit. I'm over it. I don't know where the fuck you get off thinking that it's okay to get someone's hopes up, then dashing them like it's not a problem. But you are fucked up if you think I'm gonna let you play with me like that." He said venomously.

"Phil-"

"Punk! Goddamn, how many times do I need to say it. It's Punk. My name is CM Punk. Stop calling me Phil, you lost that privilege the moment, I realized what a lying, scheming bitch you were!" He shouted at her.

"Okay you know what Punk, fuck it. I'll be damned if you're gonna stand here and call me a lying, scheming bitch for NO reason! You really want to know why I'm doing this? Do you?" She shouted back as he went to walk out. She grabbed his arm and turned him back around to face her.

"Get the fuck off me." He said with a deadly calm voice as he snatched his arm from her grasp.

"Fine, but let me finish, then you can leave. Once I'm done, you can leave and never have to speak to me again, unless it's work related or out in the ring." She snapped back.

He stood there, watching her.

"Fine." He said through gritted teeth.

"What you said out there tonight, that little thing you added at the end of your promo? Scared the shit out of me. I've come to realize, it's not Jake that I had to worry about. It's myself. I want you, even though you could hurt me! You, are the one equation in my life, that I have no control over. You could hurt me, and I could never stop it. I don't do anything that could hurt me or my son. You have the power to do that!"

"So I'm a threat to your controlled environment now?" He asked her, still angry with her.

"Yes. I need to step back, and do what's right for my son. I have to protect him and myself. I don't want him to get hurt, and I don't want to get hurt either." She answered him quietly the anger having left her body, the moment she told him the truth.

He sighed, and sat down for a moment, on the edge of her bed. Keeping his eyes on her. She, meanwhile, was keeping her eyes on anything but him at the moment.

"Persephaine, I'm not going to keep going around and around with you. You can't expect me to do that." He told her, calmly. He clearly let his anger die down too.

"I know. I'm sorry." She said as she closed her eyes, willing the tears not to fall.

"Do you want me?" He asked her.

At that moment, a damn broke inside of her, as the tears spilled out from her closed eyes anyway.

"No." She lied.

He stood up, walked to the door, and laid his hand on the knob.

"You're the worst lair, on planet earth. You have until the Money In The Bank show in my hometown to make up your mind. Don't speak to me until then. And I'm sorry." He said.

"It's okay, I'm sorry too." She said crying.

"Not just what I said a little earlier, I mean, I'm sorry that I can't be the one to help you see. You have to do it on your own." He said to her, as he walked out the door.

She just sank to the floor, and continued to cry.

Next Monday rolled around faster than she ever thought possible. Last week, after RAW and the falling out with Punk, she flew home to spend time with her son. She hadn't touched her twitter account in weeks, and noticed that Punk had barely been updating his. Funny, this all began from twitter. He wouldn't have even known her name otherwise. She went from another person with a name and picture, to having one of the most well known guys in the world, wanting to be with her. She thought a lot about everything that happened since those days. She realized, that she just made a huge mistake, giving him up.

Now, here she was in Las Vegas, the city that thrives off of taking a gamble.

And she was scared shitless.

Sitting in her personal dressing room, she took out her Blackberry, and decided to update her twitter.

xPersephainexSinClairex: So many things have happened, and so many things are different now. I miss the simpler days, before the fame.

Cursing the 140 characters rule, she continued.

xPersephainexSinClairex: Reflection of the past, gives us perspective on our respective futures. So far, I don't like what I see right now. Time to change it.

She finished cryptically.

Looking through her timeline, she noticed Punk had tweeted.

CMPunk: I'm to the point, that I don't care what happens anymore. What are they gonna do? Fire me?

She was flooded with responses, including from Sarah and Greg, who knew something was wrong.

Deciding not to respond to them right now, she closed out the application on her phone, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Tonight was the night that she and Punk had worked so hard for. Stephanie, so far was the only one who knew, what they were doing.

Show time.

"Persephaine, what's the deal with Punk? I mean, everything he said last week about leaving with the championship, even the stuff about you. What are the thoughts you have on this situation?" The King asked her as they sat ring side, watching the John Cena and R-Truth match up.

"The one thing about CM Punk that everyone should keep in mind, is that he means what he says. No matter how twisted it may be, he truly believes in what he says. I'm actually afraid for John, I've never seen Punk so set on something before. His determination can be dangerous." She answered him simply.

"What about what he said about you Persephaine?" Cole said with a chuckle.

"What about it Cole?" She bit back.

"Is it true? Are you willing to walk through the fires of hell for him? I'm confused, what in the world has been going on with you and Punk since the two have you met?" He pressed upon her.

"CM Punk is delusional. I could never give him what he wants. I won't pretend to either. He's angry because I'm the one person, he can't cover his tracks with. I'm the one person he can't seduce with lies, and over embellished truths. I see the person he truly is, and he can't stand me for it. But he can't walk away either. Truth is, I see Punk being something better than what he is now. Soon, if I have my way, everyone else will too. Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, I'm intentionally pushing him towards change?" She answered cryptically.

"Persephaine... is CM Punk right about you?" The King asked her in disbelief.

"No, not right now he's not. Maybe if I push him just hard enough though..." She drifted off with a laugh.

"You want him to win." Cole said, realization finally hitting him in the face.

The camera soon faced them.

"Now Cole, it's not nice to accuse people of things you can't prove." She smirked at him.

Soon, CM Punk came racing to the ring, costing John Cena his match against R-Truth. While John laid through a broken table, Punk grabbed a microphone and stopped in front of Persephaine. Giving her a hard stare as he lifted the microphone to his lips.

"Push me huh? That's not what you were saying two weeks ago, in your hotel room." He told her, never breaking eye contact.

Her eyes widened. That was not scripted.

"You son of a bitch. It wasn't even in the way you're taking it." She said back to him. Her eyes ablaze.

The crowd gasped and sent up several, "oooohhh's."

"Shut it. Reap the rewards of what you've sewn." He said back coldly.

With that, he turned and made his way back up the ramp. Now she was scared, and didn't know if she just signed her own death warrant. Yes, this is what they were planning, but not like this. She knew it would have to be drastic for him. But did she push him too far last week in her hotel room?

Soon he crossed his legs under him, and sat down on the ramp.

"John Cena, while you lay there hopefully as uncomfortable as you possibly can be, I want you to listen to me. I want you to digest this because before I leave in three weeks with your WWE Championship, I have a lot of things I want to get off my chest. I don't hate you, John. I don't even dislike you. I do like you; I like you a hell lot more than I like most people in the back. I hate this idea that you're the best...because you're not. I'm the best. I'm the best in the world. There's one thing that you're better at than I am, and that's kissing Vince McMahon's ass. You're as good at kissing Vince's ass as Hulk Hogan was. I don't know if you're as good as Dwayne though—he's a pretty good ass-kisser, always was and still is."

He turned to the camera next to him, giving a goofy smile and waving, he continued. "Whoops, I'm breaking the fourth wall!"

"I am the best wrestler in the world. I've been the best ever since day one when I walked into this company, and I've been vilified and hated since that day because Paul Heyman saw something in me that nobody else wanted to admit! That's right, I'm a Paul Heyman guy. You know who else was a Paul Heyman guy? Brock Lesnar, and he split just like I'm splitting, but the biggest difference between me and Brock is I'm going to leave with the WWE Championship. I've grabbed so many of Vincent K. McMahon's imaginary brass rings that it's finally dawned on me that they're just that—they're completely imaginary. The only thing that's real is me, and the fact that day in and day out, for almost six years, I've proved to everybody in the world that I'm the best on this microphone, in that ring, even at commentary! Nobody can touch me! And yet no matter how many times I prove it, I'm not on your lovely little collector cups, I'm not on the cover of the program, I'm barely promoted, I don't get to be in movies, I'm certainly not on any crappy show on the USA Network, I'm not on the poster of WrestleMania, I'm not on the signature that's produced at the start of the show! I'm not on Conan O'Brien, I'm not on Jimmy Fallon, but the fact of the matter is I should be; and trust me, this isn't sour grapes, but the fact that Dwayne is in the main event of WrestleMania next year and I'm not makes me sick!" At this, the fans were torn between cheering and agreeing, but he wasn't nearly done yet. No, he was finally getting this off of his chest, and it felt great.

Turning his attention to the fans who started to cheer for him, he went on. "Oh, hey, let me get something straight. Those of you who are cheering me right now, you are just the biggest part of me leaving as anything else, because you're the ones that are sipping out of those collector cups right now; you're the ones that buy those programs that my face isn't on the cover of, and then at 5:00 in the morning at the airport, you try and shove it in my face so you can get an autograph and try to sell it on eBay because you're too lazy to go get a real job! I'm leaving with the WWE Championship on July 17, and hell, who knows? Maybe I'll go defend it in New Japan Pro Wrestling. Maybe I'll go back to Ring of Honor. [Waves to camera] Hey, Colt Cabana, how you doing? The reason I'm leaving is you people because after I'm gone, you're still gonna pour money into this company. I'm just a spoke on the wheel, the wheel's gonna keep turning and I understand that. But Vince McMahon's gonna make money despite himself. He's a millionaire who should be a billionaire. You know why he's not a billionaire? It's 'cause he surrounds himself with glad-handing, nonsensical douchebag yes-men like John Laurinaitis who's gonna tell him everything that he wants to hear. And I'd like to think that maybe this company will be better after Vince McMahon's dead, but the fact is it's gonna get taken over by his idiotic daughter and his doofus son-in-law and the rest of his stupid family! Let me tell you a personal story about Vince McMahon. All right. We're doing this whole bullying campaign..." As soon as the microphone cut out, Punk got up from his spot and started yelling into the camera, which conveniently, cut it's microphone off as well.

Persephaine, quickly snapped into action.

"Jesus, cut the show NOW!" She said into the headset, as she got up and ran towards Punk.

When she made it to the top of the ramp. He stopped shouting long enough, to look at her eye to eye, turned around and walked to the back. She stood there in shock, as the camera focused on her stony facial expression.

Once she walked to the back, to say things were tense, was an understatement.

Suddenly, a camera guy walked up to Punk holding out his hand to shake it. Punk eyed the man for a moment, before returning the hand shake. The man soon pulled Punk into a hug. Within moments, everyone surrounded him, clapping, cheering, crying and thanking him for what he said.

Persephaine, who was standing off to the side, smiled to herself. She was right. She had nothing to regret, even if she lost her job for this, she would never regret it. She would convince Punk to do it all over again if she could.

Punk looked over at her, and smiled at her. Winking at her. She took off running, and jumped in his arms, hugging him closely. He smiled as he held her.

"Thank you beautiful. How did you know it would work?" He whispered in her ear.

"I've told you from the beginning, I have faith in you." She said smiling at him.

"Not enough though." He said seriously.

Her smile was instantly gone, and reality crashed down around her.

"Punk about that, I've-" She began before she was cut off.

"CM PUNK AND PERSEPHAINE SIN-CLAIRE!" Vince's voice boomed.

Groaning to herself, she untangled herself from Punk, and he set her down lightly.

"Yes sir?" She answered.

"Was this your idea?" He asked her, his face red.

"Vince, don't-" Punk started. She raised her hand signaling him to stop.

"Yes. It was." She told him confidently. Inside, she was scared she was about to lose her job. Outside, she would never show it.

Vince took her in for a moment, looking at the woman before him.

Stephanie and Paul, soon came running up on the scene.

"Dad, don't fire her! Please! Just look at the reactions!" She said trying to show her father her iPhone.

"I'm not firing her. I'm giving her a permanent job." He smiled at the younger woman.

It took a second for her to register, but her probation period was over! She was finally a full time writer!

Persephaine let out a scream. She finally had her dream job!

"We still expect you to finish school Miss Sin-Claire, is that understood?" He said to her sternly.

"Obviously! Yes sir! Thank you so much!" She said as Stephanie hugged her.

Turning his attention to Punk, he gave the young man a really hard stare. Studying him.

"You want change huh?" He asked Punk.

"I want a lot of changes, and I'm sick of the bullshit. I've worked my ass off for you, just like everyone else has, I just want us all to have a fair chance." Punk answered him honestly.

"Well, if you want to stay... tell me what you want, and it's done. Along with creative freedom on your part. I want to resign you, what do you want?" Vince asked him.

Punk looked over at Persephaine.

"I'll stay, so let's go make this happen." Punk said back.

She smiled at him.

"Persephaine, and Steph, make a new story line for Punk based off of tonight." Vince told the women.

"I'm already on it." Persephaine answered with a smirk.

"What are you talking about?" Vince asked.

"According to the official WWE website in t-minus one hour, Punk will be suspended. Welcome to the villain role again Vince." Persephaine answered him with a slap on his back, as she and Stephanie walked off laughing.

Vince looked at Punk.

"Does she always have an answer for everything?" Vince asked him, shocked. Paul laughed at his father-in-law.

"It would be dangerous to my health, if I answered that honestly." He said back with a chuckle.

"Welcome to the world of women, man." Paul said with a smirk, as the three walked off to talk contracts.
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