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Blood, Sweat and Tears	By : BadKat2005 Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1732 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~Chapter 2~

Punk walked the few steps to his own room and went inside. Sagging into the chair by the bed he sighed "Almost blew that one didn't ya genius!" He muttered to himself. Then he smacked himself in the forehead "No!" He said out loud, his voice filling the empty room. "No more women!" He continued his verbal tirade to himself. "I don't care how gorgeous and friendly they are. No more!" He exclaimed vehemently. Once bitten...but he'd been bitten far more than once. Every time he let himself begin to care about a woman they ended up in bed and things went to hell after that.

Punk sighed and reached for the remote. Turning the volume on low he flipped through the channels aimlessly, never staying on any one channel for more than a few minutes. This continued in almost comic fashion until he tired of the game two hours later and threw the remote onto the still made bed. He shook his head, he knew he wouldn't be sleeping again for close to twenty hours and wondered what the hell he would do with himself for the four hours he had to kill until time to head to the school. "Insomnia fucking sucks." He told the now blank TV. "I need more coffee...note to self, buy a coffee maker!" He said getting up and grabbing his bag. "Guess I should unpack." He grumbled.

That was something else he was tired of: talking to himself. Once again Alyssa Montgomery's pretty face filled his mind. "No dammit!" He muttered stuffing socks and underwear in the top drawer. T-shirts and shorts went in the next drawer and then he hung up his dress clothes. Lining the shoes up at the bottom of the so-called closet he grinned. At least he'd managed to kill half an hour. He sat the bag containing his ring gear in the corner and tossed his gym bag in the chair. Several more things went on the mental to do list: Food, rental car until Scott brought him his, coffee and the gym. "I really need to work out." He told himself. "Maybe I'll go for a run and then get more coffee." He murmured his mind made up.

He changed into a tank top and shorts before pulling on his tennis shoes. He walked towards the stairs and as he passed Alyssa's door he saw her light was on and he could hear country music wafting out the partially open window. "No Punk." He told himself once again. He bounded down the stairs and ran like the devil himself was after him.

An hour later, dripping in sweat and holding a fresh cup of coffee he walked up the stairs towards his room. As he gained the landing he stopped short, surprised to see Alyssa leaning against the railing looking up at the dark sky. The slight breeze blew her long red hair back from her face and he stood mesmerized just watching her. When she brought the coffee cup to her lips he smiled "Morning Alyssa." He murmured.

Alyssa startled and turned towards him "Damn Punk, you scared me half to death!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry...just refueling." He said holding up his cup.

"It's okay...you're up early." She observed turning and leaning back against the railing.

"Early...late..." He shrugged "I don't sleep much." He said taking a few steps towards her.

"Me either. I was just getting ready to head to the gym." She said nodding to the bag at her feet. "After that food and to work." She said smiling warmly at him.

"Where do you work out?" He asked casually.

"Premier Fitness. You?" She said sipping her coffee.

"Usually Gold's, but there isn't one real close to here. Where is Premier?"

"About ten minutes...you wanna come with? I got a guest pass." She offered.

He felt his resolve slipping. "Ummmm...yeah...sure. That would be great."

"Is Mickie picking you up for class?" She asked cocking her head.

"She was supposed to..."

"I'll call her, tell her not to bother. No since her driving over here when I'm going that way." Alyssa said sensibly and he couldn't argue with her. "Grab your bag and we'll jet." She said bending down and picking up her own.

He nodded as she pulled out her cell phone knowing Mickie would be on her way to the gym across town. "Hey chica." She said when she heard the other woman's voice.

"Lyss, what's up?" Mickie asked looking over at her boyfriend. Alyssa didn't normally call her at six in the morning.

"I just called to tell you and Joey not to worry about Punk. I'll take care of him." Alyssa said quietly.

Mickie laughed "I take it you night owls bumped into each other."

"Yep, we are goin to the gym and then food." Alyssa murmured as he walked up behind her.

"All right honey, take care of my boy for me." Mickie said.

"Will do babe." Alyssa returned. "Talk to ya later." She said before hanging up. Turning to Punk she grinned "All set?"

He nodded "Let's jet."

He followed Alyssa down the stairs and to the car. "Wow...nice car." He said admiring the black Mustang as she unlocked the doors.

"Grad present." She said popping the trunk. They stowed their bags in the trunk and climbed in the car. "My parents made it possible for me to move here and go to wrestling school." She explained reaching over to turn down the volume on the stereo that was normally blasting any random manner of music. She didn't go into the fact that it was a trust fund from her deceased parents that allowed her to pursue her dream.

“That’s cool.” He observed as she backed out and drove around the complex. She pointed out where a couple of the others lived and even waved at a particularly large black kid. “Beast.” She said by way of explanation.

Punk nodded wordlessly. He was quiet as she drove to the gym, and she chalked it up to them not knowing each other very well. In truth CM Punk was doing his level best not to get to close to anyone. While he didn't want to alienate anyone in the company just yet, he also didn't want to make new friends only to have to leave them behind again when he got called up. He'd always been warm and friendly on a superficial level, but very rarely did anyone get close to the truth of the man underneath the gimmick. Not even the handful of women he'd been with in the past had truly known Phillip Brooks.

After working out and going to Denny's for breakfast, Alyssa and Punk headed for the arena. She cut the engine and grinned over at him. "Here we are." She said gesturing to the metal building.

Punk surveyed the building, it didn't look like much but it was one of the most well known arenas in the indys. The Holy Grail of independent wrestling...for those who would make it, the WWE was the next step. "Thanks for the ride Alyssa." He murmured as they exited the car and went to the trunk to grab their gear.

"No problem Punk, anytime ya need a ride just holler." She said, she'd got the distinct impression that despite the comment about her looks Punk was in no way shape or form interested in her. She shrugged mentally, those were the breaks. Little did she know nothing could be farther from the truth.

Punk followed her inside, and found Al Snow as directed. After their conversation he made his way to the locker room and was greeted by a couple of guys he knew. Nigel McGuinness stood and shook his hand. "Nice to see ya man."

Punk smiled "Same here. How's the missus?" He asked sitting down on the bench to pull off his shoes.

"Fat and sassy." Nigel grinned.

"How much longer?" Punk asked referring to the impending birth of their first child.

"Six weeks...she's a bit nervous what with not knowing anyone here." Nigel said.

Punk nodded in understanding as he heard a voice bellowing for them all in the ring.

"Heymen...better hurry." Nigel said moving to the door.

Punk nodded and quickly changed as the locker room emptied. He was the last to appear and Paul Heymen looked over at him.

"Nice of you to grace us with your presence Punk."

"Sorry." He muttered moving to stand next to Nigel.

"Okay people, got a late night call from the office last night..." he paused for effect as all eyes turned to him, anticipation hung in the air. "They want even more T and A than they already got so we gotta get more ladies on TV and ready to go up if and when the call comes in."

Alyssa and Mickie both rolled their eyes.

"So, since we are starting a new feud here with Punk's arrival, the most logical step is to give both of you a valet." Paul said looking from Punk to Seth Skyfire before his eyes came to rest on the two women currently glowering at him. "Mick, Lyss you two are gonna be primetime."

Alyssa gasped in surprise "But Paul..." She sputtered unsure if she was ready.

"You'll be fine." Mickie murmured squeezing her hand.

"Now my idea is for Lyss to initially come out with Seth, get her feet wet. Punk won't debut for a couple of weeks so fans will see her with Seth for the next two weeks and then when Punk shows up she forgets all about Seth. She'll double cross Seth for Punk setting her up as a heel valet, which is where they want Punk right now. After a couple of weeks of this Mickie you come in and take her place with Seth. Expect intergender tag matches, ladies matches with the guys in their girl’s corners in addition to the norm." Paul's eyes traveled across the foursome "Any questions?"

No one voiced any before he continued with the rest of the preshow talk.

When they were dismissed Alyssa headed for the side door and slipped out it quietly. Mickie found her leaning against her car lost in thought. "You okay Lyss?" She asked gently.

Alyssa looked up at Alexis "Scared to death." She murmured.

Mickie smiled softly. "I remember that feeling. Honey you've worked your ass off here, you are ready and no deserves it more than you."

"That means a lot coming from you." Alyssa murmured.

Mickie's smile widened "I mean it. Besides you couldn't ask for a better partner. Punk is incredible, you will love working with him."

Alyssa forced a smile "Thanks Mickie."

"Come on, let's go inside and wait our turn. Maybe Punk and I can give ya some pointers. Watch the others and then you and I can get in the ring."

Alyssa smiled and nodded as Mickie wrapped her arm around her shoulder "The easy stuff comes first. All ya gotta do is prance around the ring and yell encouragement to Seth. Face Valets don't get involved in matches unless the heel does." She reminded the other woman.

Alyssa was a nervous wreck the rest of the day, by the time the taping started she'd drank three pots of Julie's coffee and was wired for sound. She stood behind the curtain, bouncing from foot to foot in anticipation. She felt a hand on her shoulder and stilled as his voice washed over her calming her inexplicably. "Deep breaths, and just keep breathing. When you get out there just ignore the camera's and concentrate on the match. You'll be fine." He murmured, standing just behind her his warm breath rushing over her ear.

She turned her head slightly and smiled weakly at him "Thanks Punk." She whispered her eyes meeting his.

He returned the smile "No problem Alyssa."

She wiped her sweaty palms on the denim skirt, edged in black lace along the hem. She took several deep breaths as Seth appeared next to them. "Ready Lyss?"

Alyssa looked over at Punk and he smiled encouragingly at her. She nodded to Seth. "Let's do it." She exhaled as his music hit and he took her hand and pulled her through the curtain.

The fans cheered and the adrenaline pumped through her veins as she lost herself in the role.

Mickie stopped next to Punk "That was very sweet of you." She murmured her eyes trained on the monitor as Alyssa worked the crowd, pumping them up to cheer for Seth.

He shrugged "Do it for anyone."

Mickie rolled her eyes "Maybe...but you don't." She said quietly. "Be careful with her Punk...she's just a kid."

He rolled his eyes back "I was just being nice Mick...after the disasters that have masqueraded as my love life, I'm not anxious to make the same mistake again."

"I'm going to invite Lyss out to celebrate...you wanna come?" She asked.

"Sure, who else is going?"

"A bunch of us. Brent and Stephanie Albright, Jeter and his girl. Beth, Joey, Seth and Ronnie. Nigel and Nicki..." She ticked off names.

"Does this mean I'm the designated driver?" He asked.

"Not just you. Nicki and Brent don't drink...neither does Lyss." She informed him.

"Not old enough?" He asked.

"No, she is. She just doesn't." Mickie responded as the crowd cheered Seth's victory.

He turned to see Seth pull Alyssa into his arms and kiss her. The surge of jealously was quickly stamped down. He made a mental note not to watch that anymore.

After the show Mickie and Joey joined Alyssa and Punk in her car to ride to the club together. Alyssa was jazzed, the night had gone well and the crowd had accepted her without question.

It was well past one am as they sat around a large table, laughing and joking and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Several of the couples were dancing leaving Nicki, Nigel, Punk and Alyssa at the table. Nigel and Punk reveling in old war stories as Alyssa and Nicki talked quietly.

“Why don’t you ask Lyss to dance man? This is her night and she hasn’t left the table.” Nigel said cocking his head.

“Didn’t think about it.” He murmured finishing off his coke.

“She’s a sweet kid, she won’t bite.” Nigel winked.

Punk sighed. He knew that now Nigel had gotten the idea in his head he wouldn’t let it go. And if he refused he’d bear the brunt of endless ribbing. Turning he looked over at Alyssa. She was talking to Nicki but he could see her fingers drumming the table in time with the music.

He covered her hand with his. “Want to dance?” He asked inclining his head to the dance floor.

“Sure.” She grinned.

She followed him to the floor and just as they made it to the rest of the group the music changed and a slow song came on. He groaned to himself. How in the hell did he always manage to get himself in these predicaments? Holding his arms open, he waited for her to step into his embrace.

Alyssa licked her lips, “Damn.” She thought to herself. She wasn’t prepared for this. Moving into the circle of his arms she took a deep breath. Mimicking the stance of the other couples on the floor she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood a few inches away from him. She did her best not to meet his gaze as they swayed to the music.

Punk was surprised to say the least when, even though she seemed relaxed, she kept a respectable distance between their bodies. He might just make it through the night with his resolve intact after all.

He did manage it that night, and for several nights after that.
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