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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.

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Additional Disclaimer: I do NOT know John Cena or Kofi Kingston, whom I have used in this chapter.

Authors Note: If you want to receive a thank you for your review, please be kind and leave one! And before I post a new chapter, I will shout you out! The show experience I am writing about for my OC Persephine, a few of the things happened to me. Including the smile and wink (you'll have to read the chapter to understand what I'm talking about,) but not everything. Some things have been altered and changed to fit the story, but the outfit, people's reaction to the said outfit, the Barbizon mention (because I did go there and graduate), the smile and wink, and the constant looking in the direction of Persephine did happen. Everything else, obviously made up lol. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2: Surprises

The next weeks flew by, as Persephaine continued her daily two to three mile walks, and she shopped around until she found the perfect outfit. As the weekend drew near, she absolutely stoked, and couldn't hide her excitement from anyone. Even Sarah and Greg were happy for her. Alyssa and Chellie started having problems with each other to the point that Chellie moved out. So Persephaine needed the release from the problems at home. She was starting to look around for places for just herself and her son, but hated the fact that she was going to be living alone. She loved having her girls live with her, it made the nights without her son pass by with out her missing him too terribly much and being stuck feeling lonely.

In the meantime, she was on twitter, sharing her excitement with her over three hundred followers. When suddenly, CM Punk himself, tweeted about being in her state. She smiled, and began to think about how amazing it was that she was finally going to her first live WWE event ever. She couldn't imagine a better way to spend a night out. Hot sweaty guys, beating the hell out of each other in a ring. Yup, that's enough to get any female fan out of her house and down to an arena. But she wasn't a fan strictly for that reason, she actually loved to watch the matches, the promos, and everything in between that went into it. She saw that Sarah was already responding to Punk, like always, only this time telling him that Persephine would be there. She laughed and shook her head. Like CM Punk himself would even notice her in a crowd of a few thousand anyway. As if! But still, it's always nice for a girl to dream.

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Finally the night of the show was upon her and she was nervous. She showered, changed into her outfit which consisted of a black glittery thick strapped top which had silver strap holders with rhinestones in it. A pair of dark blue dressy jeans and her black stelletoes. With a nice gray and black plaid short dress coat to top it off. Once she finished her make up, which was her basic foundation with eye liner, mascara, and blush, she topped it off with a light coat of lip gloss and she was out the door. When she arrived, people were stopping and staring at her as she walked by, even clearing a way for her as she was in line to get in. One couple stopped and asked her if she worked with the WWE, to which she laughed and let them know she was only a fan. They smiled kindly at her and told her she looked great. One perk to losing weight after losing a guy, you suddenly have the urge to look great every where you go. It's one of those, "look at what your missing now bitch," moments she supposed.

She handed her ticket to the sweet older black woman at the front of the line, and walked inside.

As she walked in, she noticed some WWE event employees who were standing by a matel toys display with a mini ring inside and some toy wrestlers. Fascinated, Persephine stepped forward and looked at the display. Smiling, she asked the event employee some questions about the toys and asked the proper ages for children who wanted to play with the toys. In that moment, she had the perfect gift idea for her son, who enjoyed watching WWE almost as much as she did. She soon had the feeling of being watched and began to look around, as she looked to her left, she noticed a WWE event photographer staring at her with his camera posed for a picture. He quickly lowered his camera and stuck his hand out to her.

"Sorry about that, the name is Lance. Would you mind if I took a few photos with you at the display, and checking it out? We might be able to use it online, or in print for advertising purposes." He said with a dashing smile. Lance was handsome. Standing almost six feet tall, with sandy blonde hair, and a smile that could light up the room. Suddenly Persephine felt envious of the diva's who may have worked with him. How could she say no?

"Sure, anything to help out the people who work for the company I have loved since I was a child." She laughed. She turned back to lady, and started talking with her again. Then she pretended to peer into the glass casing again so Lance could get a few more photos, afterwards she turned to Lance and let her snap a couple more pictures with her standing beside the case.

"Thanks, I think I've got more than enough now! You're a natural infront of a camera, you know." He said smiling at her.

"Ahh, see that's because back when I was a teenager, I trained and graduated from one of the highest ranking modeling schools in the country. Barbizon." She smiled back.

"You're a Barbizon girl? My sister, Rebecca, went there. She loved it. Been modeling ever since too."

"I learned very quickly, while modeling can open doors for you, I didn't like it. It's too cut throat. Props to your sister because she's better than me, I would kick a bitch's ass if she tried messing with me while I'm working."

"Rebecca already has! She's build a very professional and sturdy reputation in the modeling industry." He laughed.

Lance was definitely an alright kind of guy. She could actually see herself hanging out with someone like him on a daily basis. Plus it didn't hurt that he looked like the athletic boy next door.

"Well, thanks for taking some pics of me. That was flattering. I'll see you around." She said.

"Definitely. And you're welcome. You're very beautiful. By the way, I didn't catch your name."

"Persephine Sin-Claire. I know, very unusual name!" She laughed as she walked away.

Lance stared after as she walked off with a huge grin on his face. He suddenly noticed Tiffany, the girl whom Persephine was talking to about the toys was staring at him with a smirk of her own.

"What?" He asked.

"Lance, really? A fan. She's pretty, but even she's out of your league." Tiffany laughed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said looking away from her to where Persephine walked off to.

"Sure, and I'm The Virgin Mary." She said giggling at him.

Once inside on the main arena floor, Persephine found her seat, when all of a sudden, she heard her name being shouted. She quickly looked in the area she heard it shouted from and saw two of her guy friends Charlie and Alex approaching her. She jumped up from her front row seat and ran over to them, hugging them both.

"I didn't know you guys were going to be here! What the hell? Can't let a bitch know anything?" She said laughing.

"Say girl, you looking fine tonight!" Charlie said in his country ghetto accent that only he could pull off.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't start Charlie, never gonna happen!" She laughed.

"Yeah I know, I'm not Darren!" He teased.

She smacked him playfully on his shoulder and laughed.

"Dude, that was then, this is now!"

"So Seph, who are you here with?" Alex asked her.

"Nobody, I came by myself. If I would have known that y'all were coming, I could have made arrangements to come with you!" She playfully scolded them.

Soon the lights flickered, signally that the show would be starting within a couple minutes.

"Alright guys, I'm gonna head back to my seat! Ihop after the show?" She asked.

"Definitely! See you there!" Alex answered as him and Charlie walked off.

She made it back to her seat, just in time for announcer Justin to stand in the ring and start off the show. Excitement was filling up her entire body and she smiled like a kid on christmas morning. Soon the national anthem was over, and the show was starting. Persephine took plenty of pictures on her blackberry, and cheered and booed her heart out. She loved being able to mark out! This was the best part of being a fan!

Finally, the moment arrived. As CM Punk's music hit, her excitement amplified within her by a thousand. She couldn't believe she was actually going to see the man behind the tweets, live and in person. Soon he walked out from behind the curtain with Mason Ryan by his side, and dressed in his New Nexus gear. And she cheered from a sea full of boos. She felt she was the only person in the whole arena who was cheering, but she promised Sarah and Greg she would, so she kept cheering. Mentally kicking herself in the ass for not bring a clever sign for Nexus, she cheered louder than ever to make up for it. Making sure to stand up in her seat while she was cheering, she could see him perfectly from up there. She stopped cheering long enough to just soak in the moment. In that moment, himself and Mason turned to the right side of the ring, the opposite side from where she was located, and in a split second everything seemed to slow down. Everyone around her seemed to be booing and shit talking in slow motion as he turned from where he was at, across the ring and between the ropes, and looked over at her. The second their eyes locked, hazel meeting blue for the first time, something seemed to spark. You read about it in cheesy romance novels or see it in horrible smutty movies all the time. Never expecting it to actually happen to you, because in your mind, those things don't exist. But for some reason when his eyes met hers, it was like an instant, invisible connection was made. He smirked at her and winked, before turning back and proceeding to walking around the ring. Egging people on with their boos and shit talking. She smiled, and flipped on the camcorder on her phone. She would be damned if she couldn't relive this night over and over again if she could help it! Finally he made it to her side of the ring, and looked at her again. Smirk plastered on his face and locking eyes with her again. Persephine had never in her life before this moment, been able to hold eye contact with anyone. But now, she found she couldn't tear her eyes away from some reason, and while it scared her, it also excited her. His smile was different, it wasn't the usual evil smirk he gave to the fans, there was something completely different about it, that she couldn't pin point.

His hand brushed hers as he was turning to pass by her, not a word spoken between them. The second he did, a spark zapped them both. Fucking static electricity. She yelped as she drew her hand to her chest as he did the same thing. Both looking at each other once more, feeling that weird connection again. Mason turned to see what was going on when Punk then turned, and hoped into the ring.

CM Punk ran through his promo, and sent Mason in the back, trying to prove the point that he could win his triple threat match between John Cena and The Miz all on his own. As he started to take off his shirt, John Cena's music hit and Persephine couldn't help but cheer for him as well. She always thought John was a great loyal wrestler, plus he was hot. After a about 15 seconds of cheering, she turned her attention back to the man in the ring. He was looking right at her again. This time, teasing the fans beside her as they went from just booing him, to begging for his Nexus shirt.

'They have got to be kidding me!You're gonna boo the guy and expect him to give you his shirt?' She mentally laughed out loud at the thought.

"Oh so now you want my shirt? You ready? Get ready for it!" He said taunted them with malice.

Persephine instantly knew, these fans were about to be let down, and not in a good way.

He looked over at her and threw her his shirt a second later. She amazingly caught it, and he winked at her again. The fans beside her threw her dirty looks as two of the girls that were with them called her a, "ring rat." Persephine laughed.

"No you dirty skanks, I've been a fan of his for a long ass time. He actually deserves to be at bigger level than he's at. It's not my fault he likes class in his fans and not trash! Unlike you whores, I'm not here trying to pick up a wrestler and get pregnant! Sorry bitches!" She laughed again as the girls huffed and mumbled things about her to each other.

She didn't realize until she turned back around that CM Punk had been watching the altercation the whole time. He looked at her with shock and started laughing. Apparently, she was a little spitfire. That was a nice development indeed.

She blushed, and quickly averted her eyes away from his. He looked away, and continued to walk around the ring, taunting fans and warming up. After The Miz made his way to the ring, Punk walked over back to the side of the ring she was at. He climbed on the turn buckle and sat at the top, surveying the crowd. He seemed at peace. He closed his eyes taking in the moment, before opening them back up and settling them on her again.

She looked at him and pointed to the ring. He looked at what she was pointing at, and smirked.

"Watch this!" He mouthed.

As the bell rang signaling the start of the match, he landed a kick to the back of John Cena's head. She gasped, and was hooked into the match from there.

About ten minutes into the match, Punk, Miz and Cena were all laid out on the mat panting heavily and weren't moving too much as the ref started his ten count. Persephine was screaming for Punk to get up and pin one of them. If she could say anything about Punk, he kept her engrossed in a match when others would have bored her to death. He looked over at her from the mat. He looked tired and rightfully so, he had be going hard the entire match until now. Finally, Miz resurface and pinned Cena for the win. She didn't hide her disappointment as she started booing Miz very loudly. Punk rolled out of the ring as Miz picked up the mic and started talking his bull to the crowd. As he made his way up the ramp, he looked back at her one last time and smirked.

She winked at him and smiled.

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Finally it was the end of the show and she made her way outside. A lot of the fans were crowded around in the back and waving the stars off, snapping pictures and so forth. The police who were monitoring the event were having trouble keeping the fans at bay and out of the way of the superstars and divas who were driving away.

Suddenly, a four door sedan was trying to make it's way out, another superstar obviously, when some really stupid fan decided that sending her small child out infront of the car would get the superstar to stop. Only this person didn't see the child because they were trying to answer a phone call on their cell. With no seconds to spare, Persephine kicked off her heels, ran across the driveway and dove infront of the car. She managed to get herself and the child out of harms way just in time as she fell on top of the little boy on the ground. The car screeched to a stop as police rushed over to her and the child. Including a couple of superstars who saw the incident happen. The mother of the child screamed, and picked up her little boy.

CM Punk hopped out of his car, looking frantic.

"What the fuck? Are you crazy lady? You could have just gotten seriously hurt!" He said to her.

"Are you fucking serious? I just saved you from killing a child! Speaking of which, officers you need to have a talk with this woman over here, because she sent her little boy out infront of that car to try to stop it! She could have gotten that baby killed!" Persephine said through gritted teeth as Kofi Kingston, and John Cena helped her up. She was covered in cold mud, but she was so angry she couldn't feel it. All she felt was rage. Rage at the mother, and now rage at Punk who accused her of being crazy.

"She's telling the truth officer, we watched that lady do it!" A fan nearby yelled out.

Punk who stood there listening, walked over to her.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to fans doing crazy and stupid shit to get attention all the time. I shouldn't have said that. Thank you." He said with sincerity showing in his eyes. She instantly calmed down when he looked her in the eyes again. Kofi and John looked between them and backed off.

"Thanks guys. I appreciate the help up. Sorry I'm meeting you looking all muddy now." She said as she shook her head. Her outfit was ruined. Awesome.

"Hell no girl! You still look hot! I'd do ya!" Kofi said with a laugh.

John and Persephine laughed. They asked her if she was ok or if she needed medical attention, but she brushed them off. Telling them that she was fine. John told her to stay where she was, while Kofi went off with him. Perplexed, she turned back to Punk.

"It's fine Punk. Don't worry about it. Truth is, I can understand why you would think that at first." She said looking at him.

"Phil, I think you've more than earned the right to call me by my name after saving two lives tonight. I can't thank you enough. Are you positive you aren't hurt?" He asked concerned.

"I'm fine. Thank you anyway. Well now that I've made a spectacle of myself, I think I'll be going now." She laughed. She looked over and saw the officers talking to the lady who was denying the accusations, and her rage flared to life all over again. Phil must have noticed this because he looked at her, and out of the blue he stepped infront of her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders hugging her to him. Something that shocked the hell out of her, because it was common knowledge that Punk was never this nice to his fans. Autographs and pics, sometimes. Hugs, not so much. She trembled for a few seconds longer before wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him back. She smelled his cologne as she buried her face in his chest.

"It's fine, calm down. I know, I think that lady should have the shit knocked out of her too, but the cops will handle her." He whispered in her ear.

"Thank you." She whispered back.

He held for another minute before letting her go when John and Kofi came back with Lance in tow. He also was caring a bunch of merchandise with him.

"You're beautiful and a hero too? What the hell girl! You can do it all!" Lance joked with her.

"I did what any mother would have done." She answered honestly.

"You're a mom?" Cena asked looking shocked.

"Yep, have been since 2008. I love my son more than life itself. I love kids. And not in a scary Micheal Jackson kind of way either!" They all laughed in unison with her.

"Well, here's a bunch of my merchandise, and Kofi threw in a couple of things too.

We'll autograph them for you too before you leave." John smiled at her.

"Thanks guys, but it's unnecessary. Seriously, it's ok."

Lance snapped away on his camera at the three of them as Phil stood there with a smirk on his face. He could strangely tell that she was embarrassed by all of the attention.

Finally he snapped a pic of all three of them together, her, John and Kofi.

As John and Kofi wished her a safe and good night, Punk walked back over to her. Little did they know that Lance was still there, with his trusty camera still on hand.

"Well tonight has certainly been exciting." She blushed.

"You're not kidding about that!" He exclaimed.

"Well I should probably go. Nine times out of ten, my heels are probably gone by now!" She was gonna be pissed again if they were.

"Holy shit! I didn't even notice that you were barefoot! Your feet are probably cold." He laughed

"They are, but I'm a New England chick. So of course, it's not anything I'm not used to." She smiled.

"How did you get here to Louisiana?" He asked puzzled.

"Ahh, well that's a long story better saved for another day." She evaded.

"Well, I guess I better do the whole gentleman thing." He smirked at her. She looked at him quizzically not understanding what he was meaning by that.

He suddenly picked her up and she yelped, he took her completely off guard.

"What the hell are you doing Phil?" She asked as fans started pointing at them and snapping pictures.

"Something I have wanted to always do but never had a reason to until now. Making girls cry has been a perfected art. Carrying them like a knight in shinning armor, something that I've never really done until now. Count yourself lucky. I would" He smirked at her and told her smugly. She rolled her eyes.

Someone yelled out that they had her shoes, and he yelled for them to give them to him. After he grabbed her heels, he asked her where her car was. She told him, and once they got there, he set her down on her hood and handed her shoes back to her.

"Thank you. Even though it wasn't necessary." She laughed.

"You're welcome. I'll see you later." He said as she hopped off her hood. He hugged her again, and turned to leave.

It was only when she opened her car door, that she heard him yell out to her.

"It was nice to meet you Persephine!" He laughed at her dropped jaw.

"Don't look so shocked, I always see what you people tweet to me on twitter!" He said as continued back to his car.

She smiled a minute later and was about to climb in her car when Lance ran up to her.

"Hey, here's my number. Text me when you get a chance, and send me your email address so I can send you something!" He said as he handed her a piece of paper and ran off.

She climbed into her car, and drove away.

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Sorry this was sooo long! But you know what to do! Read, Rate and Review! Next chapter is coming very very soon!
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