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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.

Chapter List
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Chapter 3

Alyssa lay sprawled on her bed, watching the Ring of Honor DVD’s Mickie had loaned her so she could get used to Punk’s style before she became his valet. It was nearing two am when she heard a soft knock on her door. Hitting the pause button she got up and went to answer it.

To her surprise she found a sheepish Punk on the other side of the door. “Hey you…” She said in greeting. He’d avoided her like Typhoid Mary since the night at the club and she was sure she’d done or said something to offend him.

“Hey Lyss, sorry to disturb you…I just…saw your light on…thought maybe you’d want to go get some coffee. I still haven’t made it to a store.” He murmured.

“Need coffee huh?” She grinned.

He nodded, it had been an excuse but a plausible one. Truth was with Mickie and Joey on the road and Nigel attending to his very pregnant wife he felt restless and lonely. She was the only other person who had seemed genuinely interested in spending time with him. Maybe she was just being nice…but at that point he’d take whatever he could get. Three nights of nothing but his own thoughts for company was more than enough.

She pulled the door the rest of the way open. “I just made a pot. Come on in.”

He took a couple of steps inside and shut the door as she headed for the small kitchenette that was common to all the rooms. She poured him a cup and added a couple of teaspoons of sugar. Turning she saw him looking at the TV screen. She walked over and handed it to him. “You are incredible.” She murmured.

His eyes darted to hers. “In the ring.” She said jerking her head towards the TV.

“Thanks.” He blushed.

She giggled. The thought of the cocky CM Punk blushing at a compliment, or anything struck her as funny.

“What?” He asked bringing the cup to his lips. “Perfect.” He sighed.

“Nothing…you wanna watch? I thought it was a good idea to get a look at your style before we start working together. Mickie loaned me a bunch of ROH.” She said sitting down on the bed and pushing the other DVD’s aside.

“Sounds good.” He answered taking the spot she indicated next to her. Eventually he relaxed and began regaling her with stories behind the matches. Stretched out next to her on the bed, they discussed match psychology, what they wanted from their characters over the next few weeks, and everything related to wrestling. Punk was impressed with her knowledge, wit, creativity and genuine love for the business. She had very definite ideas and didn't yes sir him to death. That won her more points than anything else could have.

As the sun was peeking over the horizon they both drifted off to sleep, the DVD still playing in the background.

Alyssa was the first to awaken the next afternoon. The first thing she was aware of was the bright sunlight streaming in the window, the second the fact that she was securely wrapped in CM Punk’s arms. “Now how the hell did this happen?” She asked herself as she tried to extricate herself from his arms without waking him up. Gingerly she edged out from under his arm towards the edge of the bed. He groaned in protest and pulled her back against him, his head finding the crook of her neck and resting there as she debated the consequences of waking him up. She turned her head and looked at the clock amazed to find it was two in the afternoon. “Wow…” She muttered to herself. She couldn’t remember she’d the last time she’d slept a full eight hours at one time.

Sliding her hand in between them she shook his shoulder “Punk…Punk…” She said quietly.

“Hmmmm….” He murmured snuggling into her more fully.

She was on the verge of panic, wondering what the hell was going on when he refused to let go of her. “Time to get up sleepy head.” She tried teasing.

“Don’t wanna.” He murmured sleepily.

“Punk! Damn it! Let me go!” She growled pushing him forcefully away from her body.

He opened his eyes and looked over at her. Shaking his head in an effort to clear the fog. “What the fuck…” He muttered looking at her then down at himself. They were both still fully dressed.

“We fell asleep.” She said sitting up on the edge of the bed and turning off the TV and DVD player.

Scrubbing his hand across his face he groaned “What time is it?” He asked.

“Two…in the afternoon.” She said stretching.

That caught his attention “Excuse me?” He whispered in disbelief.

“Yep, two.” She said standing up and looking at him.

Like her he couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept that long, or that well. He looked up at her “Damn Lyss…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

Alyssa shrugged “No biggie Punk, obviously we were both tired.”

"Obviously." He murmured setting up on the side of the bed.

"I think I'm gonna go for a run." She said running her hand through her hair.

Punk nodded "Mind if I join ya?" He asked. The only other person, male or female he'd ever felt this comfortable with was Scott Colton, his best friend.

"Not at all." She smiled.

"After that I'll treat ya to lunch." He suggested.

"Sounds good."

And so the pattern was set. Punk and Alyssa spent virtually every waking hour together. After class they would hit the gym, eat and head for one of their rooms to watch wrestling tapes and talk. Punk eventually let his guard down; she never flirted with him or made any indication that she was interested in anything other than working with him in the ring. At first they talked mostly about wrestling but eventually their conversations took on a personal tone. Culminating in the night Alyssa ended up in his arms, tears streaming down her face as he held her close and whispered words of comfort.

The night had started out like any other, a pot of coffee and a stack of old IWA tapes on the floor. Alyssa and Punk had been discussing his straight edge gimmick and how it was an over the top extension of his own personal philosophy. Alyssa curiously asked questions about the topic and he was surprised that she'd never heard of it before. "But you don't drink...and I've never heard you mention drugs or anything..." He had trailed off, glancing over at her.

Alyssa bit her lip and looked away. "Drinking has always been a sore subject with me..." She'd whispered.

The tremor in her voice had him thinking there was more to her attitude than simple disinterest. "Lyss...you okay?" He asked gently.

She nodded but still wouldn't look at him. He scooted across the bed and reached for her shoulder. When she turned to look at him the tears shimmering on her eyelashes told him he had been correct. "A drunk driver...killed my parents when I was six." She whispered her voice breaking. He pulled her into his arms and held her close as she blurted out her story, through the tears and the sobs.

Punk murmured softly holding her close. He could feel her pain and it cut into him like a knife. Waiting until her tears began to subside he pulled back to look into her face. "You're parents would be extremely proud of the way you turned out despite loosing them at such a young age." He said gently.

Alyssa sniffed "I like to think so...thanks Punk. I don't care what anyone else says you are very sweet."

"I see my reputation precedes me." He teased hoping to make her smile.

It worked as a small smile graced her lips. "Yeah...it does. You noticed huh?" She said referring to the icy reception the other guys had promised for the cocky, arrogant CM Punk when they had heard about him getting signed.

"Yeah I did, but ya know what I'm here to do a job not make friends so it's no big deal." He said pretending that it didn't bother him.

Alyssa cocked her head, she wasn't exactly sure how to take that comment and she didn't want to sound whiney. She had thought they were becoming friends, maybe she had been wrong.

Punk noticed the look she gave him and realized how what he had said sounded. "All I mean is, if the others don't want to see me for me then I don't need them. You are the only one that has even attempted to get to know me. The others talk to me because they feel obligated. You talk to me and spend time with me because you want to and I appreciate that." He said seriously.

"I do want to...I like you Punk, you're a nice guy. They are mostly jealous anyway." She murmured. "No one has ever seen anything like you before and it scares them." As she looked up into his green eyes she had to admit, at least to herself, that it scared her too. She had never met anyone like him before and was sure she never would again.

"I'll take that as a compliment. I like being different... it sets me apart from everyone else. Sometimes I don't even know where some of the moves I do come from. I just do them and they work out great."

Alyssa grinned, "That they do. I can't wait to start working with you."

"Me either...I think we'll make a great team. Especially if we get along in the ring as well as we do out of it. You nervous at all?" He asked reaching out to tug on a strand of her hair. "I know you were pretty surprised when Paul told you that you'd be on television."

"A little...not as much as I was that first night. I truly believe I was born to do this." She said truthfully.

"I've been watching you in class and you are right you were born to do this. You and Mick are going to put on a great show." He said softly

Alyssa blushed, "You don't know how much it means for me to hear that from you."

"I only speak the truth Lyssa...You have a natural talent."

Alyssa blushed again "Thank you." She murmured finally tearing her gaze from his. Suddenly the feel of his arm still around her waist had her heart pounding in her chest. "You want some more coffee?" She asked jumping off the bed.

"Is the Pope Catholic?" He asked grinning.

Alyssa moved to the counter and poured them each a cup of coffee. She mentally berated herself for being so attracted to a man who obviously had no interest in her outside of friendship. She was young, but she'd had her share of men interested in her but that interest had never been returned. Now she was on the other side of that fence.

Alyssa walked back over when she was done and handed him his coffee with a small smile. "Just the way you like it." She murmured as he took a sip.

Punk sighed "It is." He leaned back on the bed as she took her spot next to him. He grinned over at her as she started the tape.
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