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Invincible	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. I do NOT know CM Punk or anyone else in the WWE. All OC's and original story lines belong to me. This is purely free entertainment for mature viewers only.

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Author's Notes: I hope you ladies liked that last chapter, because it's gonna be a little while before that happens again. Maybe... maybe not. We'll see. Now to all the lovely readers out there, gear up, because the drama starts now.

I'm soooo very sorry I made you guys wait so long too, between college and major writers block, I felt so screwed. This promo that I use/alter between Triple H and CM Punk, is right after he comes back and is from Raw on August 1st, 2011.

This chapter was inspired by Linkin Park's, "New Divide," :)

P.S. If there is a bunch of typo's and mistakes, I apologize ahead of time. I plan on editing this chapter tomorrow, but I feel really bad about making you guys wait any longer for the chapter, so here it is.

Now on with the show!

Chapter 3: The Divide Begins...

Persephaine awoke a few hours later, and feeling completely famished. Phil, was no where to be seen. Sitting up, and pulling the sheets up to cover her chest, she reached over for her tank top and undies. After she pulled on some clothes, she walked over to her handbag and noticed that her phone was laying on the table beside her bag, and not in the bag where she left it. Perplexed by this, she unlocked the screen lock, and noticed that her text messages were left open.

"Now that's interesting." She said reading the text from the unknown number, and suddenly getting that bad sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Clicking out of her texts, she sat back down on the bed, in a catatonic state.

Stephanie wasn't lying, this was really happening. But she wasn't certain Laurinitis was acting alone, he just didn't seem capable to pull this off all by himself, he had to have someone else helping him. She was almost positive of this, but the million dollar question was who? Quickly forwarding the text to Stephanie, she put her phone back in her bag and decided to take a quick shower. How was she going to explain this off to Punk without setting off any red flags? She desperately wanted to tell him the truth of what she knew, but she promised Stephanie that she wouldn't. Sighing, she stepped inside the steaming hot water, and cried. Things were starting to fall apart, and she didn't know how she could stop it. Like the old saying goes, "sometimes a good cry alone in the shower, is exactly what you need."

After collecting her emotions back together and washing up, she stepped out of the shower, dried off, and changed into her pj's. She'd just order room service tonight.

Once she exited the bathroom, she came face to face with Phil, who was sitting on the bed waiting for her.

"Okay Seph, what's going on?" He asked her, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"So you did read the text." She sighed, as she made her way over to the bed and sat down next to him.

"Yeah, and I'm not impressed."

"Neither am I. I want you to know something, but I can't tell you everything. I just need to know, can you trust me? Even if it looks really bad, and like I'm losing control. Can you still trust me?" She asked him, looking him square in the eyes.

"That depends. I don't want secrets between us. Neither one of us are going tolerate secrets and lies." He told her honestly.

She broke eye contact, and looked away from him.

"I can't tell you everything Phil. I gave my word, the only thing I feel comfortable telling you is that things are changing, and not for the better." She whispered.

"What does it have to do with that text message?" He asked her.

"Everything." She said back.

"Persephaine, you have to tell me more than that. Don't I deserve the truth?" He asked her, clearly not understanding her or what she was trying to say. He was starting to feel a little hurt that she was keeping something from him.

"Yes you do, in fact that was my main arguing point today on why I needed to tell you this. But I can't, you are trusted, just not to not fly off the handle and start whooping everyone's asses quite yet. Though I have no idea how long that will last to be honest. I'm positive Stephanie hasn't thought about that yet." She told him.

"So Stephanie is behind you not telling me what's going on then." He sighed angrily.

"Punk, this is the part where I need you to trust me. Please baby, trust me." She said with a shaky voice.

"Answer me this question first. Do you know who sent you that text?" He asked her, pointing towards her phone.

"No I actually don't and I don't think the person I suspect is behind things that are about to happen, is acting alone. So no, I really don't know who sent me that."

He thought for a moment, before looking back at her.

"You think Laurinitis has something with this don't you?" He asked her. Damn he was good, too fucking good.

"I can't tell you that. I just need to know that when this starts getting rough, that you're still gonna trust me, my judgments, and trust me as the woman you love as well as me the professional." She spoke out honestly.

"How bad is it about to get. No bullshit, just give it to me straight." He told her.

"Bad. Really, really bad. Worse case is, we'll both be unemployed and black listed." She said walking over to the balcony doors, opening them, and stepping outside into the summer night air.

"Why you though? That's what I don't get. I could understand someone wanting revenge for what I let out of the bag on television. But you? I don't get that." He said as he joined her outside.

"I think I might. It's because I helped you. I convinced you to try this, I convinced you to show the whole world what was really going on, and you stayed because of everything when you already had one foot out the door." She answered him, while looking across the city.

"I trust you Persephaine, I won't question you. Just know, that if it gets really ugly and this person or persons decide to take it to a physical level with you, I will get involved. I'll be damned if I watch someone hurt you. I'll kill them first." He said with an air of conviction in his voice. Phil loved her, and would be damned if anyone would hurt her.

She looked over at him, and grabbed his face in her hands, kissing him.

"I know. I love you, just know I won't do anything that would jeopardize you, or us. You're it for me, I would give all of this up right now if that's what it took to keep you in my life forever. I would never, and I mean never hurt you. Ever. So trust me, you're not gonna like what's about to happen. But just know that Stephanie and I are doing what we must to make sure this is over quickly." She whispered against his lips. Their foreheads were touching, as he held her close to his body and she still held his face in the palms of her hands.

The next morning, they were off to their next show. Walking through the arena, she never felt so conflicted in her life. It was an hour until show time, and she needed her road buddies. She missed hanging with Lance, Kofi and John Cena. As if God were listening to her, she spotted Lance coming her way. Smiling, she ran for him and jumped in his arms, hugging him.

"Hey pretty lady! You better be careful jumping on me like that! What would your old man say?" Lance teased her.

"He'd just warn you to keep your hands off my, excuse me, his booty, or else." She laughed as she gave him a cheeky little wink.

Lance and Persephaine constantly teased each other. It was just how they were with each other, and Punk even laughed at them more often than not.

"Can't help it! Look at that thing! It should be illegal!" He teased back with a chuckle.

"That's what I'm saying!" A voice called out from behind Persephaine.

"Kofi!" She smiled as she hugged him as well.

"So what am I? Chop liver?" Came the sad, puppy dog voice of John Cena.

"Ahh I love family reunions!" Persephaine laughed as she hugged John as well.

"God it's been forever since we all seen each other together." Lance commented.

"You're not kidding, they're working me like a slave over in creative and now I guess I'm working on the road longer than expected." She told the guys.

"Speaking of creative, what the hell is up with the new scripts lately?" Kofi asked.

"I wish I could tell you, but I can't. Needless to say, the official company policy is, we're going in a different direction!" She rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Uh oh. How bad is it going to get?" John asked her, suddenly looking very concerned.

"From what I can tell? Pretty rough. I can tell you that at Summer Slam, Del-Rio is scheduled to cash in his brief case." She told the guys. Truth was she just found out maybe fifteen minutes prior to arriving at the arena, and Punk himself wasn't happy about that news. Not at all.

"Jesus Christ. I bet Punk wasn't happy to hear about that." John answered back.

"No, not at all actually. I'm sorry John, you're practically gonna get screwed out of the title picture for a while. Which is a shame, seeing how we could have kept the Punk and Cena feud going a little bit longer with the fans." She said, suddenly feeling bad for John.

"It's fine. These fans have been getting tired of me going after the title anyway. Liz will be happier with the fact that I won't have as many appearances to do as the champ!" He laughed.

"That she will!" Kofi laughed back.

"Lance, how's the digital media department doing?" Persephaine asked her friend.

"Truth is, things are off over there as well. I don't know what's going on around here, but something is definitely off kilter." He said shaking his head.

"That's what I heard from Shelia, the new photographer, she said that things are a little odd over there lately." Kofi told Lance with concern.

All three guys suddenly looked at Persephaine, who looked back at them with a quizzical look ghosting over her features.

"What?" She asked them.

"What's going on Seph?" Lance asked her.

"Yeah and no bullshit either." John added.

"We deserve the truth." Said Kofi, adding his two cents in.

She sighed.

"Guys I wish I could, but I can't. There's too much at stake here. Just trust me and Stephanie okay. And if you see or hear anything odd, let her or I know as soon as possible. That's all I can officially tell you guys." She answered back sadly.

John sighed.

"You're right, the less we know the less of a target we become. I just have a bad feeling about this, and I have a bad feeling when it comes to you. Have you seen tonight's script yet? Not only will Punk be feuding with Paul, but Laurnitis also has a couple of spots with you." He told her in a worried tone.

"What?" Persephaine asked him, confusion completely clouding her face.

Kofi dashed inside of his locker room, and came back out a few seconds later, holding his copy of the script.

"He's talking about this." Kofi said as he handed her the script.

Persephaine took the script from him and flipped through it. Sure enough, there was a scene she had with Laurinitis, and it was going to be a tense one from the looks of it.

"What the hell is this shit?" She whispered as she read through the script.

"That's why I was asking you!" John said.

"Guys I knew Laurinitis wanted screen time with me and Punk, but I didn't realize that it was going to be this! I certainly didn't know that it was going to start happening tonight either!" She exasperated.

"Tonight you're re-debuting, I guess someone wanted you to come back with a bang." Lance offered.

"The hell if I know, but I'm not happy about this!" She said in awe as she looked at the script again.

"Well this would explain why we haven't been given our scripts for the night yet." Punk said as he walked up to the group, holding a script.

"Where did you get that one?" Kofi asked.

"Dolph, he thought I should know what's up." Punk said as he flipped through his script as well.

"Jesus Christ, this is so screwed up!" John exclaimed.

"I don't know what more to tell you guys, but I think you should just keep in mind, things are about to get crazy around here. But please just trust me and Stephanie, we're gonna do everything we can to help and protect you guys as much as we possibly can." Persephaine told the guys, feeling bad that she couldn't explain more.

"We trust you girl! Besides, you're the only one around here that actually gives a damn about giving everyone a fair chance for a solid push." Kofi said wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Persephaine laughed.

"Thanks Kofi." She smiled.

"Awww, are you guys so cute! Should we leave you two alone now?" Punk teased with a smirk.

"Shit, if you insist homie!" Kofi said with a laugh, starting to drag Persephaine in the direction of his locker room.

"Hey! No! Kofi, I will chop your freaking balls off! Let me go! Punk help me!" She said, laughing and struggling to get out of Kofi's embrace.

"See my beautiful girl loves me!" Punk laughed as he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her.

She playfully shoved him away.

"Ha! I just needed an escape from Kofi's death clutch! Tootle Loo Motha Fucka!" Persephaine teased in her best, "Mr. Chow," impression, flipping him off, as she took off running down the hall way.

Lance, John, and Kofi busted out laughing hysterically, and the look of pure shock on Punk's face was priceless. Making all three of the guys laugh harder.

"Oh hell no!" Punk said as he tossed Dolph's script on the floor, and started chasing after her.

Persephaine was running as fast as she could in her heels, and laughing while doing so. Rounding the corner, she saw an empty utility closet and jumped inside. Trying to keep as quiet as possible, she realized this was going to be next to impossible because she was still laughing so hard. The way Phil's jaw dropped was priceless, and it wasn't helping her cause to stay quiet. Suddenly the door was yanked open and there stood Punk, looking at her as she started laughing uncontrollably once more.

"No where to run beautiful." He said as he stalked inside the closet, and closer towards her. His face was deadly serious, but she knew he wasn't actually mad.

"Oh shit!" She exclaimed as she stepped backwards into mopping bucket, lost her balance, and fell backwards into the wall and landing on the floor with a loud crash.

Now it was Punk's turn to start laughing at her, as she laughed hysterically from the floor.

"Ouch!" She moaned from the floor as Punk offered her a hand to help her up, all the while still laughing his ass off at her.

"Karma baby, it's a bitch." He snickered at her.

"Fuck. Off." She mumbled as she tried to get up, only to have her foot that was still in the bucket slip again, causing her to fall back down once more.

Punk started laughing even harder, as did Persephaine.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Stephanie asked with a raised eyebrow, and a smirk.

"Persephaine keeps getting bit in the ass by karma for being an ass to me." Punk said laughing.

Persephanie just laughed even harder, almost on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.

"Okay, okay I give! I'm sorry, now please help me up!" She said from her spot on the floor.

Punk and Stephanie chuckled at her pathetic plea for help, and both reached for her, helping her stand up.

"Please tell me you brought your clothes with you so you can change out of those wet and smelly clothes!" Stephanie laughed at her.

"I did, they're in his dressing room." She said pointing at Punk, who just smirked at her.

"Well go change, show starts in about 10 minutes." Stephanie warned her with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah I know. By the way, why didn't you warn me ahead of time about the script?" Persephaine asked her curiously.

"Remember what I said? That's why." She said as she eyed her and Punk.

"Alright, and no, I didn't tell him. But you can explain it to him if you want." Persephaine said with a smack to Stephanie's shoulder as she walked off to change her clothes.

"Gee, look at the time! I gotta go get ready!" Stephanie said, preparing to run off from Punk as fast as possible.

"Not so fast Steph. We need to talk. Now." Punk said leading her into the same utility closet that Persephaine and Punk were just in. They needed privacy.

"Phil, if my husband sees us like this, he might get the wrong impression!" She pleaded, desperate to escape him and his questions.

"Well then you better talk fast!" He warned as he looked both ways to make sure no one saw them, as he closed the door.

Stephanie sighed. There was no escape and she knew it.

Damn it all to hell.

"Cult Of Personality," from Living Color blared through the speakers through out the arena. The crowd went wild and there was even the mixed reaction element. Punk didn't show any signs of it wearing on him though, as he walked around the ring with a smirk permanently attached to his face. He reached for a microphone, and couldn't wait to address the WWE universe, as a "CM Punk," chant rang through out the arena.

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!" He roared into his microphone, proudly holding his WWE Championship title high in the air, for the world to see.

The crowd's reactions were torn from cheering and booing.

"Well again, a mixed reaction. But a reaction none the less!" Jerry, "The King," Lawler told the folks who were watching from home that night.

Once again another, "CM Punk," chant started to ring out across the arena from the fans, as he sat Indian style in the middle of the ring.

"And now the 64,000 dollar question: Why, oh why after everything I said, and after everything I did, why did I come back? I'm a bit of a story teller, if I could be afforded a little bit of your time, I wanna tell you a little bit of a story. I've known for a very long time, that my contract with WWE expired on July 17th 2011. So as far as a year back, I was struggling with this monumentous, life changing, decision that I had to make. On one hand, and believe me ladies and gentlemen, I love the place I work I just hate the people in charge!" He paused as the crowd started to cheer at this.

"And there in lies my decision, I could have either re-signed and dealt with the soul-crushing status quo or I had a choice to speak my mind and maybe cause a little bit of change, in my wake. Obviously, you know my decision: I spoke my mind, and low and behold, I caused just a little bit of change didn't I?" Once again, smiling he paused. Letting the crowd react to him.

"The domino effect, as it's known and the next night on Monday Night RAW, Vincent K. McMahon was relieved of his day to day duties. And there it is! That's change. That's tangible change. I can feel it in the air, I know all of you can feel it in the air too, and I'd like to take a little bit of credit for that change. But I think a lot of the credit for that change, lies on the shoulders of you: the audience." He said, complimenting the fans of the WWE universe, as they cheered him in thanks.

"See for far too long, you've been fed scraps! For far too long, you haven't been given what I feel you're entitled too. I'm here to give that to you, I'm here to make this fun again!" He told everyone watching, as the crowd started to cheer once more.

"I'm gonna make this fun again, for everybody. Am I a little bit unorthodox? Am I unpredictable? Do people get scared when CM Punk shows up with a microphone? You damn betchya man, and I'd have it no other way! As proud as I was, about backing up everything I said, I was sitting at home and I was looking at the WWE Championship and I realized that the Voice of the Voiceless needs to be heard. My voice needs to be heard by the people who need to hear it the most, and that's you! I can't do that with a megaphone, in various media outlets. I can't do it at Comic Con, I can't do that at Jimmy Kimmel. What it boils down to, is I can't change this place for the better, I can't change this business or this industry to what it can and should be, sitting on my couch in Chicago." He told everyone honestly.

"So I picked up the phone, as much as I hate being on the telephone, I made the phone call to come back believe it or not. And by the looks of it, my timing couldn't have better. In my short absence, we've already reverted back to the soul-crushing, status quo: John Cena is parading around as the WWE Champion." Punk told everyone, clearly not amused by this, and neither was the audience if the boo's were in consolation.

"And see, John Cena is as much WWE Champion, as this guy sitting front row right here with his shop zone replica Championship belt! See, what you have is a belt, what I have is a championship title!" He told the crowd as he held it high in the air with pride.

"So so much for change, huh? Same old, same old!" He paused as yet another, "CM Punk," chant rose from the crowd again.

"John Cena, no matter what the outcome of whatever bogus championship tournament that we had while I was on vacation, no matter who in that locker room thinks their entitled to rematches, one fact, one fact: I hold in my hands, the most important title in the world! This right here, indicates to everybody, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I am the best professional wrestler, this world has to offer! I am the one, the only, WWE Champion! Feel that-" He was soon cut off by Triple H's theme music, as Motorhead blasted through the speakers. But Punk continued to talk anyway.

"I am the WWE Champion!" He paused before continuing.

"Apparently, it's time to play the game." He said in a bored tone.

"He's looking good out there, but we need to turn those boo's into cheers again." Persephaine said, waiting by the monitors for her signal to come out, while watching the promo with Stephanie.

"He is. But I wasn't expect the boo's. That's a little problematic." She told her younger friend.

"Temporarily." Persephaine said with a smile.

Triple H walked out to the top of the ramp, dressed in a dark gray suit, with a red and black stripped tie. He walked down the ramp and made his way to the ring, where CM Punk was waiting for him.

"Triple H," chants rang through out the arena, as Punk and Triple H smiled at the fans.

"Absolutely! Let's hear it for him! H H H, he's the C.O.O!" Punk told the crowd, as they cheered once more.

"Thank you Punk, for that warm reception, and I will address what you said about the WWE Championship in just a second. But since you took the time to come out here and explain to all of these people why you re-signed, I'd thought I'd come out here and explain to you why I re-signed you. It comes down basically to one thing: business. It was good for business. The same reason why I brought back J.R, same reason why I brought back John Morrison, it was good for business. You see, the WWE universe wanted it and it is my job as C.O.O, to try each and every week to give them exactly what they want. The WWE universe spoke, they said they wanted CM Punk, and I put my personal feelings aside and gave them CM Punk." At this, Punk had a curious look cross his features.

"Yeah I picked up on that too." He said to the crowd, confused.

"Personal feelings?" Punk questioned.

"It was meant to be a compliment, just take it as that." Triple H said, trying to leave no room for arguments or questioning.

"No! Wait a second, just because you're wearing a suit now, please don't hide behind it! Personal feelings. I really am interested to know now, just as everybody here is, I wanna know personally what your feelings are for CM Punk." He asked the C.O.O.

"My feelings are, personal feelings are irrelevant, but if you insist... I think that you're a smug, overrated, attention seeking guy that puts a little bit too much stock in his own hype. Not that that's a bad thing!" Triple H told him honestly.

"Well I'm glad we can be honest. Smug? Overrated? Kinda like looking in the mirror, isn't it Hunter? Am I smug? Yeah! You know what? Absolutely, I don't wear a white hat, I'm kind of a jerk. Am I overrated? Not really for me to say! Not up to me. I wish that you'd just come out and say that you hated my guts though. That you hate my guts, but let everybody know what a commodity I am. See, because we live in this era, that Vincent K. McMahon built, right? He's a great man! Who surrounded himself with other great men that would just say, 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!' And they really screwed the pooch on this entire talent roster! Vince let guys, main event caliber talent go! Guy's like Mick Foley! Guys like Chris Jericho. Guys like Brock Lesnar. I could go on and on and on, basically not only did you not want to see me go anywhere else, you couldn't afford to see me go anywhere else." Punk told him brutally.

"I'm hot! I'm a commodity!" Punk reminded him.

"Fair enough, you are a commodity, but since we're out here telling everybody the truth. Why don't you tell the truth about why you really re-signed?" Triple H asked him just as brutally.

"I already did, I want to bring change." Punk answered back.

"That's one way of looking at it. I think another way of looking at it would be, you did it for you. You, wanted to hear your own voice. What do you call that? A pipe bomb? Well what happens if a pipe bomb goes off, and no one's there to hear it? Does it make it effective? Answer is no it doesn't, so you needed this platform, you needed the WWE universe because without the WWE, your pipe bomb and you, really mean nothing." The new C.O.O said to Punk, who looked at him with a disbeliving look.

"That, you did for your own ego!"

"Well, that's a big maybe, that's 50/50 at best. And I don't like to hang my hat on maybes, I like facts! 100 percent truths. The truth is, I'm the WWE Champion." Punk said back with conviction.

"Correction: you are the WWE Champion, John Cena is also the WWE Champion. And Punk, like I said before, that is a situation I will fix later tonight." Triple H said, starting to step out of the ring.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Hang on! Hold up! Hang on, I do love Motorhead, but come back here for a second. This pipe bomb? Is about to go off in the forest, and I want you around so you can hear it okay? I'm just getting warmed up. See I don't want you to think that just because I signed my name on a WWE contract, that means I'm gonna shut up. I don't want you to think that I'm gonna toe the company line, and spit out some PG doctrine. I'm not going to promo class. I'm not going to media training. I'm here to stay, and I'm here to do things my way, and you wanna talk about egos? You wanna talk about egos? Well!" Punk pauses to bow in old Triple H fashion, as a way to tease him, which works as the crowd goes nuts.

"Hunter Hurst Helmsley! Let's talk about egos! Let's talk about you, hogging the spotlight so many, many, many, many times! Over people who deserved a spotlight. Let's talk about the fact that, even when you were carrying Shawn Micheals bags, that you like to throw your weight around and push people and tell people what to do. I mean, how many times do you tell people what to do? But wait you know what? Don't answer that question, answer this question: How many times did you say, 'Well you know, I just don't think he has what it takes,' while you're lying in bed with your wife?" Once Punk finished his question, the crowd expressed their shock and approval over Punk's brash and hard hitting question. While Triple H stood there, keep a cool and calm demeanor.

"See no matter what, if you're wearing a 5000 dollar suit, if you're in your wrestling gear, if you're dressed up like a low-rent, poor man's conan, you are the same guy that you've always been. You're a bully, who likes to throw his weight around, and push people. And I'm not picking a fight, I'm just saying be careful who you push. Because you know, I like to push back." Punk warned the C.O.O without a care in the world.

Suddenly, "Miss Murder," by: AFI came blasting through the arena as Persephaine stepped out on the ramp to cheers, with a smirk on her face.

Punk never broke eye contact with Triple H the whole time, while both men stared eachother down, with intensity and smirks on their faces.

She walked down to the ring, and climbed through the ropes, as she looked between both Triple H and Punk.

"Well boys, don't stop on account of little old me! Please continue. I rather enjoy the view!" She smiled as several female fans screamed their approval too, while guys continued to whistle and cat call at Persephaine.

"This comes down to ego right? And I'll be the first guy to tell ya, I got a massive ego. And right now, that massive ego, is telling me to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend, these fans, and slap every one of those silly little, rotten ass tattoos, off your skinny fat ass! But I'm not gonna do that, because this is bigger than that. This is bigger than that, I took the job as C.O.O for them." Triple H said pointing to the audience.

"That comes with certain responsibilities, certain rules. Maybe I don't like those rules anymore than anybody else would, but you know what? I respect them, and for them? I'm not gonna break those rules. And Punk, I would strongly, strongly suggest that you don't break them either." Triple H warned Punk in a vicious tone.

"Okay boys! I hate to break up this nice friendly pow-wow, but I think it's time we get somethings straight." Persephaine said, sensing the tension and stepping between the guys.

"Let's make something very, very clear Triple H, you may be my new boss, but what was the one thing I told you before I signed on to work here permanently? I told you, I will never sugar coat the truth, just to not hurt your feelings. Oddly enough, I told you," She said looking back at Punk, "the same damn thing."

"Now my point is this, you boys have your issues, and we see this. But you," She said looking back at Punk once more, "need to slow your roll. Or have you forgotten that it was his wife that gave me and you the clearance we needed, for you to unleash your true feelings on the world?" Punk rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, to his girlfriend.

"And you," she turned her attention back to Triple H, "guys like you were the reason he had one foot out the door, and I had to fight him and everyone on that board, tooth and nail to give him one good reason to stay! You are one of the people, that kept pushing other people aside for your chance to last longer in the spot light. Guys like Punk, guys like Daniel Bryan, Dolph Ziggler, Santino, Zack Ryder and so many more, that had opportunities taken away from them for veterans like you who don't know when to step back and actually share the spotlight." She told him with a tone of warning in her voice, almost daring him to argue her point. Triple H though, kept his eyes trained on Punk.

Punk threw down his championship title, and stepped back into Triple H's face.

"What's he gonna do to me Persephaine? Yeah, you heard me Hunter. Or what? You gonna beat me up? Huh? You gonna fight me? You gonna punch me in the face?" He started.

"If he does Punk, I can't stop this. It will be something that you will have to deal with on your own." Persephaine warned him as she stood between the two of them, her eyes held promise of a warning as she looked at him.

"So what? Beautiful, you and I both know, I don't start something I can't finish. You know that all too well don't you?" He smirked at her, as the fans voiced their shock at Punk's bold statement.

"Yes, dear. I do. Now would you just stop while you're ahead? Please." She asked him once more.

"No. I want to know what he's gonna do to me if I put a toe out of line!" He said as he paused and looked back at Hunter, and stepping closer to him.

"Or do you gotta go and ask your wife's permission first?" Punk boldly asked Triple H, as he smirked at Punk in return. Persephaine dropped her microphone on the mat, and threw her hands in the air, turning and walking to the side of the ring. Shock, clearly written on her face.

Punk calmly walked back over to where his belt was lying on the mat, picked it up and held his microphone upside down while saying, "Pipe bomb!" And dropping it to the floor. He then made his way to Persephaine, and held the ropes open for her as he nodded for her to follow.

"You know, you should really heed your girlfriend's advice. Honestly, I don't know how she puts up with you Punk. But if you don't smarten up soon, you'll end up losing the one person who loves you more than you love yourself." Triple H warned with a smirk as, "Cult of Personality," started to ring out through the speakers of the arena.

Punk wrapped an arm around Persephaine's shoulders as he kissed her on the head, and lead them up the ramp.

"I do love my girlfriend, just concern yourself with your over controlling wife!" He yelled back to Triple H, who watched the couple from the ring.

"You know, if you ask me, I think CM Punk is pushing his luck a little bit!" Jerry, "The King," Lawler advised all the fans who were watching at home.

Stepping through the curtain, they were greeted by Stephanie.

"Great job you two! That was excellent work out there, and very bold." She complimented them, as they said their thanks in return.

"Well I'm gonna go wait for my husband, but Persephaine don't forget, you have a promo with Laurinitis tonight too. In fact, it's in another 20 minutes so make sure you're ready okay?" She told her young friend and employee.

"No problem. Thanks Steph," she smiled back, as Stephanie walked off.

Punk wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her.

"You sure you're okay to handle Laurinitis?" He asked her concerned.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She answered back with a nervous smile.

"We need to talk when we get on the road tonight. I had a talk with your boss." He told her.

"Oh?" She asked him.

"Yeah, and I know everything." He told her with concern.

'Shit! Shit! Double shit!' She thought to herself, as he continued to hold her close to him.
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