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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: As of late, I've had so many ideas hit me all at once, so within the next two chapters, I'll actually be speeding the action up some. Bumpy doesn't even begin to describe what's about to go down.

The inspiration that I received to write in this romantic dialog from Punk, is inspired from his interview with the Chicago Tribune entitled, "Behind The Snarl of CM Punk." In it, he talks about how he's a really romantic guy and no one believes him about it. I do. Seriously, look at that man's eyes and tell me he's not.

*Swoon*

He's so handsome... Gawh... it's not fair.

ANYWAY...

Now on with the show!

Chapter 4: Take A Bow...

Her heels clicked on the floor as Persephaine and Punk made their way to John Laurinitis, and where he was getting set up with the camera crew. She would never admit it but this guy made her very nervous, and not in a good way either. Punk held her hand, as they walked closer to the Executive Vice President of Talent Relations, and gave her a comforting smile as she looked over at him.

"You're gonna be fine." He whispered to her, as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I hope you're right." She whispered back to him, as they finally made their way over to him.

"Ah! So at last we finally get to work together! I'm excited to have this opportunity Persephaine. So Punk this is the infamous woman who convinced you do your now famous promo back in June?" Johnny Ace asked him.

"Something like that. She just gave me a good push, I did the work that night." CM Punk said as he stood beside Persephaine.

"Something I have not asked any credit for, because it rightfully belongs to him. He told the world what he really thought. I have no control of his thoughts, he does." She said trying to let him know the truth.

"You know what they say though, right my dear?" He said with a smirk, but his eyes told her a different story.

"Behind every great man, is an even greater woman." John Laurinitis said as he eye balled her.

"She doesn't stand behind me, she stands next to me, because she's equal to me." Punk practically growled. He wasn't one for idle chit chat games.

"Alright Johnny and Persephaine, places please!" The backstage director told the group. Johnny Ace walked into his, "office," as Persephaine stood outside the door.

"In three, two, one," the director then pointed at John Laurinitis as he tapped away furiously on his cell phone.

Persephaine came walking in the door, "Mr. Laurinitis, I was told you wanted to see me. I hope you're enjoying the show tonight."

"Ah Miss Sin-Claire, yes I was enjoying the show, especially watching your boyfriend and our new C.O.O go at it." He told her, as he looked up from his phone.

"Those two have their issues, and we all knew that was a long time coming. Something tells me that's not the end of these two tormenting each other. Now what can I do to help you?" She asked him in a bored tone.

"Actually, I just wanted to know why you've jeopardized everything you've earned through this company so far, on some punk boy who doesn't have the first clue what it takes to make this company bigger?" He asked her.

Persephaine's eyes narrowed as she tilted her head sideways.

"Excuse me?" She asked him.

"I think you heard me Miss Sin-Claire, you're a very bright and special woman. I think you know better than most he only cares about himself. Think about it, did he or did he not use you for that push he needed to elevate himself to the top? And don't even get me started on all those women he's went through on the rooster. Maria, Lita, Beth. Persephaine, you certainly can't think you're going to be the last one can you?" He asked her, brutally.

She let out a dangerous laugh. Apparently this asshole wanted to throw the script out the door and get personal. Fine, why not get personal then?

"Mr. Laurinitis, let me make something clear okay? He didn't use me to get to the top, and I didn't use him either. He put himself up there, all by himself. Just because you may not like some of the unsavory things he told people about you, doesn't mean you can sit here and falsely accuse him of things with no proof." She fired back diplomatically. Persephaine refused to stoop to his level, and on live television at that.

John Laurinitis laughed.

"You're right, I won't accuse anyone without proof. But that's just the thing, I do have proof. Don't believe me? Go ask those three ladies about what I ask you-"

"Mr. Laurinitis, I have no desire to dig into Punk's past. Why should I? That happened before me. Here's my question, why do you care so much? A little obsessed with him aren't you? Or are you still a little butt-hurt that he actually had the balls to speak out against the things that were wrong in this company?" She interrupted him.

"How in the world would you know what was wrong with this company Persephaine? You were just a fan when you were brought into this company. If it weren't for Vince, you wouldn't even be here right now. I'd hate to think your fifteen minutes are almost up, but I am warning you dear if you don't get with the program and soon, they will be." He said straightening his back and looking down his nose at her.

"Is that a threat Ace? Because if it is, I'm sure the board would love to hear about this." She fired back.

"It's not a threat when it's the truth. Think about what I'm saying Persephaine, who ever you want to spend time with outside of here, is your business. But it's never smart to mix business with... pleasure. So whatever is going on with you and Punk, get it out of your system, and stop flaunting it at work. Get your head back on straight, and maybe you will actually save yourself from losing what you claim is your dream job." He smiled at her as he started to type away furiously on his cell phone.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on anyone Johnny, and in your case, it certainly doesn't help you at all." Persephaine laughed at him and walked out of his office. Effectively ending the scene.

As soon as she walked out, Stephanie tired to stop her.

"No, I won't ever deal with that kind of bs ambush ever again." She said yanking her arm back from her friend.

"I'm sorry Persephaine, I had no idea." Stephanie apologized.

"It's whatever, but my personal life nor Punk's, will not be aired out for ratings." She said back as she walked off.

"That's a little hard since you've done a great job of that all by yourself. Or are you forgetting about Money In The Bank, and that famous kiss you two shared for the whole world to see?" John Laurinitis said stepping out of the room.

Persephaine stopped half way down the hall, turned around and walked back with a purpose. John knew instantly that she was going to lash out, and stepped behind Stephanie.

"Don't Persephaine." Stephanie warned her.

"I won't, because I refuse to give this asshole the satisfaction. But let me tell you something Johnny, I gave the fans what they wanted. As did you, Stephanie, and Vince that night. You could have shot my idea down, but you didn't. Why is that again? Oh yeah, because you knew that when me and Punk got together, the fans were gonna pour money into ticket sales just to see us. Even if it was for one glimpse. Not to mention Punk's merch sales would sail through the roof. Which gee... they have! So let me get this straight, now it's such a goddamn problem for Punk and I to be together? Now it's a problem for everyone to know or at least think that we are together outside of here too? The last time I checked Mr. Laurinitis, Vince's pockets have gotten a lot fatter since Punk and I stepped up to the plate for this story line. I can't help it that we're actually together for real outside of here too, but that's our business. Not yours. So next time, keep your nose out of my personal life. As for Punk, just try putting your nose in his, and I promise he'll give you his own personal version of a nose job... free of charge." She snapped at the Vice President of Talent Relations, as she stormed off down the hallway.

Sighing Stephanie turned around to face John.

"Satisfied? Because if you keep pushing her, she's gonna snap. Persephaine is a good woman, and her only mission is to be helpful. So what if she's with Punk outside of here too? Why should we care? She's a grown woman, and if it's a mistake, she'll deal with that. She loves him, and from what I can tell, he loves her too. Even if he's private about it." She told him sternly.

"Stephanie, you're just as weak minded as your mother was. It has nothing to do with love. Nothing to do with that at all. Just wait, when those two fall apart, that's when things will get interesting again. I guarantee it." John Laurinitis said as he walked off.

Stephanie stood there seething.

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." She said to herself, as she watched him round the corner as he walked off.

Later that night, Persephaine and Punk were cuddled up on the couch of his tour bus, as they were riding to the next town.

"I saw what happened in the promo. You want to talk about it?" Punk asked her with an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"Not really." She responded, trying to brush it off.

"So you're not the least bit curious about what he told you about my ex girlfriends?" He said, not quite believing her.

"Not really." She said once more.

Clicking the remote to switch the movie they were watching on pause, he turned to her, and looked her in the eyes. Persephaine on the other hand, was content on ignoring him.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Even though he already knew what was eating at her, he wanted her to get it off her chest.

"Phil, I'm fine. Laurinitis is trying to get under my skin, oh well."

"And the second you let him, you're gonna start bringing out of the arena with you." Punk warned her. He had seen it happen in the past, especially with former girlfriends. Bringing home your work is never a good idea. It could drain and kill a relationship, quickly.

She sighed.

"I'm sorry. You're right, but I feel like if I talk about it, then I'm just being childish." She admitted.

"You know the one thing I absolutely love about you? The fact that you're such a strong person. But the only drawback to that, is that you feel that you have to be strong around me all the time." He said with a chuckle.

She threw him a look.

"So you want a cry baby? Because I can give you a weak little cry baby." She said with a smirk.

"Hell no. Don't start that shit. What I mean is, that it's okay to depend on me too. You don't have carry the weight on your shoulders all the time." He said while sliding his arm over her shoulders, bringing her closer to him, as he kissed her hair.

"I know. I'm just not used to it. I've carried around the weight of the world for what feels like forever, that I've just gotten completely used to it. Yes, it bothers me that John's plan of attack is our relationship so far. I just don't see what he thinks he can possibly gain from it. I mean, it wasn't such a big fuss about us leading up to the pay-per-view in your hometown, but now it is?" She said.

"Persephaine, John Laurinitis has a problem with us, not the whole company." Punk said, trying to reassure her.

"Apparently not. He had to run the idea by creative and booking for it get this far. Stephanie tried to keep him away from it, I know she did. But he still went there regardless. If he had approval from creative to get away with this, then I'm worried Punk. That means they have a legit problem with me. That means they do not take me seriously on the team. What's next? I mean you're already losing the title at Summerslam to Del-Rio, and your feud with Paul is going to escalate as well. Hell, just the other day I over heard Mary-Lou talking about the fact that Laurinitis is wanting to bring back a legend, just to enter that feud with you. Punk this isn't about them, this is about them using us to keep their favorites in the spotlight. I mean, Zack still isn't being properly pushed. Dolph isn't being pushed into the WWE title competition line yet-"

"Shhh! You worry too much. We just got back not too long ago, welcome to the WWE sweetheart, this is how it works around here. It's next to impossible to get them to change the system. But we're gonna do it. I promise, but it will take time. You have to be patient. You really didn't expect it to happen over night did you?" He asked her, giving her a look.

"Well... no. Okay, so maybe it's a little soon to be worried about pushing the younger talent, but still, John Laurinitis' hold over creative? You can't tell me that doesn't worry you a little bit." She said back.

"You're right about that. That does worry me." He said, as he ran a hand through his hair.

"It worries me because of what Stephanie told me." Phil sighed.

"Yeah that's right, you said she talked to you!" Persephaine remembered.

"Come on, let's go lay down in my master suite." He said with a smirk, and reaching for her hand.

Following him to the back of his bus, she walked into his room, and was still amazed that they managed to fit a bedroom this size on a tour bus. Kofi was snoring away in one of the bunk beds in the walk way leading to the room, and she giggled at him.

"You're gonna rag on him so bad for snoring aren't you?" Punk said with a smirk.

"No I can't, because I know you'll just tell him about my bad snoring." She sighed with a smile.

"I won't have to, he'll probably hear it!" He laughed at her, as her jaw dropped and she threw her shirt that she just took off at him.

"Asshole." She mumbled.

"I still love you." He said still laughing at her.

"Yeah yeah. Sure you do." She pretended to pout at him, as she changed into her booty shorts, and tank top sleepwear.

"Mmmmm yes I do." He said as he eyeballed her ass, and just like that she knew if she wanted it, that she could have him naked in that bed in less than 30 seconds.

"Down boy. We still haven't finished talking about what we need to talk about." She laughed as she snuggled under the blankets on her side of the bed.

"I know, I know." He said throwing his hands up in mock surrender.

"So what did Stephanie say?" She asked him.

"That she's worried, that Paul and her seem to be losing control of their respective parts in the company. But I think she told me something that she didn't really tell you." He told her with a quizzical look on his face.

"Okay, what?"

"That John Laurinitis is really after you for some strange reason. She gets the feeling that it's not so much me he's after anymore, Stephanie really thinks he's after you. She thinks he looks at you as a threat. Therefore he's coming after all of us to get to you. For example, she believes the reason why he's making her job and Paul's job difficult is because they supported your idea to push me. I personally think he's gonna start fucking with me too. It's only a matter of time. That's a given. Not that I mind, because I'll make his life a living hell. But you, behind the scenes, you've started creating so much change... that's why she thinks he's targeting you. We both knew there would be some who wouldn't like what we are trying to do. But she firmly thinks he's got it out for you. She can't prove anything right now, that's why she hasn't been able to put a stop to it yet." He told her honestly, as he sighed once more.

Persephaine rested her back against the pillows, and just stared ahead of her.

"He's gonna rip us apart." She simply said.

Punk snapped his head in her direction.

"No he's not. He can't break us apart. Only we can do that to each other and I don't plan on letting that happen. At least not on my end. I fought you too goddamn hard to get us together." He told her firmly.

"Exactly, he can't tear us apart... but we can. God I'm such an idiot, why didn't I see this before? That's how he plans to take us both out of the equation." She told him honestly.

"I don't see how, we're both smarter than that."

"Phil, be honest with me... why didn't you tell me about your ex girlfriends? I mean they were all beautiful diva's, and I'm not exactly cut from the diva cloth. I don't mean to push this, and it really isn't Laurinitis making me ask this, I'm genuinely curious. Any moron with a computer or smartphone could look up your wikipedia page and know this about you. So what gives?" She asked him curiously.

"Well... if I said that I didn't see this question coming, I would be lying. Truth is, I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. You're right, any moron with a phone or computer would know this about me already. So I figured you already knew about them. And no, I'm not saying you're just any moron. What I mean is, I thought you would have done your homework on me already. You already did with my livejournal account if you remember correctly." He looked at her pointedly.

"True. But still, how do you go from them to me? It's not an insecurity thing, I'm genuinely curious. But I'm more curious, if the rumors true. Are you a player? Do you get bored after a while and leave them for another girl?" She boldly asked him.

Punk sat up straighter, turned to her and looked her dead in the eyes. Persephaine still couldn't help that feeling of a magnetic pull she always felt, every single time he looked at her.

"Listen to me beautiful, number one I love you. Number two, clown shoes isn't gonna tear us apart, we're not going to let that happen. Number three, Beth, Amy, and Maria are great girls in their own right. Maria was special to me, I loved her. I was happy with her. But she changed, she became insanely jealous over a backstage rumor that I slept with Barbie Blank. It wasn't true of course, but because some of the girls and guys didn't want to see us together, they started that rumor. Instead of trusting me, she became suspicious, and jealous. Breaking up with her was hard, and I swore off dating for a long time after wards. She took the break up hard too. Hell, she wrote a fucking album about it! Amy caught me off guard. She has her moments of being special and there were just these moments that you caught glimpses of this beautiful person. But she's so messed up inside, it became too hard to see straight with her. So I cut ties with her. Beth was a friend, and at first it started off as a rebound thing for the both of us. Me from Amy, and her from Cody. Then it suddenly morphed into this very serious relationship that took both us by surprise. Next thing I know, she's moving in with me in Chicago, and I was actually thinking about asking her to marry me. Then, several weeks before I met you, I noticed changes in her. Eventually I just realized it didn't matter to her who she was with, as long as she had someone to call her boyfriend. Ending things with her was hard. Very hard. Almost as hard as it was with Maria. Plus, it didn't help that she was jealous of my friendship with Amy. I did an interview with Amy on her radio show, the next thing I know she's publically unfollowing me and Amy on twitter. So yeah, I ended that. Then, you." He paused smiling at her. A real smile.

"You walked into my life. The second I looked into your eyes that night at the show, between the ring ropes, it was like my entire world lit up on fire. But you were a fan, and that would be highly inappropriate, not that that thought ever stopped some of the other guys before. But I'm not like them. The way you looked up from your phone and I looked over at you at the same time. Mason nudged me because I stopped walking for a second, and I actually told him that I thought I was staring at an angel. You have no idea how hard it was for me to keep a straight face and stay in character that night. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at all. Then... that night... I'm not a believer in fate or a divine power, but even I have to admit... the way you came into my life was amazing, and scary at the same time. When Vince told us he was in the process of securing you for a RAW visit, I knew this was something out of the norm. That I had to see you again, say something to you, get close to you again. When we kissed in your hotel room in Houston... Jesus Christ I don't think I have ever been so taken with a kiss in my entire life-"

"Phil stop..." She whispered shaking her head.

"No I'm serious! You think I'm kidding? Kissing you in front of all those fans on RAW was a nice rush. That was the first time I kissed you as CM Punk, but the first time I kissed you in that hotel room was as Phil Brooks. And I was hoping the whole time after I left your room, that it wouldn't be the last time. Sure enough, it wasn't. Don't get me started on the first time I finally got you all to myself in Chicago either, but I'll put it to you this way, the way things happened between you and I... never happened like that with any of the other girls. That night after the pay-per-view was the best night of my life. You are the best thing that's happened to me in a very, very long time Persephaine Sin-Claire. And I absolutely love you more than you will ever know for it." He told her as he softly kissed her lips.

Her face was so red it was unbelievable.

"I think it's so cute when you're embarrassed. What? Didn't expect me to have a romantic side to my honesty?" He whispered to her with a smile.

When she looked up, that when he noticed a tear running down her cheek.

"Why are you crying? Aren't you happy?" He asked her.

"That's just it, I am. And I'm absolutely terrified I'm gonna lose it... that I'm gonna lose you." She whispered to him.

"You won't beautiful, I promise." He said as he hugged her.

She buried her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. 'God that never gets old,' she thought to herself.

After he released her, she looked at him.

"That's why we need a plan. A fail safe if you will." She announced to him.

"For what? I'm not following." He asked her, confused.

"For John Laurinitis. When the time is right, we need to make him think he's succeed. We need to make him think that he's won, and torn us apart. The only downfall to that, is we'll have to make everyone else believe that too." She told him

"Alright... I'll bite. Go on."

From there she proceeded to tell him her idea, to which he would interject with another idea or a comment here and there.

"Well, I have to admit. That would work." He said, as he laid his back against the pillows and thought about it.

"It would, plus it'll help us catch him in the act." She said with a smirk.

"Remind me never to cross you." He said upon noticing her evil smirk.

"Handsome, I'm pretty sure, I don't have to worry about that." She told him honestly.

Suddenly, she straddled him and kissed his lips.

"I love you. More than you'll ever know Phil." She whispered against his lips as their foreheads touched, while their eyes were closed.

"I know the feeling, because I love you too." He said as he kissed her and rolled them over with her landing on her back.

That night, after he slowly made love to her, he slept blissfully uninterrupted. For the first time, in a long time.
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