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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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Alyssa took care of Punk for the next three days and begged him not to wrestle the house show as scheduled that weekend. He was having none of it, refusing to let them get to him. She respected his decision and accompanied him to the show. She drove the hour in silence.

Once they had arrived and were pulling their gear from the trunk she looked over at him. It was obvious, at least to her that he was still in a great deal of pain. "Punk...be careful. Please." She said quietly.

"I will Lyss." He muttered heading for the door.

Alyssa slammed the trunk and followed him inside, making her way to the designated ladies dressing room. She walked in to find Mickie and Beth in a heated discussion. They shut up as soon as Alyssa appeared in the doorway. Beth flipped her hair and stalked from the room. "What? Do I smell?" She asked confused.

"She was defending Danny...I was defending Punk. Guess she figured with you here it would two against one...how is he?" She asked sitting down in a chair.

"Better...still in pain, but you know Punk." Alyssa said with a shrug.

Mickie nodded, "That I do."

Punk held his head high as he stepped through the door. A couple of the guys couldn't even look at him as several others threw him dirty looks. Daniel stood up and walked over to him extending his hand "How are ya doin man?" He asked loudly.

"Not bad, a busted nose isn't nothing compared to a fractured skull so I'm here." Punk said grinning at Daniel.

"Good to hear it. I got us booked in a match against each other." Daniel said with a wink.

"Awesome." Punk grinned. It would be nice to work someone who wasn't holding a juvenile grudge.

"Get in your gear and we'll go work it out." Daniel said glaring over Punks shoulder at Tank Toland who was sniggering in the corner.

Punk changed quickly and the two of them walked out the door never looking back.

That night as the crowd watched, Alyssa again stood close to ringside watching Punk work. It was amazing as he and Daniel worked. Daniel was still green but he did everything he could to put Punk over and when he sold the finish everyone in the place was cheering. Punk ate it up, being able to loosen up a little in front of a house show audience. After exiting the ring he grabbed Alyssa's hand and pulled her along with him. Once out of sight of the audience she threw herself in his arms.

"Oh my God...that was even more impressive in person!" She gushed smiling up at him.

"Thanks angel face. It felt good too...damn good. I gotta find Daniel and thank him. Then we gotta get outta here. My whole head is fuckin’ throbbing." He admitted.

Concern immediately crept across her face. It wasn't like him to admit being in pain so she simply nodded. "I'll meet you outside." She whispered as Daniel appeared on the stairs.

"Hey man...that was fucking great!" Punk said smiling up at the younger man.

Daniel blushed "I still got a lot to learn." He admitted.

"Anytime you want help, hit me up okay? I'm gonna get Lyss to take me home...my head is killin’ me." He said with a crooked smile.

"Okay, thanks Punk. If ya need anything..."

Punk nodded "Thanks again. What you did tonight was plenty."

Daniel nodded as the older man walked through the double doors out into the darkened night.

Alyssa sat in the car, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel idly as she waited for Punk to appear. When he finally did he threw his bag in the already open trunk; he hadn't bothered to change out of his ring gear simply zipping the trademark white and black jacket over his bare chest. His hair was still wet with sweat as he settled into the passenger seat quietly.

She didn't say anything as he leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the highway. They had been driving for half an hour when she looked over at him. Neither of them had spoken. Pulling off the highway she turned on her flashers and looked over at him. The look of pain on his face had prompted her to stop "Punk?" She said tentatively.

"Hmmm?" He murmured.

She couldn't stop herself as she reached over and brushed back a strand of purple from his face "Are you okay?" She asked quietly.

"I'll be fine Lyss...don't worry about me okay?" He said turning his head towards her and opening his eyes.

"You look awful." She admonished.

"I know..."

"I wish there were something I could do."

"You're doing it Lyss...just be my friend." He choked the words out brokenly.

"You're still sweating...want me to turn up the air?" She asked once again reaching over to him and running her fingers across his sweat soaked brow. Before he could answer she pulled her fingers back, he was burning up. "Punk..."

He looked away and closed his eyes "I'll be fine Lyss." He murmured.

"Okay." She said her voice trembling with a million undefined emotions. Everything from concern, to fear to love ran through her as she drove the rest of the way home.

He spent the next three days in bed, fighting the unexplained fever. He steadfastly refused to see a doctor and no amount of cajoling, screaming or pleading could change his mind once it was made up. He was the single most stubborn man she had ever met and it infuriated her.

She slept even less than before, sitting in the chair by his bed. She looked and felt like hell by the time Wednesday morning rolled around. Punk on the other hand woke early feeling like a new man.

He couldn't wait until that nights show, Seth was a good kid and hadn't acted like a jackass to him. He felt confident the two of them could put on a good match and the OVW fans could see the real CM Punk at work. It was something he wanted more than almost anything.

That night Alyssa stood next to Seth, waiting for their cue as Punk walked up behind them. "You two ready?" He asked stopping next to Alyssa.

Seth nodded "Sure am, let's give'em what they came for." He said as his music hit.

The match was all they had hoped for and more as the crowd came to it's feet and remained standing until the end. They were screaming their fury as Alyssa stood in the ring over a motionless Seth; the chair still clutched in her hands.

Punk crawled up onto the ring apron and looked at her in confusion. She just stared back at him as he shrugged and slid into the ring and covered Seth. Alyssa tossed the chair across the ring and knelt next to Goose, rousing him.

Goose counted the three and Punk stood over Seth's prone body, mouthing off to the audience as Alyssa took several steps towards him. He watched her carefully as she moved in front of him, her legs also straddling Seth’s body. Running her fingers across his sweaty chest she gazed at him, the hunger apparent to everyone in the small arena.

Sliding her hand to his shoulder she let it sink into his hair as she jerked him closer to her. "Mine." She said loudly enough for at least the fans along the railing to hear and pulled his head down to hers. Claiming his lips in a searing kiss she felt him still momentarily before he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

She buried both hands in his hair kissing him for all she was worth, playing the part she so desperately wanted not to be an act.

The resolve slipped through his fingers with a crash. Punk could barely breathe as he crushed his lips against hers. Thinking had been impossible the second her lips had touched his. He'd been afraid of finding the one thing he needed the most: her. In that second he vowed now that he'd found her he wouldn't let go. His tongue brushed against hers and he lost himself in the feel, the taste of heaven.

She felt him respond to her, his cock hardening against her stomach.

Finally she broke the kiss when it became obvious he wasn't going to. "Mine." She repeated breathlessly before sliding out of the ring and walking to the curtain. Turning she beckoned him to her and he went willingly.

He took her hand and raised it above their heads; their fingers entwined as the crowd hissed its hatred of the pair. Alyssa stepped backward through the curtain and dropped his hand. She turned and walked away without a word.
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