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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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Chapter 6: Houston, We Have A Problem (Part 2 of 2)
She sat there rooted in her chair. Was he serious? Where did this come from?
"Are you serious?" She whispered back to him.
"As a heart attack." He said looking her in the eye.
"Why?" Was the only thing she could manage to ask him. What were all of his loyal fans going to think about this? She was one of them for crying out loud!
"Truth is, I'm burnt out. Plus I'm tired of all of the bullshit. You guys on twitter, are a huge part of the reason that I see this. A lot of the things that you guys are telling me, makes sense. Don't tell them I said that though." He said with a smirk.
"So you've decided to just leave? Yeah, because that makes a lot of sense!" She said back becoming angry and standing up.
"Alright, so you're pissed. Why?" He asked sitting back in his chair.
"I understand that this is ultimately your decision, I get that. But damn, I never expected you to be a quitter Phil. Not you." She said as she slid her shorts on over her bottoms, and tying her hair back into a wet bun.
"Where do you get off saying that?" He snapped at her with his eyes narrowed on her.
"Because that's what you're really doing at the end of the day! Quitting! You're not making the change that you know this place desperately needs! Have you ever thought about why people like me reach out to people like you on a place like Twitter? It's because we know that you have a passion for this business that not many of your co-workers do! We know that YOU have the power to make the changes within! It's like you're the fucking voice of the voiceless for crying out loud!" She snapped back at him.
"You guys sure as shit don't need me for that! If you and the rest of the people want a goddamn change, then make it happen! What the fuck do you guys need me for?" He asked her jumping up from his chair, and standing in front of her. She didn't realize until this moment, just how much taller he was to her smaller 5'8' frame.
"Of course, you wouldn't get it. You know for someone who likes to claim he's so goddamn smart, you sure can be fucking dense sometimes! We reach out to you because you see what we see! No bullshit, just the brutal honesty that the fans are tired of the same shit being shoved down our throats! Standing beside you, is like being struck by lighting! It's marvelous, and scary as hell, all at the same time. We see this! We see that spark in you that we once saw back in the day. Back from guys like Austin, Taker, Mike fucking Foley, and countless others. You're not a goddamn sell-out like The Rock, and you're not constantly shoved down our throats like Cena! Why the hell do you think people boo him? We're tired of his five plus years face run! We're dying for the heel to come out! We're dying for that change just like you are! You just need a reason to ignite that fire, and then you'll be unstoppable." She said as she held eye contact with him.
He held eye contact with her for a moment longer before turning from her and collecting his shirt and towel. He turned back to her and looked her in the eyes for another moment. Persephaine felt like she was holding her breathe. The look in his hazel eyes, was a look that she would never forget.
"You're going to be one hell of a person in creative one day Persephaine. Never let anyone tell you otherwise." He said cryptically. Then he turned and walked out of the pool area and left her standing alone.
She sighed. He was angry at her, and as much as it bothered her, she would never sugar coat the truth for him. Ever.
Sadly, collecting the rest of her things, she walked out of the pool area, and made her way back to her room. Once in her room, she took at hot shower, brushed her teeth and collapsed into bed. As much as she wanted to sleep, she couldn't. So she tossed and turned, thinking of Punk, and everything that keeps transpiring between them. She wasn't lying when she told him that standing next to him was like lighting. He just had to see what she and everyone else around him saw. Something amazing.

She woke up the next morning to someone knocking on her door. She quickly got up and threw her hair in a messy bun. When she opened the door, there was Kofi and John. She sort of felt let down, but she perked up when John practically rushed her for a big hug. Hugging him back and smiling, she had to let him know that she needed to breathe. Laughing he put her down and apologized.
"Have you guys seen Punk yet this morning?" She asked timidly.
Both John and Kofi looked at eachother then back to her. Ok, so they have, and it wasn't good.
"He says he's not feeling well, so he's in his room." Kofi answered.
"What room number is he in?" Persephaine asked.
"Um, I don't thi-" John was cut off.
"What room number?" She asked again, leaving no room for arguments.
"630, down the hall." Kofi answered her.
With that she walked out of her room, but stopped short and turned back.
"Room key Kofi," she asked holding her hand out to him.
"It's scary, how you know things." Kofi told her, handing her the room key.
"Stay here, both of you." She told them and set off for Punk's room.
Sliding the key into the lock and watching it unlock for her, she opened the door and walked into the room.
"You're seriously going to avoid me now?" She asked him as she looked at him sitting up on his bed and watching T.V.
"Damn it, I'm never letting Kofi have a spare key again." He said with a sigh and turned off the T.V.
"So because I wouldn't sugar coat the truth, you're going to avoid me."
"Persephaine, don't start. I just woke up and personally I don't feel like hearing any bullshit this morning." He snapped at her.
Wrong move. With a fire blazing in her eyes, she walked over to his bed and yanked him out of it.
"What the fuck? Have you lost your fucking mind!" He yelled at her.
"Maybe. Now get your ass dressed and meet me in the lobby, we have some shit we're gonna get straight today. No more of this avoiding bullshit. Today, you and are going to go for a little trip. Alone." She told him.
"I'm not going anywhere." He told her, with a matching look in his eyes.
"Ok, that's your choice, but trust me when I say, you might want to heed my advice." She said with a smirk.
"Really now, and why is that?" He challenged.
"You don't hate me Phil, you're just pissed that I was right." She told him.
"Right now, I don't particularly like you very much." He snipped at her.
"Really now? Want to bet on that?" She asked him challenging him back.
"I'm willing to put anything you want on that." He shot back.
Suddenly, she moved over to him. Once she stood in front of him she pushed him down on his bed, and while he was sitting up on his bed, she climbed on his lap. Punk was shocked, what was she doing?
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.
"Stop. Just stop it. I can't stand it when you're like this. I'm never going to sugar coat things for you. I can't, no matter how much I want to..." She whispered in his ear.
He eventually gave in and hugged her back. She smiled. Putting her head back into the crook of his neck, she kept smiling. She then sat up and looked him in the eyes.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"I'm sorry too." He whispered back to her.
They locked eyes and kept the hold for what seemed like forever. Suddenly she felt something poking at her from between her legs. Shooting straight up and out of his arms, she covered her face in embarrassment.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" She stammered.
He just laughed at her.
"Well in all fairness, I did tell you that I just woke up!" He said between laughs.
"Make that thing behave!" She said keeping her head turned. She was mortified. Apparently, she didn't think her whole, "climb on top of CM Punk," plan through.
He laughed at her and walked over to his bathroom while her back was turned. Once he was safely inside, he shouted to her that the coast was clear.
"I'm going to go get dressed, please make sure that thing is on a leash before you meet me in the lobby!" She shouted back to him, before leaving his room. The last thing she heard from him, was a hearty laugh.

Once back in her room, John and Kofi looked at her, and saw how red she was.
"Is he pissed?" John asked.
"Nope." She said as she shook her head.
Suddenly she reach her suitcase and walked into the bathroom.
John and Kofi just looked at each other, not having the first clue what her deal was.
"Punk and I have plans, so if you guys want, we can catch up later this afternoon?" She asked them through her shut bathroom door.
Suddenly, Kofi smiled at John.
"Sure, we can catch up with you guys before RAW tonight." He told her, while pulling John out of the room with him. Poor John, he was so confused he didn't know which way was up or down.
Once she heard the door close, she sighed. She couldn't lie, he had turned her on. The way she just took control, climbed on him and they way his anger just dissolved as he held her to him. She had no idea where it came from, or what possessed her to just do that. But what really struck her, was how much in that moment, before his "pet" decided to make an appearance, that she really wanted him to kiss her. It was odd, because he had the same exact look in his eyes as well. The way his arms fit around her, how his hands gripped her hips... Persephaine quickly shook herself out of where her thoughts were going.
"Stop it! You're not one of those sluts who just jumps in bed with a guy just because he's famous! Or hot, and sexy, and has a really kissable lips... UGH! Seriously! You've got to be kidding me!" She scolded herself. Quickly shaking herself out of her thoughts, that would no doubt get her in trouble, she quickly started getting dressed and putting her makeup on. Once she was done, she grabbed her handbag, blackberry, and room key.
Looking up from her phone when she stepped off the elevator, she saw him standing there leaning against the wall smirking at her. She couldn't help but turn a deep shade of red before walking over to him.
"Ready?" She asked him.
"Sure, now where are we going?" He asked her.
"I was actually thinking of going to a few places today." She said as she pulled out an itinerary, and holding it up.
"Really?" He said laughing at her.
"What?" She asked him, wondering why he was laughing at her.
He took the itinerary out of her hands and tossed it into the trash can beside the elevator doors.
"Hey! I needed that! It had all of the activities I had planned for us today on there!" She said in shock.
"Screw your plans. Today, we're just going to do." He said smiling at her.
She threw him a glare as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her outside. Once he reached his rental, he unlocked the doors and they both climbed in.
"Okay Mr. I Wanna Throw Away Persephaine's Itinerary Of Plans For The Day, where are we going?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"Where ever the road takes us." He answered back.
A little while later, they arrived at a zoo. Shocked, Persephaine stepped out of the rental, and walked over to Punk.
"The zoo? I'm shocked." She told him.
"I know. Let's go!" He said walking beside her.
After getting inside, they walked around the fish tanks looking and pointing at different types of fish. Persephaine loved the Coy fish, and even got to throw some feed at them. Punk decided to take a couple of pictures of this, especially when they splashed at her.
A little while later, they were at the gators and she smiled as she went over to the animal keeper who was allowing people to take pictures with the babies. She took a picture with herself and the baby alligator, and tried her hardest to get Punk to take a picture with the animal as well.
"No way in hell. I'll leave that to you beautiful!" He said with a smirk.
"Chicken shit." She mumbled at him. He took off after her as she ran away from him. When she reached the snake pit, she quickly stopped and stared in wonder at the snakes behind the glass.
"Yay it's snakes! Not. These things give me the damn creeps." He said with a shudder.
"I think they're beautiful. So misunderstood." She said as she peered into the glass at a King Cobra.
"Those things are not beautiful. You're beautiful. The snakes? Not so much." He said from beside her.
"Whatever." She said smiling and rolling her eyes at him.
Once they left the snake pit, they completely skipped over the spiders and went to where the monkey were located. Take a few pictures together with the monkey's, they moved on to the African Safari exhibit.
"Oh wow, an albino tiger!" Persephaine said as she took pictures of the tiger. "Isn't it beautiful?" She asked him, while snapping pictures.
"Yeah she's perfect." He told her looking right at her.
"Of course she is! She's different than the rest of them." Persephaine said as she continued to snap away on her camera. Little did she know that Punk was snapping a picture of her on his iPhone. At the last second before he snapped the photo of her, she looked up and over at him. The sunlight caught her just right as he tapped the camera to take the picture.
"Punk! You're suppose to be snapping pictures of them! Not me! Dork." She said smiling.
He just laughed at her and took her hand, leading her towards the lions. She smiled at the lioness who was tending to her young cubs.
"You remind me of her." He told her.
"How so?" She asked him with a smirk.
"Because it's obvious to anyone who knows you, you have a strong motherly love and instinct, but you have a heart and temperament of a lion." He told her as he looked at the lions as the made their way around their habitat. She smiled at him and looked back at the lions as well.
At the end of the trail through the zoo, the last thing they saw were swans.
"That's a lovely way to end the whole thing." Persephaine said as she snapped a few photos of the swans.
"Why's that?" He asked her, not catching on to what she meant.
"Besides humans, swans are one of the only other creatures in the world, that practice monogamy. It's like they believe in soul mates. It's beautiful. That's why I kind of get mad at people when they say there is no such thing as real, ever lasting love. Swans obviously believe that. When their mates die or are taken from them, they fall into a deep depression, some even die from being separated with their mates. I think that's a beautiful way to end the experience in the zoo." She told him.
To say he was blown away was the understatement of the year. She was highly intelligent. He smiled at her as she snapped more pictures and then walked out the door and back outside.
They stopped and grabbed a light lunch at a near by cafe' and talked about everything together. He told her what made him decide to be a professional wrestler, and she told him about what put her on her path to college.
"So what about Josh? Where is his father?" Punk asked her.
"Ahh, Jake... well, to be honest, Jake is around for his son. But we can't stand each other. It's hard. There was a time when he was the sweetest person in the world to me. Swept me off my feet and then some. I guess I should have known when he proposed to me." She said with a laugh.
"Wait, how did he propose to you?" He asked her confused.
"Do I really need to spell it out?" She said giving him a look.
After a minute or so, he finally grasped what she meant.
"He asked you to marry him after sex? What a dumbass!" Punk said laughing.
"At the time, I was young and stupid. I thought he was being romantic about it." She said shaking her head.
"No it sounds like he tried to rip that from a movie, and you being the dumdum that you are, fell for it!" He said as he continued to laugh at her.
"Ha-Ha. Like I said, young and stupid. But after I got pregnant and had our son, which he begged me for by the way, he changed. He stopped being there for me. Suddenly, it was all about other women." She said sadly.
"And you stayed? Why?"
"I loved him, and as stupid as it was, I thought that he would change. He would realize that I stuck with him through everything and that he would realize I was that one. I was an idiot. He finally left me on my birthday several months ago for another woman. He kicked me out of the house, that I helped pay for to by the way, and moved her right in. Two weeks after I moved out, mind you." She replied sadly.
"That's cold." He said in shock.
"That's Jake. He only wants me around when he wants me around. Other than that, when ever he meets a new woman, he starts pushing me away. Finally, I just gave up. I can't make him or anyone else for that matter love me. So I don't try any more. I would rather be alone than ever go through the pain of getting my heart ripped to shreds again. Fuck that shit." She said with a smile.
He smiled at her, but he didn't fully believe her. Not after the way she talked about those swans a little while ago. But he let it be. He knew how it was, he was the kind to avoid commitments, so it is what it is.

After they were done, they made their way back to the hotel so they could grab some of their things, and go to the arena for RAW. Once they got there, Persephaine was whisked away for wardrobe and make up. Having no idea what the hell was going on, she just went with the flow. All the while, smiling and thinking about her time with Phil earlier that day. He really did make her relax and have a great time with him. He was very smart, even if he was a smart ass, but that was just a part of who he was. She felt lucky to have seen this hidden part of him.
"Persephaine Sin-Claire!" A voice boomed behind her.
Turning in her chair, she saw the chairman himself. Her eyes widened, and she went to get up from her chair before being shoved back down by the stylist.
"Hello sir! I would get up and shake your hand, but she won't let me." Persephaine said, pointing to the stylist.
"I'm working on her hair right now sir, so she needs to stay sitting down." The stylist told him.
"It's fine, and you may call me Vince. I read about what you did, and a few of my talent told me about as well. That was a really brave thing you did that night." He told her smiling.
"I'm a mother, I did what any mom would do." She answered him honestly.
"I'm glad you came out here, after we do your segments on RAW, we're going to do an interview with you for the WWE website. What do you think about that?" He asked her.
"I'm nervous about the segments, what did you have in mind?" She asked him.
"Well, I'll have Micheal Cole bring you out to the ring to introduce you to the people, and to do an interview with him. Now keep in mind, he will be in character, so yes he might get a little intense on you. Do you think you could play off that?" The Chairman asked her looking serious.
"Oh you bet I can! Ha! I can't stand his character on the shows, so trust me, I'll have your crowd eating out of the palm of my hand. And I won't swear, well not censor worthy at least." She laughed at him.
Vince smiled at her.
"That's great, he'll bring out Punk so you guys can have a, "first meeting," since that night."
"That'll work. But I can tell that there is something more you're not telling me." She said seriously.
"Well Punk is a heel right now. So we have an idea or two on what can happen. So as soon as you're done in here, I need you to make your way to my temporary office I have set up here, so we can decide which option will be the best for you both." He said.
"No problem, as long as he's not going to put me in the GTS, I'll be fine with the options you want to throw my way. That would be way too obvious." She said.
"Scratch that idea then." He mumbled.
"Well it was nice to meet you Persephaine, and please if you need anything don't hesitate to ask any one of my staff members or myself personally." He said with a smile.
"Thank you once again sir... I mean Vince." She said as she turned red.
After she was done in wardrobe and makeup, she went to go track down Vince's temporary office. Once there, she knocked on the door and walked inside. There sat Punk, ready to go in his New Nexus shirt and trunks with his star boots. Vince sat behind a desk and three other people were sitting in the room.
"Did I come at a bad time?" She asked.
"Nope, you're just in time actually." Vince smiled at her.
She sat down in the only seat left, which was beside Punk, and looked at the chairman.
"So some members of my creative team came up with a few ideas. You already shot down the GTS idea."
"I can't believe you would even suggest that I do that on a female, much less a female with no wrestling experience." Phil piped in.
"It was just a suggestion Phil." He snapped at him.
"As I was saying, since you shot that idea down, we have two more." He said looking at her and smiling again.
"Ok, what are we looking at here?" She asked. Now she was starting to get nervous.
"He can either come out there and talk crap to you about everything, or.." He paused.
"Or what?" She asked looking from him to Punk. Punk kept looking away from her. This is not going in a good direction at all.
"He can just walk out there, kiss you, and leave you in the ring and walk back to the backstage area. If that's the case, we're going to put you in a couple of backstage segments with him, where it will happen again." Vince told her.
It was at this point, her jaw hit the floor.
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