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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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Chapter 6: Can't Turn Back Now...

"Look at me now! Look at me now! I'm getting pay-per!" John Cena sang out horribly from listening to his iPod, and Persephaine felt like she was gonna shoot herself.

How many times could someone listen to that song on fucking repeat? Was he serious? Then she looked every where around the room, hoping to find a hidden camera or two, because the only logical explanation for this crap was: she was getting Punk'd.

Then, just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, he attempted the Busta Rhymes rapping part of the song. That was when her jaw dropped.

"What fourth dimension of hell did I just step into?" She whispered to herself.

After letting John try to get half through the very fast verse, she slammed her book shut.

"John! John! Just stop! Jesus Christ, you are not Busta fucking Rhymes! You are a semi-talented white boy rapper, but not even you can keep up with him! Please stop, I'm begging you!" She said as she took his headphones off of his head.

John blushed a deep shade of red, and smiled.

"That loud huh?" He asked with a chuckle.

"If the fans are waiting for us in the next city at the hotel, it's because they heard your ass coming, I promise!" She fired back at him in response.

"Ouch, that hurts!" He said holding his big hand over his heart.

She just have him a disbelieving look, to which he just laughed harder at her for.

"So, are you ready to talk?" He asked her, as he took his headphones off completely.

Persephaine looked at her book and turned a slight shade of red. Truth was, she didn't want to talk about this with John, he had an uncanny way of know when she wasn't being straight forward about something.

"Not really." She told him honestly.

"Persephaine, c'mon, it's me. You know, John, your self dubbed teddy bear!" He said back with a hint of a laugh in his voice and a crooked smile gracing his handsome face.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, and in a snap, she looked him dead in the eyes.

"It's not true. What Beth said about me? No, it's not true. I'm innocent. I never worked with Laurinitis, and I never set up Punk." Persephanie told him, annoyed to be defending herself once more.

"Actually, I believe you." He smiled at her.

She was shocked and her jaw was practically hanging from her head.

"You do?" She asked him curiously.

"Yes, I do. Think about it, this story is just now going to come out, after you and Punk come back? Why didn't Laurinitis say anything after Punk's promo? It doesn't make sense on the timing, that and the fact that old Acey Boy helped you look like a fucking rock star at Money In The Bank with that flying cross body. That was still flawless by the way." He added.

Stunned, she sat back in her seat.

"Well... thank you."

"Besides if I thought you were capable of something like that, you wouldn't be riding with me right now. I'm just stumped that Punk left you like that." He told her sadly.

"Put yourself in his position, he just heard something about me, that makes him question everything I've ever done with or for him. And he heard it from an ex girlfriend no less. He probably thinks I'm no better than the girls he's dated in the past." She expressed out loud.

"Still, Persephaine that's unacceptable. You guys are together, you're a team. I'm having a hard time remembering how he even was before you anymore. That's how much you've influenced him for the better. If he loves you as much as he says he does, then he would have asked you about it. Not just assumed that it's true. I'm flabbergasted at how cold he was to you! You of all people! The one person he says he can actually see himself mar... I mean... being with for the rest of his life. It's just not cool, I expected better from him. Quite frankly, I'm astounded that you're sitting here not telling me the same thing." With that, no one could accuse John Cena, of not being able to be in tune with his intuitive side.

"You don't think that this bothers me? It does!" She snapped at him.

"But John, you'll be happy to know that when we get to the arena, Punk and I will be going out to get time to ourselves and talk. He texted me last night wanting to talk about everything. He even told me that he felt like a douchebag for it." Persephaine felt bad that her and Punk were lying to people about their rift, but it had to be done. It was the only way to catch John Laurinitis in his lies, and everyone had to believe they were being ripped apart because of it.

"That's good. At least he's being logical now, Punk's always had a bit of a hot head side to him. Don't misunderstand me, he's my friend, but how he just left you like that..." He sighed as he locked eyes with Persephaine.

"I know." She whispered to him.

Her phone started going off, playing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams," by Green Day, it was a ringtone Punk picked out for her to play whenever he called her Blackberry.

"It's Punk," she said as she got up and walked to the back of John's bus to talk to him in private.

"Hey." She answered the phone, sounding slightly defeated.

"Hey, how are you?" From the sound of his voice, Persephaine knew he was beating himself up horribly over this.

"I'm okay. You?" She asked him, concerned.

"I'll be better when I can see you again. I miss you. A lot." He told her honestly.

"I miss you too." She said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

As Persephaine stood in the hallway of John's bus and talked with Punk on her phone, John sat back and watched her. She was a lovely girl who meant well, and was trying to give people what they wanted: change. He just hoped that her dreams weren't about to be squashed out by jealous people like Laurinitis and Beth Phoenix. He was one of the few that knew that Persephaine was the one pushing for Beth the get the Diva's title, her main reason was that Beth was more deserving than most of the diva's division. He bet his bottom dollar that if Beth actually knew this, she wouldn't be quite as nasty to Persephaine as she's been the past several weeks. People never ceased to amaze him, especially Persephaine, herself. No matter how nasty and mean people were to her, she still would try to make the best and fair executive decision for them. Her main reason was that personal dislikes have no business being involved in good business decisions, something that most of the company didn't share with her.

John saw a hint of a smile grace her features as she talked to Punk over the phone. It looked like they were going to smooth things over, which was good. He could tell she really loved him, reguardless of the new fame the both of them were experiencing. She actually loved him for him, and anyone who was around the two for more than five minutes, could see Punk would marry the girl tomorrow if he could. He would never forget the conversation they had along with Kofi, in John's locker room a couple of weeks prior.

"How was New Orleans man?" Kofi asked with a smirk on his face. John looked up from lacing his sneakers, his interest peaked.

"It was actually pretty good. Her son is amazing. Very smart little boy, I'm positive he's gonna give her a run for her money when he's older. The coolest thing though, he's always down with trying to give her a little hell! It's great. We actually pranked her the day before yesterday. Persephaine was outside washing her car, and the next thing I know, Josh is trying to talk me into sneaking up on her, and throwing a bucket of water on his mom! He has a wicked sense of humor." Punk laughed, as Kofi and John joined in with him.

"Did you get a picture?" John asked playfully with a wink.

"Very funny Cena." Punk said back, smirking and shaking his head.

"So is it safe to say, her son actually likes you?" Kofi asked curiously.

Punk stopped sorting out through his bag for a moment and thought about it.

"I think so. I can't speak for the little guy, but I do think so. I mean, he walked in on me kissing his mom in the kitchen when we thought he was taking a nap, and he didn't say anything. He just went right into the living room and asked me to play with him. Although, he did tell me something... interesting."

"Oh?" Cena said sitting back on the bench, wondering what had Punk so perplexed.

"He said he's happy that his mom isn't sad anymore." Punk said as he looked down in his bag once more.

Kofi and John's eyes both widened at this revelation. Neither of them, knowing what to think about this.

"How does that make you feel?" Kofi, finally plucking up the courage first, asked him.

"You want to know the truth?" He asked his friend, looking him in the eye.

"I wouldn't have asked, if I didn't want to know bro." Kofi said back seriously.

"It made me feel amazing, and nervous at the same time. I'm not a father, hell... I don't know if I'll ever be a father one day. I don't think he confuses me as taking the place of his father either, I think he actually realizes that Persephaine means everything to me, and that I care about him through that. Truth is, Josh is rubbing off on me in a good way. Every time Persephaine wants to do something, such as knock an idiot out, all that runs through my head is Josh and the effects everything has on him. That's what scares me... I have no idea what the hell this new territory is that I'm in, but I know I'm falling even harder for her. I want her in my life, and I can't see a future without her. I love her." Punk expressed as he sat down on the bench, facing both of the guys.

John started to laugh.

"I know exactly where this is going... I did the same thing when it comes to Liz. Punk... you're considering taking the relationship to the next level. Which is odd for you. You were with other girls for a couple of years, and the closest you ever got to that was Beth moving in with you. Now you're with Persephaine, and not for long I might add, and I think it's safe to say... you'd marry that woman in heartbeat if you could." John laughed even harder.

Kofi snapped his attention back to Punk, who looked stunned, and realized that Cena was actually right.

"Holy shit..." Kofi whispered, astounded by this revelation.

"I don't know about all that..." Punk answered hesitantly, with a nervous chuckle.

"I mean I've wanted her since..."

"You met her." Kofi and John finished for him.

Punk threw them a dirty look.

"Dude don't even try to deny it. You couldn't keep your eyes off of her that night, and I should know, I was out in the ring with you! Remember?" John said with a chuckle.

"I don't know... I can't explain it. It's like a magnetic pull I've never experienced before. Something about her just draws me in, and I don't ever want to leave. She challenges me, sets a higher standard for me to reach every step of the way, I can't get enough of her. The funny thing is, she doesn't even try to be this way."

Kofi and John just shared a look, then looked back at Punk.

"So if you had the chance to marry her tomorrow, you're telling me you wouldn't do it?" John boldly asked Punk.

Phil sat there in thought for a moment...

"I don't know..." He answered with a smile.

"So Phil and I are gonna meet up at the hotel instead. He says he doesn't want to wait until we reach the arena." She said as she sat down, snapping John out of his thoughts.

"Good, I'm happy he's owning up to fact that he had a bone head moment. He needs to talk this out with you." John said sternly.

"I know teddy bear. Trust me, I know." She smiled up at him.

Once they arrived at the arena, Persephaine and Punk seemed to both be in a better mood. When he got to her hotel room, he proceeded to tell her just how bad he felt about having to do what he did, and she proceeded to shut him up with all those unnecessary apologies. There's something to be said about, "make-up," sex, even though they didn't actually have anything to make up for. But still, Punk couldn't wipe the smirk off of his face as they entered the arena together.

"Could you stop that! They're gonna catch on. We're suppose to look united, but tense." She whispered harshly to him.

"Can't help it. Besides where did you learn how to do that thing with your jaw and tongue?" He leaned in her ear and asked her, as he had a very nice flash back to her going down on him in her hotel room.

She closed her eyes, sighed and turned beat red.

"Fuck you." She whispered back to him.

"You already did. But, I'm down for a nice quickie in the shower if you are." He smirked as wagged his eyebrows at her.

She just tightened her jaw, and kept her eyes forward.

"Fine then, be like that." He pouted at her, as he opened the door to their shared dressing room.

"I've got to go find Stephanie and talk to her. She wants to go over these new developments with me. Something about bringing these real feud's to television. Not like that wasn't expected anyway, your ex girlfriend made that damn near impossible!" She exasperated sarcastically.

He hugged her close to him, and kissed her hair.

"Give 'em hell beautiful." He encouraged her.

"You know me... I'm all about giving someone hell." She smirked up at him.

The second Persephaine sat down in the chair in front of Stephanie McMahon, she noticed that her boss was armed with information scattered all over her desk, and ready to get down to business.

"I know that you know what we have to do now." Stephanie started off.

"You want to bring this to television, and it's not like we can't after that video of Beth and I went viral." The younger woman said with a sigh of annoyance.

"How do you feel about us airing the viral video, and you going out to the ring to call out Laurinitis?" The vice president of the creative department asked her friend.

"Looks like I don't have a choice. What's done is done. My only question is, why this outlandish story? You and I both know he's full of it Steph..."

"I know, and it quite frankly it worries me that not only has he decided to pump this false story around, but you know that he's gonna come up with something to frame you with as his proof." Stephanie answered back, as she sat back in her chair.

"Stephanie, you aren't stupid. You and I both know where the final destination of this ends." Persephaine said to Stephanie quietly.

Vince's daughter looked at the younger woman, deep in thought.

"Well if we're gonna stop beating around the bush and talk seriously about this, then let's start talking very seriously. You know he's trying his hardest to get you fired. I don't want to see you go, neither does my husband or most importantly my father. But just the three of us alone, can't overthrow a majority board vote. Your time is limited. I am asking you Persephaine... what do you want me to do?"

Persephaine sat back fully in her seat, and looked off to her left side, down at the floor. She chewed on her bottom lip. This is what she's been keeping from Punk since this whole thing started, and she prayed that he would forgive her for what she needed to do.

"I'm not giving the fucking board the satisfaction of firing me. I know you don't want to Stephanie, but I need you to make Laurinitis think that you're jumping ship on me. Make him believe that you want to help him get me out of here, that you're doing what's best for business. I've seen your old heel days, you were one of the strongest female baddies back in the day. You'll have to tap into that. I need you to make a recommendation to him. Recommend to him that even though I'm pushing his buttons, don't throw me under the bus just yet. Have him make a stipulation that you both know it's only a matter of time before I break." Persephaine told her boss.

"I'm assuming you mean Beth. Maybe something along the lines of not being able to engaging into a fight with her." Stephanie just sat back and smirked.

"Bingo. You know... it's scary how much we think alike sometimes. If the guys had any idea, they would move heaven and Earth to keep us from being able to plan anything together!" Persephaine chuckled.

"You're not lying about that!" She exclaimed with a laugh at her young friend.

"We don't have to do this Persephaine. You just came back from that short lived vacation with Punk. He wants you by his side through everything that's about to happen."

"We also might not have a choice. But I'll hold out as long as I can. I plan on at least staying until Hell In A Cell. I'm gonna endure rumors, whispers, and everything else. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before, but I really want to make it to Hell In A Cell before I leave. We've already discussed plans for Alberto, Cena, and Punk at that pay per view. They're not finalized yet, and with you getting in good with Laurinitis, we might be able to get our plans off the ground that way. At least then, you can blame me for the chaos we're about to create there." She smiled at her boss.

"That would come in pretty handy." Stephanie agreed, nodding her head.

"Besides I have plans for old Johnny Ace. Plans that I need your help with. I won't be able to get my hands on him until he feels like he's won by getting me out the door, and I get Punk to get Ace to slip up. You know talented Punk is at being an annoying, disrespectful, pain in the ass. I plan on capitalizing on that."

"How?" Stephanie asked quizzically.

"Easy. Give him a reason to try to screw Punk out of the title. Once we do, it's only a matter of time before he slips up and admits it. If there is one thing that's true, everyone has a breaking point. I plan on pushing John Laurinitis to his. He wants to destroy my credibility? He wants to destroy my career? He wants to act like he can go over your head? Over your husband's? Over your own father's? I'm going to take him out of the game for good. While he thinks I'm sitting out on the sidelines, he won't be aware of just how many ropes I setting him up to hang himself with behind the scenes. I need you to put me in contact with a WWE superstar with talents that no one can touch. I need to train. I'll have from October to February to train. I need this to be a person that will teach me to be as ruthless as I'll need to be for what I have planned. If we can't get Laurinitis to crack by February, we're screwed. I'm putting everything on the line for this Stephanie. The future of your family's company is in that man's hands whether you want to admit that or not, only because of his hold on the board members. I need to be trained by the best of the best. Only when I'm training will I reveal the final part of my plan. I just hope you can trust me. So far you have, but now I'm asking you to blindly trust my judgment. Is that something you can do Stephanie?" She finished, not once breaking eye contact with the chairman's daughter.

Stephanie sat back in thought, absorbing everything that Persephanie just revealed to her.

"What about Punk?"

"He can't know about this Stephanie, we both know he'll never agree to me doing this. He'll insist that there is another way, when you and I both know, there's not." Persephaine answered.

"You're willing to jeopardize your future with Punk over this?" Stephanie asked her, hardly believing what she was hearing.

"No... I'm jeopardizing it to save him, his career, and everything he's worked so hard for. And to save this company before Laurinitis runs it into the ground. As far as Punk is concerned, it's the same plan as usual, try to prove that Laurinitis is a fraud. What he doesn't understand is, we won't be able to do that until Laurinitis feels like he's won." She told her boss with an intense honesty.

Stephanie sighed.

"Okay, I'll help you and I fully trust you. I also believe I have the perfect superstar in mind to help you train. We've been trying to get him to come back for a little while now, but he refuses to at the moment. Maybe you can change his mind." She said as she wrote a name and number down on a piece of paper, before handing it to Persephaine.

Her eyes, grew into the size of large saucers, the second she read the name on the paper Stephanie handed her.

"Oh this is perfect!" She smirked at her boss.

"I expect you to find away to make him come back, and if he agrees, I might have an idea for an amazing promo to welcome you both back with." Stephanie told her with a smile.

"Consider it done." Persephaine said confidently.

"Good. Oh and Persephaine? Do not make me regret this!" Stephanie warned her sternly.

"Trust me. I won't."

"Good, now go get ready to call out Laurinitis tonight, so we can kick this thing off."

With that, Persephaine excused herself from Stephanie's presence. She had to go get ready, because he date with destiny, starting tonight.

As Persephaine made her way to the ring, she noticed a definite shift in how the fans were reacting to her. They were torn, half were cheering and the other half was either quite or booing. Keeping her head held high, she climbed between the ropes and signaled for a microphone.

"Micheal, I don't know what Persephaine has got to be feeling right now, as we saw in that video we showed earlier she's got to be in shock over what's going on." The King told his fellow commentator Micheal Cole.

"I knew she was a weasel! I've said it from day one King! This girl is no good, and I for one, am happy that Beth Phoenix told everyone the truth about her!" Cole exclaimed wildly from his spot at the announcers table.

"Cole, you're an idiot. I don't believe for one second that Persephaine is capable of those things that Beth wildly claimed. Beth sounds jealous of her to be honest, and another thing... if this is true, how come it's just now coming out?" The King questioned curiously.

"King I think you're being naïve, that woman is a snake. Plain and simple. Hopefully, Triple H does his job and fires her tonight!" Cole's nasty reply only made The King roll his eyes at him.

"The only one Triple H needs to fire around here is you Cole! For being such a moron!" Jerry Lawler snapped back at him.

Back in the ring, Persephaine surveyed the crowd around her, before bring the microphone up to her lips.

"I can not tell you what's been going through my mind over the past 48 hours... Shock, anger, even sadness. So this is his infamous plan huh? Frame me for something he knows damn well, never took place, and try to get me out of here... Wow. If John Laurinitis can be accused of anything, it's his lack of imagination!" She paused as the fans answered her with another mixed reaction.

"I know exactly what this looks like guys, I'm not an idiot unlike Cole over there, I know this actually looks bad on me."

"Just who the hell does she think she's calling an idiot? She's the one that got caught in her own lies!" Cole fired back at her, from his spot at the announcers table, for her comment.

"With that being said, I'm going to let you all know now: What Beth Phoenix said to me, was a complete lie! And I want John Laurinitis himself to come down to this ring, and explain this crap to me! So help me God Ace, if I have to go chase your ass down in the back, you won't like me when I'm done with you. I suggest you just come on down here and actually face me." Persephaine demanded, with her eyes ablaze.

She waited for a few minutes, and he still hadn't made his way to the ring to talk to her yet.

"See? If he was telling the truth, he would have gladly stepped up to the plate to prove that I was lying-" Suddenly she was cut off by Triple H's theme music, as the fans jumped to their feet, cheering for him.

Persephaine looked on, wondering why he was coming out here. As Triple H stepped onto the ramp, she realized why: he wasn't alone. Like the cowardly little boy he was, John Laurinitis brought himself a body guard. She rolled her eyes at this. Because of her support of Punk, she had to believe that Paul was actually going to conspire against her now too.

"Persephaine, I know you're upset, but if you want we can go to my office and sort this out. You don't have clearance to be out here in the ring, taking up air time." Triple H told her professionally, as they made their way down to the ring towards her.

"The hell with clearances! I got one, the second this moron decided to lie about me, and unleash that she-beast Beth Phoenix on me pubically!" She fired back at him, as the fans cheered her.

John Laurinitis then stepped up to try to defuse the situation.

"Persephaine, as Triple H said we can talk this all out in the back. We don't have to do this in public... and you don't have clearance to be out here right now. Get a grip on your professional bearings and let's go." He tried to tell her.

"You can kiss my ass and go to hell with your trying order me around! You better give me one good reason why I shouldn't knock you into the middle of next year, for you spreading lies about me!" She seethed at him dangerously, as she stepped to his face.

Laurinitis took a step back, going behind Triple H, like the coward he was.

"Persephaine, please let's just go to the back-" Triple H was soon cut off...

"I said NO damn it! I'm not one of those people he can publically humiliate, by trying to destroy me and my credibility, and expect me to take that lying down!"

"But you'll build it by lying on your back right?" Laurinitis hissed at her from behind Triple H, as the crowd expressed their shock at this.

"You lying son of a-," with that she threw her microphone to the side and launched herself after him.

Triple H snatched her in mid air and had to hold her back as she threw a well aimed punch for Laurinitis' head. He barely missed it, as he ducked down behind the bigger framed, Triple H. The fans were going nuts, they were out of their seats cheering as Persephaine tried everything she could to get out of his vice like grip on her.

"I'm gonna beat you within an inch of your miserable life Laurinitis! Just wait! I got you!" She screamed at him, as "Cult Of Personality," suddenly came on over the arena speakers and Punk ran to the ring.

He threw Triple H's arm's off of her, while yelling at him to get his hands off of her.

This gave Persephaine enough time to get around Triple H and chase Laurinitis around the ring. Punk stood back, as he watched his girl land a beautifully placed punch to John's back, knocking him down to the mat. She climbed on top of him and started wailing punches to him before Triple H picked her up, and practically threw her off of him. Punk immediately stepped up to Triple H's face, shoving him back, and the both of them had an intense yelling match.

"You can't throw a 130 pound woman around like that! You could seriously hurt her!" Punk fired at him, anger displaying perfectly on his face.

"You better get her under control, before I have to fire her for this stunt Punk!" Triple H roared back at him, as Punk turned as saw Persephaine going back after the fallen Laurinitis again.

Punk growled, stepped over and snatched up Persephaine before she did anymore damage.

"Stop! You're gonna get fired if you don't stop!" He yelled in her ear, trying to get her to calm down.

Persephaine stopped struggling, and was thankful she came to the ring tonight in a nice shirt and shorts for a change. She was almost positive if she wore a dress, her business would be hanging out by now.

"Okay! I'm fine!" She yelled back at him as he put her down, and kept his arms around her.

"Who's on their back now bitch?" She told Laurinitis in her microphone that Punk handed her, as the fans cheered her.

"Persephaine shut your mouth! Your little stunt just got you suspended!" Triple H roared at her.

"WHAT!" She yelled back at him as the fans booed Triple H for this.

"You heard me! You're suspended for a week! And I'm fining you 1000 dollars for this! I can't have you beating up on anyone! You're a member of the crew and talent, but you must remember your place because you're not a wrestler! You can't just put your hands on people because they say things that you don't like! Whether he may or may not have lied about you, isn't the point anymore! I have to suspend you, so take your suspension and go. Your ass better be thankful that I didn't fire you for this!" Triple H seethed at her, as she just stood in Punk's arms breathing heavily.

"Let me go Punk. If I'm gonna get suspended, I might as well get something out before I go." She told him with an eery calmness in her voice.

Punk let her go.

"You don't know what kind of hell I went through because of this man's lies! Lies that got out because he pumped them into Beth Phoenix's head! I almost lost Punk over this, he wouldn't even speak to me because of this until earlier yesterday! Luckily, he came around, realized this isn't right because why didn't Laurinitis say something before, and didn't let this ruin everything we have. When someone threatens to take away everything I know and love, I will destroy them for it. If you think this is over, you're wrong. This... is just the beginning." With that she slammed the microphone back in his chest, and stepped out of the ring.

Triple H, gave Punk a hard glare as he walked past him, and followed Persephaine out of the ring. Holding hands as the made their way up the ramp, Punk continued to send glares at the two men in the ring, as did Persephaine.

Once they got behind the curtain, they were met with a shocked Stephanie.

"Persephaine, when I said call Laurinitis out, I didn't mean that!" She exclaimed in shock.

"You know why I did it though." She sighed to her friend.

"I know, but you know he had to suspend you for it. But between you and me, I was secretly cheering you on, and I know Paul was as well." She smiled at her young friend and employee.

"Thanks Steph." Persephaine smirked at her.

"Go home, spend some time with your son. You can't be at Summer Slam now, but you can spend that time with your son." She said hopefully.

"You know what, it will be a welcomed relief!" Persephaine smiled.

"Actually Steph, could she be there as maybe an audience member?" Punk asked the McMahon daughter.

Stephanie smiled.

"Yes she can. There's no stipulation in place against that. I'll make the arrangements."

"It's settled then. Spend the rest of the week with your son, I'll meet you at Summer Slam. Unless you want me to fly in Thursday, and we'll fly out Saturday for the show on Sunday?" Punk asked her.

"Whatever you choose is fine with me. As long as I get to spend time with Josh, I'll be happy. Besides, I don't want Colt to feel like I've completely stolen his best friend." She said with a smile.

"Tell you what. I'll spend Thursday and Friday back in chi-town, and you and I can fly to LA on Saturday for the show. Sound good?" He compromised with her.

"Sounds great."

"Well, go ahead and get going. Paul and Laurinitis will have a segment in a few minutes, and I think we both know he's going to maintain you're lying in it." Stephanie said sadly.

"Let him. So far, he hasn't provided any proof. But I think he knows now that I'm not some scared little girl he can bully."

"If I hear of any of this so called, 'proof,' I'll call you asap." Stephanie promised her.

"Thanks. See you next Monday." She said as she wondered back to her and Punk's dressing room, with Punk holding her hand the entire time.
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