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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 7: When We Collide, We Crash In A Perfect And Lethal Way.
"Those are the only options?" Persephaine asked dumbstruck by this news.
"Those are the only ones, unless you have something else in mind, which I would be open to hear." Vince told her.
She looked over at Punk, who had finally looked over at her.
"What do you think?" Her mouth suddenly dry, as flashes of earlier that morning were tearing through her mind.
He smirked at her, that sexy, panty dropping smirk. Uh oh... stupid move.
"Nevermind!" She answered for him right off the bat. Scared of what he would say. He pouted and turned back to Vince. Who was watching the interaction between the two. This was an interesting development indeed.
"Ok, give me a minute to think here." She stood from her seat and began to pace around the room.
"Persephaine is currently in college to hopefully get hired on here one day in the creative department." Punk told Vince.
"Punk! What the hell?" She asked him, shocked and embarrassed that he would tell Vince this!
"Really now?" Vince perked up at this. "Well, Persephaine, consider this your test. I'm interested in hearing what you may come up with, along with more ideas." He told her smiling.
She was absolutely stunned to say the very least.
"You and I will talk about you and your big mouth later." She said to Punk.
"Consider that payback for not letting me answer your question earlier." He smirked at her and told her in his smartass tone. She rolled her eyes at him.
After a few minutes of pacing and mumbling to herself, she finally came up with an option.
"Ok, without taking anything away from your creative department already, I'm just adding a spice to this." She said looking at Vince warily. Punk perked up at this, he had been dying to hear some of her ideas. Now she was finally going to make a little progress in the change department. Time to take the leap and either fly or crash and burn.
"Ok, the second option is out. It's unrealistic. Punk and I have already been joking publicly on Twitter between eachother. So like I said, that makes the second option void." She said as she took a deep breath, all the while, watching Vince's expressions.
"Why is it no one in my creative department has informed me about this? Or even applied it to the ideas that are presented?" He snapped at the other three people in the room.
"Sir, we don't know why this wasn't thought of before, but we will get to the bottom of this and make sure it doesn't happen again." One woman offered up to the chairman.
"Make damn sure it doesn't Mary Ann." He warned her. "Please continue Persephaine." He told her with a smile.
"That leaves the third option. But instead of him just going to the ring and laying one on me, why not give him something snappy and creative to say after he does it?" She offered.
"Like what?" Punk asked her.
"Last time I checked, creative doesn't write your lines or promos for you. You have a nice little talent for it all by yourself. But for arguments sake, it has to be like a back handed compliment after your little, 'Thank You,' display. Maybe something along the lines of, not going for the everyday fan, that sort of thing gets people a reputation..." She said to him.
"I see where you're going with this, and that's not too bad, it sticks to my heel character. Plus everyone knows we're smartasses to eachother publicly." Punk said to her smiling.
"Trust me, it's not that I don't think their idea is too horribly bad, because I don't..." She said shaking her head out of where she was going with that. "It's just that it needs to have an unexpected effect on the fans." She told them while looking at the wall to her left.
"Alright, what else?" Vince asked her.
"After which, I will slap him for his insult, then when Micheal Cole starts spouting off at the mouth for me even daring to touch one of the celebrated members of the talent, I will slap the hell out of him before exiting the ring. Which Punk will be watching me with his smirk the whole time." She said.
Vince and Punk soaked in for a moment before both of them smiled at her.
"That's brilliant!" Punk said to her.
"It is pretty good. I'm happy with that. Now what about the back stage segments?" The chairman asked her.
"Well, before I go out there, have a segment with Punk, and have the New Nexus guys ask him about what he thinks about me coming tonight. Punk will need to elude to something big, like he has a surprise for me when he sees me again. Then after our in ring segment, when I get to the back, I can be steaming mad and on my cell phone talking to someone and explaining why I did what I did. During which time Punk, who has been looking for me since I got out of the ring, finally finds me. You might want to split the cameras while this is going on. Have me talking on the phone first, then have a camera cut from me to Punk stalking around the backstage area looking for me. Keep doing it two more times, once he finds me, I'll hang up from my phone call and look at Punk, who is sporting a nice pink cheek from my slap earlier. He'll say something smartass to me, I will do the same, which we start arguing, and he finally asks me why I deemed it necessary to slap him. When I explain it to him, he'll back me into the wall, and tell me that I reacted, I enjoyed it. Which time I'll deny it, and he'll pin me against the wall and he'll do it again. When he does, after a minute of giving into it, I'll shove him away from him, and let him know he's wrong about me, then I'll run off. And that covers your mandatory backstage kiss scene as well correct?" She asked.
Finally it was Vince and Punk's turns to look stunned. Now she was nervous, she just knew that in any moment, she was about to be laughed out of this very office. She cringed, expecting the worst.
"That is..." Punk said floored.
"Amazing." Vince finished.
Persephaine stood there floored. They liked it? They really liked it! She smiled.
"Persephaine, come and see me after the show, I want to bounce more ideas off of you if that's ok?" Vince said, before barking orders to his creative staff members to get the script and have it done in less than an hour an a half. Which they went racing for the door.
"I was going to say, buzz worthy. Persephaine, the internet is going to light up after this airs. Are you sure you can do this?" Punk asked her, worried she might not be ready for this.
"As ready as I'll ever be. Consider it an experiment." She told him with a smile.
"Well you two go practice that argument scene with my camera crew. So that way Persephaine you know what to expect." Vince told them.
"Alright, ladies first." Punk said holding open the door for her.
Once they were outside of his office, Persephaine turned to Punk.
"Are you sure this isn't too stupid. I trust your opinion. I'm starting to think of you as a friend, and a close one at that, so are you sure?" She asked him, uncertainty showing in her blue eyes.
"I think it's great. You're going to do great things when you finally get here full time." Phil told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and taking her to where they were going to shoot the scene.
"Yeah, but you won't be here." She whispered to him.
"Stop thinking about that please." He asked her, feeling bad about it.
"Sorry." She weakly offered him.
"It's fine, just enjoy the time you do get with me!" He answered her smugly.
"By the way, you look absolutely, sinfully, angelic tonight." He told her holding her out for him fully see. She was wearing a black one shoulder sleeve dress, with ribbon tie, black, platformed heel shoes.
She blushed at his obvious flirting.
"Thanks you big old flirt." She said laughing.
"You're welcome. It's not going to be hard to kiss you, you know. It's not everyday they offer up beautiful girls for me to kiss on national television." He said smirking at her.
"About what I said in the office, you know I was trying to explain it in a way that didn't offend you right?" She stammered.
"Yup, sure." He said smiling.
"Hey you guys, we need you to practice the end part of the scene. Punk start from where you tell Persephaine you think she enjoyed the kiss." The director told them. They were on the backstage office set.
"Alright places, and action!" He yelled out.
"You know what I think? I think you enjoyed it Persephaine. You're only lying to yourself and everyone else if you tell me you didn't. The way your arms went around my neck, the way you fit so close to me, the way you responded to my kiss. Persephaine, I could have you if I really wanted to. Is that what you want? A challenge? A chase? Because it's not wise to start the game if you have no intention of finishing it." He said as he took a few steps closer to her.
"You sound like a damn stalker right now! You have no idea what you're talking about! I didn't enjoy being told that I was basically a high end ring rat! How dare you? I'm nothing like that, and that is certainly not why I saved you and that little boy that night Punk." She said as she started to lose the heat of the argument out of her eyes and voice and it was being replaced by the heat and spark of something else. She was fighting a losing battle, but she would never give in first.
"May be I shouldn't have said that." He said suddenly lifting her up against the wall, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. "Maybe I should have told you, that ever since that night I first locked eyes with you, I have wanted nothing more than to get you to myself. Is that so bad Persephaine? Is it so bad, that for one night I want you all to myself? I can see it in your eyes, you want it too. Like I said, don't start a game you can't finish beautiful." He said as he went kiss her, but before he could...
"CUT! That was perfect! Do that same thing again later on, and we'll have it!" Vince said as he watched from behind the camera crew.
Punk set Persephaine down, who was blushing like crazy. Punk seemed to look a little pink in the cheeks as well. Vince noticed the amazing chemistry from both of them right of the bat, back in his office. Yeah, he was positive he was making the right decision after watching this.
"Mary-Ann, make a story line for Persephaine and Punk. I'm gonna ask her to stay a little while longer. The fans are going to eat this up." He said to her, as he turned and walked off.
Persephaine and Punk walked back to his dressing room together. She sat on the couch, and stared at her phone. She had NO idea what to say to him. That had to be the hottest thing she had ever done with a guy. Even if it was scripted and fake. Too bad, she thought to herself. Punk sighed from the chair he was sitting at in front of his mirror.
"Are you alright?" He asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, never once breaking eye contact with her blackberry.
"Then why can't you look me in the eyes?" He asked her with a smirk.
She perked up and looked at him.
"Phil, I'm fine." She assured him.
"This is why I asked if you were sure you could handle this." He told her.
"It wasn't too bad, just definitely not something I'm used to obviously." She replied back to him. Her attention was refocused back on her blackberry.
"It kind of has that effect on all of us the first time. I've been lucky not to have had a kissing scene with any of the Diva's. I had that storyline about Kelly Kelly and Mike Knox, but it was a lot easier on myself and Kelly Kelly because there was no kiss scene between us." He said with a smile.
"I'm just a little nervous that's all. I mean, what if I screw this up beyond belief?" She finally admitted to him, looking up from her phone.
He laughed at her and got up to go sit next to her on the couch.
"Seph, we all get nervous. I would be lying if I said I didn't still get some jitters, but I get a thrill out of it. I love the rush, and I use it as a weapon out there. How do you honestly feel about all of this?"
"Like I'm going to throw up. I'm scared shitless to be completely honest." She told him.
"Well a little advice, listen to some music, get yourself pumped up. That's what I do when I need it." He advised her.
"That sounds like a great idea, I'm probably just being silly." She said with a small smile. With that, she took out her ear buds and plugged them into her phone's headset jack.
"Well, I'm gonna head out there, the show should be starting in a few. Unwind, until they come to get you. Remember to relax, you're going to do great and get everyone talking." He said getting up and walking over to the door.
"Thanks Punkers." She said warmly to him.
"No problem, and the next time you see me, be ready." He said wagging his eyebrows at her.
"Dork." She said laughing as he walked out and shut the door behind him.
After scrolling through her songs on her memory card, she settled on some Flo Rida. His songs always put her in a good and energetic mood, so she chose the Flo Rida playlist and let it play. She laid back on the couch, and closed her eyes, clearing her mind of everything. All of the pressures, everything going on in her personal life, the WWE, Phil, her friends and her family, disappeared as she heard the first notes of, "Elevator," start. Pumped up indeed, she smiled to herself. She sat there this way for must have felt like forever, before feeling a tap on her shoulder. Opening her eyes, it was a techie letting her know she was up in five minutes and that he was there to show her were to go. Taking her earbuds out and getting up from the couch, she walked over to Punk's bag and slid her phone in it. She was going to need to run back and grab it when she was done out in the ring. Looking at herself in the mirror one last time and fixing herself, she finally followed the tech guy out and down to position. Her hands were starting to sweat by the time she reached to entrance area. She could hear Micheal Cole talking out in the ring, and saying how he had the honor to interview the only real fan in the WWE Universe. Of course she could hear all of the boos that he received for this. She laughed, and suddenly didn't feel so nervous any more. Punk was right, all it takes was something to just get you pumped up. Slapping the taste out of Micheal Cole's mouth was definitely that something!
Suddenly she heard him introduce her, and the fans started cheering. The audio people decided to let her go out to the RAW intro theme. She smiled, she loved Nickelback anyway. Finally after taking a deep breath, she stepped out from behind the curtain and on to the famous top of the ramp. She looked around her to see numerous flashes going off from cameras, and to see even a few fans had signs for her. "Persephaine is our WWE Universe Champ!" "Marry Me Persephaine!" to name a couple. It made her smile that much more! Finally deciding to do something she always wanted to do, she walked to both sides of the top ramp and waved to the fans on both sides and blowing them kisses, before walking down the ramp and to the ring. She slapped hands with fans on the barricades, before climbing the steel steps and making her way into the ring. She noticed that they put the red carpet cover over the mat of the ring, and had three chairs set up along with a table with three glasses and a pitcher of water between the first and second chair. Micheal Cole went to shake her hand, which she did. It would be rude not too, and her daddy raised her better than that. She was wondering if her family was watching this back home in New England. He lead her over to the chairs and sat down. Before she sat down though, she gave Cole the hold on signal, and ran over to the turn buckles, she climbed to the second one and held her right hand up in her signature devils horns before pointing at the fans. Much like Kelly Kelly would. The fans ate it up and were cheering her on. She couldn't believe she was actually here!
"She looks great out there," Vince said to his VP of Talent Relations.
"That she does Vince. She would make a very good addition to the RAW roster." He assured the chairman.
"That's what I'm hoping for." Vince said as they watched on their television from backstage.
Back in the ring, Persephaine climbed down from the turn buckle, and walked back over to her seat. She grabbed a microphone and looked at Cole with a smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm a fan just like every one else, and I've ALWAYS wanted to do that!" She said laughing. The fans cheered at this. Even the guys were whistling at her. Which made her blush.
"No problem Miss Sin-Claire! It's understandable." He told her smiling.
"So, how are you feeling tonight Persephaine?" He asked her taking a sip of water from his glass.
"Overwhelmed. But let me say something Cole before we get started, if that's okay with you." She said to him.
"By all means!" He told her.
"I overheard what you said to these people out here and at home tonight before I came out here. I don't agree with you saying that I'm the 'only real' fan in the WWE Universe. These people are all deserving fans, who deserve to shine in their own right. If it were not for these people Micheal, who I'm no better than, you would not have a job right now." She told him looking him in the eyes. The fans exploded in agreement with their cheers.
He smirked and decided to back track.
"Persephaine, it was not an insult to you at all! But you have to admit, you are a way better standard of fan than these people! Look at you, and look at them. You came here dressed to impress, these people came here looking like they just threw on any old thing in their closet! And don't get me started on the fans at home! They're probably in their P.j's as we speak!" He yelled out for every one to hear.
"Micheal, where do you get off telling these people what they can and can't wear? I mean, let's face it, if it weren't for these circumstances, I would probably be one of those fans either in blue jeans and a nice tee shirt, or at home in my damn P.j's! These fans, have more than earned the right to wear what they want, when they come here. I don't see one fan that is over or under dressed here! Another thing, I will only say this one more time, so listen very closely. I am no better than anyone of them. This is my WWE Universe family you are talking crap about, and I do take high offense to that. These fans are the best in the world. We have a bond that is tighter than any gang, or family out there. If you don't believe me, just take a look at the fans who are always on Twitter. They are supportive of one another, and will tear any none believer of the WWE, a new one before we put up with any bull crap out of anyone. Micheal, you might want to tread carefully here. My WWE Universe family doesn't play around with people who just pop off at the mouth to us. Especially when there is no reason for it. We are loyal to our favorite superstars and diva's, and we are loyal to each other. We are a family! Plain and simple." She explained to him once more.
He looked stunned at the reaction of the crowd who cheered and began to chant, "Persephaine! Persephaine!"
"Can we agree to disagree on this Persephaine? I'm not really here to get into politics with you." He asked looking nervous.
"Just don't insult my family in front of me, and yes. We will agree to disagree. Insult them again though, and you won't like me anymore Micheal." She warned him.
"Damn she's getting them to eat out of the palm of her hand!" Punk said to Kofi, as they were watching from a monitor in the back. Kofi smiled, and nodded in agreement.
"So Persephaine, in your words, what happened that night?" Micheal Cole asked her, changing the subject.
"Well, it was after a RAW house show, and every one was either making their way to the back, wishing off the Superstars and Diva's, or to their own cars. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a woman sending her child out in front of an oncoming car that was not slowing down. I think she thought, that would get whoever was in the car to stop so maybe she could get an autograph or something. Without hesitation, I took off my shoes, and ran after the little boy. I managed to dive in front of the car, grab the boy and jump to safety on the other side of the driveway, before he was accidentally hit." She told them, as the fans started to cheer for her again.
"When did you find out that it was the New Nexus leader CM Punk himself, that was driving that very same car?" He questioned.
"Right after we landed on the ground. He stopped the car, and climbed out. It was funny, because at first he thought I was just another stupid fan trying to get attention. He didn't realize what had happened, until I explained it to him. After that, his tone changed. He seemed very thankful for what I did." She simply answered.
"Well if these pictures are anything to go by. I would say, you might be right!" Cole said, pointing towards the screen.
Persephaine looked at the giant screen, and blushed. She quickly looked away from the screen and spoke again.
"Okay, let me explain something here. There is nothing romantic going on in these pictures. Infact, there is nothing romantic going on between Punk and I at all. I'm positive he would not view me, a fan, in that way! He simply realized that I was angry at the mother of that child for what she had done, which is why he hugged me. He was stopping me for snatching that woman up and getting a real reason to go to jail that night. Then he realized I had kicked off my heels when I ran over to prevent everything from happening. Which is why he then, carried me to my car. Nothing more than that people! I swear it." She told every one.
"Persephaine, how do you explain this?" He pointed to the screen again. This time, it was a photo that Lance must of taken while the show was going on that night. It was of CM Punk standing in front of her, when their hands first touched, you could actually see the spark of static electricity in the photo. It was beautifully shot.
"He has seen me earlier that night because I was in the front row at the house show Micheal. Why are you trying to make this more than what it was? It was a fan meeting a superstar moment. Nothing more. He threw me his shirt that night too. It doesn't mean anything. Cena throws his shirt out into the crowd before every match. Does that mean that fan is messing around with him? No. It does not." She said.
"That look in both of your eyes, and the looks you both gave each other after the show, do not suggest what you are saying Miss Sin-Claire. So why don't we find out from the man himself. From what I've been told, you guys haven't seen each other since that night. So, with out any further interruptions, ladies and gentlemen, CM Punk!" Micheal announced.
The arena broke out into a mixture of reactions, half cheers, and the other half boos.
The familiar guitar riff of Killswitch Engage, tore through the arena. Her heart began hammering in her chest.
This was it, there was no going back now.
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