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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 7: Shaking Things Up A Bit...

The day had been absolutely tiring. Between the zoo, beach, going out to eat and the movies, Joshua fell asleep in the car on the way home. Persephaine and Alyssa were counting down the minutes until they could fall into their beds as well.

"Alright Persephaine, what's been going on? I obviously didn't want to ask about this in front of Josh, but now I want to know. I've been watching the show lately, and everything seemed to be going fine until last Monday. I even saw that YouTube video of what happened between you and Beth at that house show." Alyssa asked her friend, clearly worried about her.

"Not now. We'll talk at the house after I put Josh in bed. I'll pull out some wine too, we'll be talking for a little while if you want to really know everything." She told her tiredly.

"As tired as I am, I do want to know. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning, and I won't get this chance again for a little while." Alyssa paused before continuing on hesitantly. "Josh misses you, I think he was upset when you had to work for two weeks straight. Jake asked me to watch him for a night, so he and Bianca could have a date night, and I gladly accepted. I love my little nephew, but I think he really misses you." She said with a sad smile.

"I know. To be honest, Punk caught me crying a little over a week ago, after I got off the phone with him, because I missed him so much. He didn't say anything, he just gave me a few moments to myself because he understood. I wish I could set up something to bring him on the road with me for a few days so he can see and understand more of what I do now. But that's not exactly optional right now. I hardly ever know what my schedule looks like or when I can get home anymore. Believe it or not, I'm thankful for this suspension. At least I can see my baby boy." She said as she smiled into the rear view mirror, watching her son sleep in his booster seat.

"I bet!" Alyssa laughed lightly.

Soon they had pulled up to the house, tucked Josh into bed, and were making themselves comfy in the living room. Sharing a bottle of red wine between the both of them, Persephaine looked into her glass and suddenly found she was at a loss of words.

"Okay, seeing how you don't know where to start, tell me what this whole mess with Punk's ex girlfriend is about. How did it escalate into you being here right now?" Alyssa asked her friend, as she wrapped her blanket around her legs.

"Oh man, where to begin... Alright, Beth and I met under less than stellar circumstances. Needless to say, the first time I met her, she called me a slut in front of co-workers and friends backstage. You know how I feel about people who do that to me, especially without knowing me." Persephaine told her, as she paused to take a sip of her wine.

"Oh yeah, I remember alright! If Martha Zimmerman's broken nose was of any testimony to the fact, that is!" Alyssa laughed.

"Yeah well, needless to say my temper got the best of me, and we almost got into a bad fight right there. Funny thing was, as soon as Punk came into find out what was going on, she acted as if she had nothing to say. I was pissed, and left. Punk found out what she did, and while he was ultimately on my side, he did warn me that I had to keep my temper in check."

"Persephaine darlin', we all have warned you about your temper. You're quite scary when your mad. I'd swear by anything that you're gonna kill something, when I see you pissed off." Alyssa giggled at her friend, teasing her. All of which, made Persephaine smile.

"I know. But you have to admit, since I left Jake, I am a calmer and happier person generally." She said looking at Alyssa in the eyes. Almost as if she were questioning herself about this fact.

"You really are. You're miles away from the depressed and angry person that you once were. To be honest, I'd like to think that Punk has a lot to do with that." Alyssa said with a wink and a smirk to her roommate.

"I'd like to think he's a part of that reason too. But anyway, back to what I was saying. Well I originally thought that Beth did this because she was jealous, seeing how I was the new person in her ex boyfriend's life. That was the most logical answer to me at the time. Turns out I was completely wrong. And the worst part is, I don't know if Beth actually hates me because of a false story that was pumped into her head by a psycho, or if she knows it's fake and doesn't care anyway." She sighed, as she sipped her from her wine glass, once more.

"Okay, how did that happen anyway? You know with finding out this outlandish story from Beth. What in the world possessed that woman to say that stuff about you?" Alyssa asked her, with a quizzical look in Persephaine's direction.

"Well, that would be because I decide to get revenge on her for embarrassing me, and being a bitch to me. She had decided pull a joke at my expense, so I decided that if the bitch wanted to go down that avenue, I'd teach her a lesson about messing with me. I was sitting in the back with Zack, Kofi, and Cena, and the next thing I knew she threw a can of Summer's Eve at me and telling me that I smell and shit! I was pissed. The boys thought she was being childish, and decided to step in to make sure we didn't start fighting. Which we didn't, I just let her know that her payback was coming, don't worry about it. Anyway, during her match at the house show that night, I showed up at the entrance ramp and waited for her to finish up. Once she did, I let her know that I had her gift ready, and threw a nasty jock strap at her along with that same can of Summer's Eve she threw at me earlier."

Alyssa's jaw dropped.

"Persephaine, her embarrassing you in front of your friends is one thing, but you practically ripped that woman apart in public! You're not normally like this! What in the world got into you?" Alyssa asked her best friend of several years, in a shocked tone.

"Alyssa, you're not there... you don't understand the kind of hell this woman has put me through-"

"Oh no! I get it all right! But no matter what that woman did to you, nobody especially another woman, deserves that kind of treatment in public! That was a really low blow, and quite frankly, I'm surprised you're not ashamed of what you've done and that you're really defending it!" Alyssa huffed at her.

Persephaine just rolled her eyes, and took another sip of her wine.

"Please! Alyssa, you've done some dirty shit to get back at people who've pissed you off before, so who are you to pass judgment on me? Especially when you're not even around for the things this woman says about or to me! Don't go there with me... we'll be here all damn night if you want to play this game. I think I remember a certain latina woman you beat the hell out of, in a club full of people, for giving your boyfriend at the time her number and a wink." Persephaine laughed out loud.

Alyssa just glared at her from across the rim of her wine glass, as Persephaine continued to laugh harder.

"Any damn way! We're not here to discuss me, we're here to discuss you! I get why you did that to her, but in front of a live audience like that? No, I'm sorry... I just don't agree with that. No offense, but you kind of brought that upon yourself, with her telling the whole world what she told them. Even you have to see that."

"I do. But Alyssa, how was I to know she would honestly do that? I never even had any knowledge that this was even going around about me!" Persephaine exasperated.

Sitting in silence and taking everything in, Alyssa did understand her friend's position.

"So where do you go from here?"

"Now that, I'm still working on. But Stephanie and I do have a plan." Persephaine said as she got up, walked over to her purse and retrieved the slip of paper that Stephanie gave her. Once it was in her hand, she walked back over to the couch and handed it to Alyssa.

Once she read the name and number on the paper, an idea of what she might be planning clicked into place.

"Are you serious? Are you planning on doing what I think you're planning on doing?"

"Maybe..."

"Explain."

When Persephaine finished explaining the plan to her, Alyssa's eyes were the size of large saucers.

"And what about Punk? I have a hard time believing that he's going to stand by and agree to you doing this. That doesn't seem like anything he would do to be honest."

Persephaine's eyes dropped to the floor as she became silent.

"You didn't tell him! What in the hell are you thinking Persephaine? Do you realize what you're about to do? You're gonna lose him because you're lying to him!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic Alyssa!" Persephaine hissed, starting to get annoyed already.

"Dramatic? Oh please! I'm being realistic here! Something I think, that has slipped your mind! Do you really and truly believe that you doing this will not have a drastic consequence in the end? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Al, watch it." She warned.

"Well someone needs to have the balls to step up to you and let you know that this is getting out of control! And you sure as shit aren't letting Punk do it, so I'm the next best thing you've got!"

"I need you to stop acting like you're my boss or my mother, and be my fucking friend Alyssa! I'm about to be thrown into isolation because of this bullshit, and I'm gonna need you and Josh more than ever! You don't think I feel bad that I can't talk to Phil about this? You're wrong, because it's fucking killing me and I'm scared! That's right, I said it, I'm scared. If anything, John Laurinitis could very well end up destroying Punk and me and it's killing me. I'm doing this to protect him, myself and to help Stephanie and her family for all that they have done for me! I'm not doing this to save the WWE for Christ sake! I'm doing this because in my heart of hearts, I have nothing but the best intentions while this shit bag of a human being Johnny Ace, is determined to tear everything good that's starting to happen in that place down! While plans to push Zack Ryder are underway, Laurinitis already has the creative office working on an angle with him, Kane, Cena and Eve later on in the year that's gonna throw him back into obscurity! He's going to do the same thing with Dolph Ziggler later in the year too! The McMahon family knows that change is fast approaching, and that there is nothing to do but embrace it. But Johnny Ace has so many bugs in the board of directors ears and the creative team's ears, that everything that was going forward is about to stall out and very badly. Someone has to step up to the plate, and not be afraid of the cost, because in the end all that's going to matter is that someone had enough balls to step up and fight against what he's trying to do to all of us in the company. Most of all, he's threatening my relationship, my career and Phil's career. When you threaten the things and people I love most, I won't stop until I tear you apart. He's about to become public proof of this, so help me God. This is why I'm doing what has to be done. If I have to pay the ultimate price for that, then... as much as it will hurt it's a risk I must take."

Alyssa noticed a few tears that leaked down Persephaine's face, and it stopped her anger at her in it's tracks.

"Seph, you don't have to do this alone."

"Goddamn it! You still don't get it do you? Yes I do!" She snapped as she stood up, and walked towards the hallway. "I'm going to the bathroom to calm down, and clean up. I'll be back."

When Alyssa heard the door to the bathroom shut, she tip toed to Persephaine's Blackberry. Scrolling through the contact list, she finally reached the number that she was looking for.

"I'm sorry Seph, but this is me being your friend. I can't let you ruin your own relationship over this." She said to herself, as she pulled her own cell phone out of her pocket and typed the number into her phone. Once she was done, she exited out of the application, put Persephaine's phone back, and walked to the hall.

"Persephaine I have a phone call, I'll be outside." Alyssa told her.

"Alright, I'm just gonna clean up the living room and lay down anyway. I have a flight to L.A in the morning, and we can finish talking about this before I go." Came Persephaine's muffled reply, through the bathroom door.

"Okay. Good night Persephaine." With that, she slipped outside the door, walked down the block to the park, sat down and proceeded to call the number she just stole from her best friend's phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, sorry to call so late. It's Alyssa. Can we talk for a few minutes? There's something going on that I believe you should know about..."

When Persephaine's plane landed in L.A the next day, she was relieved. All she wanted to do was see Phil, and cuddle next to him for the next several hours. She missed him dearly, and her talk with Alyssa had been weighing on her mind. Summer Slam was tomorrow night and all she could think about, was what was about to happen.

After reaching the hotel, Persephaine walked up to the front desk clerk to retrieve her key to her and Phil's suite.

"Can I help you ma'am?" The blonde woman smiled at her kindly.

"Yes ma'am, my name is Persephaine Sin-Claire, I'm here to pick up the key to the suite I'm sharing with Mr. Philip Brooks."

The lady started typing away on the hotel computer, to see if she could confirm this and after a few minutes a look of realization passed across her face.

"I'm sorry Miss Sin-Claire, there seems to be a booking mistake. It says here on my computer that you and Mr. Brooks are booked into separate rooms... I can't give you a room key to his room without his expressed permission. If you give me a second, I call his room and see if I can get him to come down here." She said trying to defuse the awkward situation.

Persephaine's eyes narrowed. He just told her yesterday while she was at the beach that everything had all been arranged.

"I'm sure there's a mistake, so please go ahead and call him."

The woman picked up the desk phone, and called his room.

"Hello Mr. Brooks, this is Shelia at the front desk. I'm standing here with Miss Persephaine Sin-Claire, and she tells me that you guys are sharing a suite, I just wanted to see if you could come down here and confirm this?" She asked him politely.

After a couple of minutes of listening to him on the phone, her mouth formed an o shape, and she looked at Persephaine with a mixture of sadness and understanding.

"No problem Mr. Brooks, I apologize and I will let her know. Thank you." She said as she hung up.

"So is he coming?" Persephaine asked, curious as to what the hell was going on.

"Actually no he's not. He said the booking was correct. But he did tell me to let you know to go ahead and get settled into your room. He'll be by to speak with you in thirty minutes. If you could please sign this, and I'll need your credit card to hold on file."

Shocked, Persephaine obliged the woman, and took her room key to her suite.

"Your room is on the top floor and two doors down from Mr. Brooks' suite. For what it's worth, I'm sorry Miss."

"No it's fine, you're just doing your job. Thank you." Persephaine told the lady professionally, as she walked to the elevator doors and stepped inside.

Persephaine was confused and very hurt by what just happened at the front desk.

She couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, but clearly he was mad at her about something.

Stepping off the elevator, she walked down to her room and slid the key into the lock. Once inside, she set her bags down and decided to call him.

"Hello?"

"I'm in my room and settled if you would like to come talk to me, and fill me in on what's going on." She said into her phone.

"Alright, I'll be there in five minutes. Kofi is in here and watching the game."

"See you then. I love you."

She didn't even get a response back because he chose that moment to hang up.

"Wow... that was fucking harsh." She whispered angrily herself.

Soon a knock sounded on her door, and she walked over and opened it.

The second she saw the look on his face, she knew something was seriously wrong. More wrong than she originally thought.

"Come in," she told him as she stepped aside to let him through.

"So would you mind explaining to me what the hell is going on?" She asked, no longer hiding the fact that she was upset.

"I will, the second that you do it first." He answered her calmly.

"The fuck is that suppose to mean Phil?"

"You know exactly what that means. Is there anything you want to tell me Persephaine? Because if so, right now is the last chance you're gonna get to tell me. I'm not playing these games with you, and I won't be lied to." He told her seriously as he sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her.

Racking her brain, she couldn't figure out what he meant by all of this.

"Phil, I seriously have no idea what the hell you're talking about. Why don't you tell me what I'm supposedly lying to you about?"

"I received quite the interesting phone call last night. You really didn't think that Alyssa was going to let you go through with that stupid and very foolish plan without telling me did you? I understand that your other friend Stephanie wouldn't tell me, and for damn good reason. I can sort of understand why you hid it from me, but you should have known that if I found out from someone else I was going to be extremely pissed off." He told her calmly, but the look in his eyes was anything but calm.

At that moment, Persephaine knew she was in deep shit.

"I'm gonna fucking kill her. No wonder she looked all awkward and nervous this morning!"

"Oh no you don't. She was being your friend and doing the right thing. Something that obviously slipped your mind. So when exactly did you plan to tell me about this plan you and Stephanie hatched up? Because right now, I'm not only livid about the plan, I'm more pissed off that you were planning on hiding this shit from me until it was too late to talk you out of it." He said as he squared his shoulder, prepared for an impending fight between them.

She sighed as she pulled out the chair from the desk in the room, and sat down.

"I wasn't going to tell you until I was already in training. If you had known about it, you would have tried to stop me." She told him honestly, looking down at the floor and feeling bad.

"You're damn right I would have! Persephaine what the fuck were you thinking? How could you do this? You fucking hid this from me, and you just thought I was going to be okay with that? Are you out of your goddamned mind?" He said standing up, letting his anger at her shine through.

"For your fucking information, I'm doing this to protect you okay? The less you know, the less you could be held responsible for if this back fires in my face Phil!" She said angrily, standing up as well.

"You don't get it do you? You don't get to make all the decisions by yourself! Last time I checked, you and I are together. That means you and I are to make the decisions together! How the fuck would you like it if I hid a major decision from you, and told you about it when it was too late?" He asked her, with a raised voice.

"How the fuck would you like it if I just stood by and let someone railroad your entire career just to get at me?" She snapped back at him.

"Don't! You're not gonna use him and his bullshit to get out of this one-"

"Phil that's exactly what this is about! Look at us! We're fighting because of him-"

"No! We're fighting because you very obviously don't trust me! We're fighting because of your lack of confidence in me and my ability to keep you on the right path!"

"Have you ever thought that maybe I need to get off the path you think is the right one for me, to get on the path that's truly right to help all of us, most importantly you and I? I can't believe you! For someone who says he's pissed about me not trusting him, you sure as shit don't trust me either!"

"That's fucking rich coming from you! So because you're not getting your way, you're gonna turn this around on me! Fuck that! I'm here because I love you, and I'm hurt that you decided that I'm not good enough for you to be honest to!"

"I'm hurt because you promised me that you would trust me no matter what, and that you wouldn't let him tear us apart! But look at us now! We're about one step away from a blowing up and not being able to come back from it!" She shouted at him as tears leaked from her eyes.

He stopped, and looked at her for a moment. While he was still angry at her for hiding this from him, he realized that she did have a small point with that last statement, and it was plain to see they didn't want to lose each other because of this shit.

"I do trust you. I swear on my life I trust you Persephaine. Hey look at me," he said as he stood in front of her and tilted her chin up to look at him.

"I love you. There's nothing in the world that's going to change that but you, and even then, I still doubt that you could even do that. I'm just upset and hurt that you would hide something this important from me. That you would call the shots, and not give me a chance to share in this with you. You didn't even give me a chance to tell you how I feel about this. So please stop crying. Yes, I'm angry and hurt, but this is something that we need to talk about, and get on the same page with. I'm sorry I shouted at you." He said as he hugged her to his chest.

"I'm sorry too. You're right, I should have talked to you about this, but I was scared. I still am. This was a decision I made without you to protect you from the backfire, and because I didn't want you to get upset by what I have to do. The one thing you don't understand is you can't protect me this time, I have to do that myself. There's no way out of this, it has to be done." She sobbed hopelessly into his chest.

It finally dawned upon him, that for the first time since this started happening, she was finally letting down her barriers and letting all of her emotions out. No more brave face, just the reality that things were going to hell in a hand basket and fast. She felt powerless to stop it, and it finally caught up with her. Standing there rubbing the back of her head, he kissed the top of her head and felt some of his anger leaving his body.

"Do you think I like this? I hate lying to people, it's not what I do, and instead I find myself on this path of doing everything I said I never would just meet a bigger a goal at the end of the road. I feel like I'm selling out, and I hate it." She told him between hiccups, as he kept a tight hold on her.

"Yeah, this place has a way of making you feel like that, I assure you." He told her, as he continued to comfort her.

"I hate the fact that we're having to lie to people about us being on the verge of splitting up. I hate the fact that Laurinitis is a few steps ahead of us, and is about a step or two away from ruining me over his personal dislike for me. I hate the fact that since we've gotten together and decided to come back, there's been nothing but unnecessary bullshit and drama." She whispered to him as she separated herself from him, and walked to the bathroom to clean up.

He followed behind her, and stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Baby, is this too much for you? Would you rather just move on from this? If so, then let me know. I told you before we decided to come back that we didn't have to do this. I've done everything there was to do here and it truly didn't matter to me if I stayed gone or if I came back..."

"Don't you dare even think of leaving because of me Philip Jack Brooks, or so help me God..." She snapped at him in all seriousness as she looked at him through the reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"I just want you to be happy. I don't care either way. Yeah, I love what I do, but I do have new goals outside of wrestling beautiful." He assured her.

"If you quit, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself. It's in your DNA, this is your world. I just feel like I foolishly thought I could become a part of it." She told him sadly.

For the first time since they decided to have this conversation, Punk started laughing at her.

"Persephaine you are a part of it. You are envied among the fans for pulling off something that they only dream about... breaking into this business. Okay sure, you're not a wrestler or diva or whatever, but you managed to break into this business by being smart. You used your brains to elevate yourself. The fans love you, so yes, you are apart of this business."

"Then why does it feel like I was just fooling myself, thinking that I could break the mold?" She whispered as she walked over to him, and looked him in the eyes.

It was at this moment that he surprised her, and stole her heart all over again.

With a smirk on his face, he told her, "Because beautiful, you don't even realize that you have yet. You don't realize how much potential you have, how great you are, nor do you realize that you're going through this because you shook things up and scared people like Laurinitis that bad. You're not foolish, you just haven't come into your own yet. But don't worry, I have faith in you. In due time, you will and you'll blow everyone away when you do."

Astounded, she just blushed and looked down to the floor. Suddenly uncomfortable that she forgot how well he could get to her.

"So why don't we order some room service, and you and I get straight on this larger than life plan you and Stephanie seemed to have worked out?" He said with a smirk as he turned away from her and walked back into her room.

"That depends, are you going to keep sharing a room with Kofi?" She asked him with a smile.

"If you don't tell me then yes, so get your ass over here and fill me in. The sooner you spill the dirt, the faster I'll go get my shit and switch rooms." He told her with his patented smart-ass smirk.

She laughed and handed him a menu.

"Order the grub. I'm starving, and can't talk on an empty stomach. I'm gonna go finish cleaning myself up while you're doing that."

"Oh you fucked up... I'm gonna order so much shit it's unreal..." He mumbled as his smile continued growing to unnatural proportions on his face.

Triple H had to admit, these two guys could put on a hell of a show. They kept the crowd going and on the edge of their seats during the entire match. It was obvious that the two men were tired and ready to end their match. So when Punk had Cena in the final pin position, he failed to notice Cena had his foot under the ropes. As his hand came down for the third and final time, the crowd went nuts that CM Punk won against John Cena for the WWE Championship once again. Every body was cheering, including Persephaine, although she was dreading what was about to happen next.

Speaking of what was about to happen next, Kevin Nash started making his way through the crowd. Once he made it to the barrier, he hoped over it like it was nothing, made his way into the ring and proceeded to Power Bomb the hell out of CM Punk. Persephaine didn't even realize that she had let out a scream. The Power Bomb from Nash to Punk looked absolutely brutal. Punk had taken the brunt of the force from it to the back of his head, neck and even shoulders. After Nash looked at his carnage, he left the ring and wondered out among the crowd. Triple H, who had witnessed the entire incident, stood on the ramp with his features schooled in displaying the appropriate amount of shock. Persephaine jumped over the barricade, and rushed towards Punk who was lying in the ring and not moving. She threw up the famous, "X," symbol with her arms as the paramedics came rushing to his aid. Every television employee had to know this universal symbol just in case they needed to call for help on live television. Her eyes moved to Paul's as he observed her, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't help the anger she felt over this. While it was planned, Punk was possibly injured over a botched move, because Laurinitis thought that Nash coming back would be a good business call. Triple H nodded his head towards her, and stormed back into the backstage area.

Now that Paul realized how bad the situation was starting to look, even he had to admit having his real-life best friend being brought back because of John Laurinitis, may have not been the best move. Kevin Nash knew how to perform his move effectively, and rarely botched it unless it was on purpose.

It was time he had a talk with his wife, and see just what the hell was really going on that he didn't know about, before his best friend accidentally took out his top star in the company.
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