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Blood, Sweat and Tears	By : BadKat2005 Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Blood, Sweat and Tears
Author: Kat
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the voices in my head…Punk owns himself…unless I can get close enough to lick him…then he’s MINE! All mine! Muhahahahaha!
Distribution: Whispers In The Wind and Tainted Fiction, anyone else please ask first!
Summary: For those in the business, life and love often take a backseat to wrestling.
Notes: Thanks to Jen, who without I never would have finished this fic. Thanks to Luna for always being there to bounce ideas off of!
Feedback: Give it to me baby! I can take it! I live for it…

Blood, Sweat and Tears

~Chapter 1~

Phillip Brooks walked down the concourse of the airport in Louisville, Kentucky. It wasn’t the first time he’d been there, but it was the first time he’d be staying.

Phil was used to leaving places, things…people behind. It was a lonely, solitary life he led in his quest for the one thing he loved more than life itself. Wrestling was as addictive as the finest whiskey and as harsh as the purest cocaine. He’d fed off that particular addiction since he was a teenager.

Gathering his belongings from the baggage carousel he made his way to the curb to wait for his ride. He heard a horn and turned to see the black Firebird screech to a stop and Mickie James’ head popped out of the sunroof.

“Punk!” She called waving to him.

He grinned and walked over to the car “Hey Mick! How’s things?” He asked as she popped the trunk.

“Great! It’s good to see you Punk.” She said opening his door from the inside as he threw his stuff in the trunk.

“You wanna eat first?” She asked pulling into the traffic.

“No, thanks hon. I’m wiped, I’d really just like to go check into the hotel and hit the hay.” He said giving her a smile.

“No prob, I’ll drop ya off at the lodge. I’m sure you will run into a bunch of the others around there.”

She dropped him off at the office and with a wave she was gone. Turning he trudged up to the door and stepped inside. Thirty minutes later he was on his way up the stairs to his room. Opening the door he threw his bags in the corner and flopped onto the bed. It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for the opportunity to work with the largest wrestling organization in the world, he was. He was just tired. Tired of a lot of things. Tired of not having a life outside of wrestling. He’d given up everything to pursue his dream and now that it was within his grasp, the victory seemed somehow hollow. For the last eight years he had sacrificed everything to get to where he was today. In the end he wondered if it would all be worth it. He was still contemplating the ups and downs of his life when he drifted off to sleep.

It was four hours later when he woke with a start to his cell phone ringing. He reached for it with a groan and flipped it open. Seeing who it was he shut it again and threw it on the small table by the bed. Why couldn’t that bitch take a hint? Syndy Taylor had burned him a year earlier and now that he was going to the WWE she seemed to be intent on riding his coattails into the big time.

He was tired of two faced, lying women. They all found one way or another to betray him. Syndy had done it all in one fell swoop. She had lied to him about being straight edge, her first mistake. When he had found her drunk and in bed with Juvi, that had been the last straw. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his jet-black locks. “I need coffee.” He groaned into the silence that was his life.

Alyssa Montgomery came awake slowly. Looking over at the clock she saw that is was one in the morning and she’d been asleep for five whole hours. “Well that’s it for this week.” She grumbled to herself, sliding off the bed. She went to the sink and picked up the coffee canister. “Fuck!” She muttered to herself. She’d forgotten to pick some up earlier that day. “Now I gotta go out!” She grumbled to herself as she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face before going to the gas station next door for coffee.

Dragging a brush through her long red hair she stared into the mirror as her turquoise eyes stared back at her. “You look like the wicked witch of Kentuckiana.” She told her reflection reaching for her eyeliner. After applying a smidge of makeup she pulled her t-shirt off and changed into a black RKO tank top and tucked it into the tight, black jeans she had pulled on after getting out of bed.

Grabbing her key she headed for the door. Stepping out into the dark night she glanced up at the sky, ablaze with stars. It was just beginning to cool off and she shoved her key in her back pocket as she moved down the stairs. She hated elevators and always took the stairs.

Walking across the parking lot she walked through the door of the convenience store glad it was open twenty-four hours. Alyssa without coffee was a scary thing. She was busy empting creamer into her cup when she felt a presence behind her. "Damn...you want a little coffee with that cream?" She heard a masculine voice ask.

She turned and rolled her eyes at the dark headed man standing behind her. "Go ahead, obviously you're in a hurry." She muttered stepping aside so he could reach whatever it was he was after.

"Sorry I'm not my best without coffee." He said flashing her a pearly white smile. He hadn't meant to offend her.

"Me either." Alyssa said eyeing the man standing next to her. The jet-black hair framed a handsome face; the smile on his face that wasn't quite a smile seemed vaguely familiar.

"My name is Phillip, sorry about the comment I thought I was being funny...I guess my sense of humor isn't what it usually is, especially at 1:30 in the morning."

Alyssa granted him a smile "It would have been if I hadn't heard it a thousand times. Sorry I'm kinda bitchy before my first cup." She said holding up the cup.

"I see we have something else in common." He said as he dumped sugar into his cup.

"What's that?" Alyssa asked reaching across him for another handful of creamers.

"You're shirt...I assume you are a wrestling fan?" He said as he turned to fill his coffee cup with the fuel his body so desperately needed.

"Yeah, I live, eat, sleep and breathe wrestling." She said watching him, then it hit her. Seeing the letters tattooed across his knuckles she realized who she was standing next to.

Phillip cocked one eyebrow. "You sound more like a wrestler then a fan." He commented stirring his cup.

"You'd know wouldn't you?" She quipped, a grin spreading across her face. The entire locker room had been abuzz with the news of CM Punk's arrival in Louisville. Unlike most of the others, she couldn't wait to see him electrify the OVW audience.

"More then I'd like to admit sometimes." Phillip said realizing she had recognized him.

Alyssa stuck out her hand "Alyssa Montgomery." She said with a huge smile.

"Phillip Brooks." He said shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you Alyssa... so was I correct when I said you are a wrestler?"

"I am, in training at OVW." She replied. "I'm sorry it took me a minute to recognize you...you dyed your hair."

"Yes I did. Figured I'd give myself a new look to go along with the new job. What do you think?" He asked running his fingers through his shorter, darker hair.

Without thinking she reached out and ran her finger over one of the purple streaks. "My favorite color...it suits you."

"I'm glad you approve Alyssa." Phillip murmured as he felt the electricity in her touch when her fingers skimmed the side of his neck accidentally. "So...do you live next door?" He asked quietly.

The almost imperceptible change in his demeanor made her snatch her hand back in guilt as the blush crept up her neck to stain her cheeks. "I'm sorry...yeah I do." She stammered.

"No problem... it's nice to meet one of my neighbors. I'm not sure who lives over there but Mickie said a lot of the guys do." He said smiling as he tried to hide the fact her touch had his pulse jumping.

His soft voice relaxed her a bit as she grinned "Yeah about fifteen of us actually. All over the complex. I'm in 202."

"Virtually right next door I'm in 208. Do you mind if I walk back with you?" He asked as she finished making her coffee.

"Not at all Phillip." She grinned picking up the cup.

"Punk, call me Punk all my friends do." He said gesturing for her to proceed him.

Alyssa walked up to the cashier, handing him a five-dollar bill she told him to add his coffee to her order.

"Hey!" He protested reaching into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Stop Punk, welcome to Kentucky." She said with a wink.

"Thanks Alyssa, next coffee is on me." He said already liking her. She was the first one of his coworkers he'd met and he already felt comfortable with her despite the bad start they'd almost had.

"Sounds good." Alyssa said as they walked out the door. "With the risk of sounding like an ass kisser I can't wait to see you work." She said as they walked across the parking lot.

"You don't seem like the ass kissing type. You seem like an in your face, tell you how it is kind of girl." He said smiling.

Alyssa threw back her head and laughed. "That's me all right. They don't call me Onyx because of my color." She grinned.

"Onyx huh? I like that has a nice ring to it and it fits you." He said taking a sip of his coffee.

"My soul is black." She said with a smirk. "The bad girl...all the guys want me and all the girls wanna be me."

"I'm sure they do, your absolutely beautiful." He said without thinking.

Alyssa slid a glance at him "Flirt."

Punk blushed. "I'm nothing if not honest." He said with a smile.

Alyssa blushed again as they started up the stairs. "Well Punk...I guess this is good night...or morning." She said looking at her watch.

"I guess it is, thanks for the coffee Alyssa. I'll see you at work tomorrow." He said as they stopped at her door.

"Yeah...see ya." She murmured reaching for her key card.

"See ya." Punk said as she slid her key card into the door. "I'll wait till you’re safely inside if you don't mind."

"Thanks." She said "If you need anything...don't hesitate to knock."

"Thanks I won't, you do the same. Good night."

Alyssa shut the door and sagged against it. She'd never realized how incredibly good-looking he was until that moment.
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