How Did I Get Here? (WWE Love Story)

A New Start

I sat up in the hosptial bed, shreiking. Randy aided my side, and reached to press the button for the doctor.

"Shh.." He coaxed."

"Don't you freaking think about pressing that button."

Whats going on with me?

I reached out and smacked him. He looked dumbfounded. Why am I doing this?

I yanked the cords, and dressed into my normal clothes. I ran, feeling no pain. Whats wrong with me? I found my hotel, booked a flight to where the next RAW was, packed, and left Randy in London.

I arrived in Oregon, and walked up to HHH.

"I want a match."

"Huh?"

"Against Kelly Kelly."

"Umm Alright. Looks like we have space."

"Good."

I stalked off to my dressing room. I got into tight leather pants, gothom boots, a tight belly shirt, and a vest with a hood, the outfit was black and red.

*MATCH*

The bell rung, and I took no time. I beat Kelly, good thing this didn't have a script. The crowd booed, I didn't look like Kelly.

So what? I grabbed a kendo stick, and beat her, I had to be pulled off. I have no idea why I am doing this.

They stuck me in my lockerroom, my phone started ringing.

Hello?

What were you thinking? A voice yelled through the phone.

You! YOU WERE GOING TO KILL ME!! YOU PULLED THE CORD RANDY!! I SAW YOU!!

WHAT? I DID NO SUCH!

YES YOU DID! I hung up.

I walked into my bathroom.

I threw a razor on the ground. I began to cut, slowly, on my wrist. I felt the pain drift away. I walked out then my door swung open.

"Phil?" My wrists still bleeding.

"What are you doing??" He ran over and took my wrist.

"I- it felt good, I want to die, Phil."

"No, No." He saing me in his arms.

I started crying.

I kept repeating it.

"I wanna die."

I stopped and asked him.

"Whats wrong with me?"

He shrugged, and continued rocking me in his arms.

I felt safer. I-I wanted to stop.

"I think I like you, Phil." I spoke.

He kissed my temple. He liked me too.

Randys POV..

I need to get to smackdown. Before I go balistic.

Punks POV

As I heard her say those words, I asked her this question.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." she she said.

"Lets get you cleaned up." I said.

I found a first aid kit. I rubbed an achohal wipe, she took my hand and squeezed it. There weren't enough bandaids, so I did something I always did to mine.

I found medical tape, wrapped it around like I do, and took a sharpie, and wrote and X on each hand.

She looked up at me and smiled. We walked back over to the couch. We sat down in silence.

After enough time, she grabbed my cheek, and pressed her velvet lips against mine. It took me a second to register what was happening, but I kissed her back.

Aubreys POV.

I felt his lip ring, it was cold. I giggled in the kiss. Then my door flew open.

"Hey Aubrey, wel-" Zack said.

He looked and started fist pumping.

"Oh yeah Phil! GET SOME!" He said.

Punk looked at him, laughed and walked out to get ready for his match.