The Punk's Gal

Chapter 1: The Punk Won't Stop Bothering Me

 "Go Tori!" I cried at the announcer's table.

 "So are you exicitng to be the new Diva?" Jerry asked me.

 "Oh, I can't wait," I said. "Tori is teaching me about how to defend myself not only from Divas, but also from Superstars. You know how they can get."

 "Of course," Michael said. "We see that Punk's been onto you for a little bit."

 "Yeah, he's just probably jealous or something," I said. "Oh my goodness! Is Tori going for the pin?"

 "Here she goes," Michael said. "3...2...1....She did it!"

 Tori got up and put her hands in the air.

 "Yay!" I shouted. "Thanks guys. I have to go congrulate her now."

 I went up to the ring and put my cousin's hand in the air. We raised her hands in the air and just stood there.

 Until some guys came and ruined it. We felt someone enter the ring from behind us.

 A brown skinned guy with black hair and a big guy with wavy brown hair came up to us. "Get Tori, Otunga," the wavy brown-haired guy said.

 Otunga began to grab Tori.

 Tori flung herself around and hit Otunga.

 "Husky, the girl," Otunga said.

 Husky began to aim for me.

 I dodged him and escaped out of the ring. I ran up the ramp and back into the back entrance. I raced up to the locker room. I don't know which one it was but I shut the door and leaned against it.

 Phew.

 I took deep breaths and tried to look for a tv.

 There had to be some explaining why those guys came for Tori and me.

 "Looking for something?" someone asked.

 I turned around.

 Punk. Was. Here.

 "What do you want?" I growled.

 "What else?" Punk asked. "You."

 I began to take a few steps away from him. Every step I took made him walk closer to me.

 I finally was backed up against the wooden cupboard. You know, one of those things that carry jackets and stuff.

 Punk came and leaned close to me.

 "Why won't you be my queen?" he asked.

 "Well, duh," I said. "I don't want to be with you."

 Punk put his hand on his chin. "Well, why not?" he asked. "We could get to know each other."

 "Forget it," I said. "I don't want to be with no one. End of story."

 Punk put his hands on the wall, trapping me. Oh snap.

 "I will have you as my queen one day," Punk said. "And we will rule the New Nexus together, side by side."

 "So that's what you guys are called?" I asked. "And those were the guys you sent to get Tori away from me?"

 "I had to do something in order to get you into my arms," Punk said, looking down at his arms that enwrapped me from escaping him.

 "Leave me alone, Punk," I growled once more.

 "Or what?" Punk asked. "Do you want Tori to get hurt?"

 "Leave her out of this!" I snapped.

 "Suit yourself," Punk said, putting his arms down.

 Thank goodness. I can finally breathe again. I steadied myself to look Punk in the eye.

 "You better not hurt her," I shouted.

 "I won't, unless you be my queen," Punk said.

 "Forget it."

 "Have it your way," Punk said, aiming for the door. "If your cousin gets hurt, it's on you. The deal's yours. Take it or leave it. You can always come up to me when you have enough. Buh-bye."

 He blew a kiss at me and left.

 I took a few deep breaths. Ok, he really didn't mean it. He's not going to hurt Tori. I mean, he can't right? Hurting her is like hurting me.

 Only little did he know that when he was torturing me by putting his arms to the wall, trapping me, it made my heart skip a little.

 I have no idea why.

 All I know is I hope Punk really doesn't come my way.