Cuts Heal In Time (CM Punk)

Chapter 1: Summer of Punk

Hey guys!! Thank you so much (in advance, assuming you continue reading) for indulging in my lil story. This has been my absolute favorite fanfic to craft. During quarantine, I resubscribed to the WWE network and began rewatching all of CM Punk's matches and promos. After that I gained a whole new appreciation for him (and the way he looks I cannot lie), so I felt really inspired to write. This fanfic is very special to me. I feel a strong connection to all the characters I've written about, and I feel like I did a decent job giving them all personalities and developing them. Although I personally love this story, I've been nervous to post it because I experimented a lot. I tried some new things with writing, like writing in the third person for example, which was new to me at first, but now I can't imagine NOT writing in the third person. I also added in some aspects of social media (more-so in the second half). I feel like it added a whole new dimension to the story. Also!! Disclaimer! I made some "manips" that you'll come across later on in the story, and some of them SUCK, but I had a lot of fun making them. I genuinely feel like that (fun) has been a common theme for this story. I have had A BLAST writing this. I didn't have a plan for it before I dove in. I didn't really know where it was going. The story honestly wrote itself. And I'm pretty happy with it so far. So enough of my rambling!! Enjoy the story! Please vote and comment and all that jazz. Comment if you liked a part or found something funny or relatable. I'm not sure. Just comment so I know I'm doing something right. Okay. NOW I'm done. Happy reading!!!

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Part one

June 2011

The two girls watched Monday Night Raw on their living room television, like they did every week, as the handsome wrestler sat cross-legged, speaking his mind unapologetically.

The 32-year-old was fearless. He was well aware of the consequences that he would be facing when he finished talking, but the people in the crowd who visibly held onto every word he said reassured him that he was doing the right thing. He was sick and tired of being mistreated in the industry he gave his life to. He had to speak up.

"That man is so fine," 22-year-old Jade mumbled to her best friend, Arabella.
She was used to Jade drooling over any guy over 6 feet with tattoos. That girl definitely had a type.
"Are you even listening to him?" Arabella laughed, hitting Jade with a pillow, a little harder than she intended to, resulting in an "Ow!" from the brunette.
Jade and Arabella grew up together. They had gone to school together starting in kindergarten, and Jade's parents adopted Arabella when she was 10 years old.

Arabella didn't have a relationship with her biological family, but she preferred it that way. As soon as she moved in with Jade and her family, she was satisfied and for once in her life, felt loved. She finally had a real family, and growing up with a friend like Jade made her childhood even more special. The girls were exactly 6 months apart, so each birthday resulted in double the celebration. They- mostly Jade- made sure to milk that for extra gifts.

"I'm serious," Jade chuckled, "How can you expect me to focus on what he's saying when he looks like that."
"You need to stop objectifying every good looking man you see."

"So you admit he's good looking?"

"Oh shut up Jade."

"Don't be jealous honey, we can share him. I'll take the body. You get the soul."
She couldn't help but smile at her friend, "You can have it all."
"Whatever you say, Bella."
Arabella had completely cut herself off from men. Jade tried to set her up with different guys on numerous occasions, but she was never interested. She never understood why her best friend, who was honestly the most beautiful person she'd ever met, was so against dating or anything even remotely close to dating. It's not that Arabella didn't want to date anyone. It's just that, nobody had piqued her interest in the slightest, and she didn't feel like getting to know anyone she didn't have to.

She rolled her eyes at her pushy friend, but Jade was relentless and with raised eyebrows said, "You know. He's a wrestler. You're a wrestler."

Arabella shook her head, "You know I don't wrestle anymore."
"You're the best wrestler I've ever seen," Jade told her honestly. Bella wrestled all over the world. Even though she never stepped foot in the WWE, with her stellar reputation, she could have if she had any desire to do so. She was huge in Japan and in Mexico, then she wrestled in the Indies a bit before she gave it up.

Jade and Bella were as close as it got. They knew everything about each other- well almost everything. The only two things Jade didn't know about Bella were why she quit wrestling and why she quit men. Bella told Jade multiple different excuses as to why she gave up wrestling. First, she said she was let go from the company, but Jade didn't believe that for a second. Then she said it was due to injuries, but Jade knew she had never been injured seriously before. Then she said she stopped loving it. That's when Jade knew her friend would probably never tell her the real reason why she stopped wrestling. Bella was legitimately crazy about wrestling. She made Jade tune into every Raw, Smackdown, and Payperview. And a subscription to the WWE network was a hefty $9.99 a MONTH. Jade could also just tell by looking at Bella that she wished she could be wrestling, every time they watched it. It was torture... But Bella didn't like to talk about her feelings, so she would never admit it.

"I wasn't that good."
"We both know that's bullshit," Jade remarked, causing Bella to shrug, as a small smile began to form on her face.
Jade squeezed Bella's shoulder, saying, "You know it's true."
Bella couldn't deny the fact that she had once been great at wrestling. It was her passion. It was everything to her. But ever since she gave it up, one year ago, she just couldn't imagine wrestling ever again.

Bella was off in her own world, like she usually was, as Jade began tapping on her phone rather aggressively.

After doing a little internet stalking, Jade looked up at her younger friend with wide eyes, "You know he's from here?"

"Who?"

Jade pointed to the man on the screen.

"CM Punk is from Chicago?"

"Yeah!"

"Nice."

"Maybe we'll see him around," Jade shrugged.

"I doubt that."