Cuts Heal In Time (CM Punk)

Chapter 24: Making Deals with the Devil

Bella woke up, with Punk's arm wrapped firmly around her waist. She was completely naked, as was he, and she felt her cheeks redden as she remembered the events that had occurred the night before.

Punk, being the light sleeper he was, woke up right after her, with a sleepy smirk on his face. Last night had been incredible. He knew Bella was a good kisser, but he never imagined sharing a night like that with her. He thought he was the best in the world, but that night might've changed his mind.

"Morning," he mumbled into her neck.

She didn't respond, but he could feel how tense she was. She may have been regretting what they did at the moment, but the way she screamed his name yesterday told a different story, "I never took you for a screamer."

She looked mortified. He found it cute.

She finally spoke up, "I can't believe we did that."

"Which part? Because we did like seven different-" She cut him off by hitting him in the face with a pillow.

"Never speak of this again," she said, "Now close your eyes. I have to find my clothes."

"I'll get you some," he told her, getting up.

Her cheeks reddened when she saw his naked body. He was so good looking, but she still couldn't believe she went there with him.

He put some boxers on before throwing her some of his clothes.

"Thank you," she sent him a small smile before pulling his large "In Punk We Trust" sweatshirt over her head. He smirked at the sight of her with messy hair, clad in his sweatshirt.

"You know, you've worn my clothes to bed like every day. But seeing you in them right now is just a sight for sore eyes."

"Don't make this weird."

"It's a little too late for that," he chuckled, "I didn't know you liked having your-"

"Punk!" she cut him off, with red cheeks.

"I enjoyed that part though," he pouted.

"I should probably go," she said, getting up from the bed.

"Where?"

"I don't know. I'm hungry."

"Oh breakfast? I'll pay," he smiled at her. He knew how embarrassed she was and how the last thing she wanted to do right now was spend time with him. But he found it cute and wanted to spend every minute with her, "Come on Bells, let's go."

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The two friends ate at a café close by.

"I have a meeting with Vince today."

"About what?"

"I actually have no idea," Bella chuckled.

"You think it could be about the divas' championship?"

She took a sip of her coffee before saying, "Probably not."

"Why do you say that?" Punk asked, grabbing her cup from out of her hands and taking a sip.

"I feel like it's just early on in my career."

"But you're fifty times better than any other diva, you're so over with the fans, and you're hot so that helps."

Bella felt her cheeks heat up.

"You know I'm right," He took a bite of his sandwich, "Do you need a ride?"

"Did you rent a car?"

"Mhm," he mumbled, with his mouth full.

"Then sure," she smiled, glad things weren't as awkward as they could've been. Then again, it was Punk. He had done this many times before.

They finished their breakfast and walked out the café to Punk's rented car that was convienently parked right near his bus.

"Where's the meeting?" he asked her, getting in the front seat.

"Just at the arena, I think."

"Do you want to maybe change first?" he asked her.

"I'll be fine," she yawned, "Vincey poo will still think I'm cute."

Punk couldn't help but laugh at his friend, but she was right. Vince had really taken a liking to her. She had at least one match a week and that was much more than any other diva. Obviously, she was incredibly deserving of this, but Vince was not a man known for being fair. Punk always had a suspicion that he had a little crush on Bella.

"Alright," he laughed as they finished up their food, "let's go get the car."

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The ride to the arena was quick. Pretty much every place they needed to go was in close proximity. It was very convenient.

"Welcome, Ms. Lavigne," Vince smiled as she entered his office, while Punk waited right outside.

"Mr. Mcmahon," she nodded her head.

"I have to say, I've been very impressed with you lately."

"Have you really?"

"I have indeed," he grinned, "Stephanie called me, raving after your match on Raw."

"That's good. I aim to impress."

"Well, you have been surpassing everyone's expectations."

"Thank you, Mr. Mcmahon."

"Well anyways, I didn't summon you to talk your ear off," he chuckled, "I wanted to tell you- well ask you if you were comfortable being pushed."

Now this peaked her interest. She raised her eyebrows before saying, "Please elaborate."

"As you know, the WWE is very loosely based on an outline and for the less eloquent and charismatic wrestlers, our writers have scripts prepared for them to memorize. Although you are clearly comfortable on the microphone, and you certainly know how to rile up a crowd, there is something missing from your character, and that's where we, at creative, come in."

"Go on," she nodded.

"So, I was thinking. What move can be made to help you assert your dominance? What can we do to help you?" He asked the rhetorical questions before continuing, "Before we can put you in a title match, I think a heel turn is necessary."

She looked impressed, "I think that's a great idea, truly. But I thought I was kind of already a heel."

"I figured you'd say something like that," he flashed his million dollar smile, "you're already seen as a bit of a lone wolf. But I want you to completely alienate yourself from every other woman on the roster. I slowly want to build your character into a megaheel with a god complex. I want you to verbally assault the other women. I want you to berate them for not being half the woman you are."

"I can work with that."

"Now obviously, you have a lot of freedom in this, and we can tweak your character as you see fit, but that's pretty much the main idea I wanted to get across."

"Sounds good to me sir," she smirked as she held her hand out to solidify her deal with the devil.