Hey guys! This is a collab between trinigemz on YouTube and myself based on her videoC.M. Punk / A.J. Lee -Next Contestant( /watch?v=j2gl7nT7HQY&feature=relmfu ) It's totally awesome and I never thought I would actually get the honor to write a story for it, let alone with it's epic creator!

We'll be alternating chapters, so this one was written by yours truly.

Here Comes the Next Contestant

Chapter 1

Phil really couldn't blame the guy. She's was dressed rather enticingly; the black mini dress hugged her figure nicely. Her chestnut eyes shown brightly as she talked, the ever-present charming smile on her lips. Her chocolate hair was styled as it usually was, with the soft wave. She was truly irresistible.

He thought it wasn't the best idea to let John drag him away from her for a couple of drinks with the boys. His idiot colleague, Primo, currently trying to grab her ass proved him right.

John had been going off about that night's show, saying how amazing it went. Phil wasn't paying attention, just nodding his head a couple of times to make it look like he was listening. He watched AJ struggle to get the man from touching her in any intimate way, only fueling his anger.

"Phil?" John asked, grabbing the Chicago native's attention. "You OK—Oh. You're not-girlfriend is being felt up by Señor Pendejo."

Phil rolled his eyes at the star wrestler and ran a hand over his head. "This situation wouldn't be happening if you hadn't pulled me away."

"Don't you go blaming me for your mistake-"

Kofi looked over Phil's shoulder curiously. "Dude, he's going for the thigh."

"That's it," Phil exclaimed, slamming the table with his fist. The loud noise startled the people around him, his friends giving him knowing looks.

"It may be best not t' GTS the fella," Stephen said and took another sip of his beer.

"No promises," Phil growled out and walked towards AJ, dodging waitresses with shirts two sizes too small and shorts to match. He ignored the winks he gave him, offering them tight smiles in hopes they would just turn away and go flirt with some other wrestler. Preferably Primo.

He kept his gaze on AJ at all times, ignoring the loud chattering going on around him. His rage grew with every step, watching carefully as AJ tensed up even more but kept a smile on her face as Primo's hand slowly slid down her side to her waist.

His speed increased to a point where he was nearly running to get to his "not-girlfriend", as John put it. Yeah, they weren't together. Officially, anyway. Phil could deal with that detail later. Right now, the priority was to get AJ away from Primo and to teach the Puerto Rican to stay away from what was his.

AJ gave Primo a tight smile, trying to subtly get out of Primo's grasp.

"You look so beautiful tonight, chica," Primo was saying, rubbing her side. The smell of alcohol enveloped her senses. She tried not to cringe.

"Thanks, Primo," she said cheerfully, pulling back a little. The move successfully removed Primo's hand from her side.

Seconds later, the hand was placed on her hip. AJ mentally flinched, her smile wavering a little. "Look, Primo-"

"Sh, no words are needed, AJ. I can't believe I let you go. You look like a goddess tonight. Not like the kid I first met."

Ouch. AJ turned her head away. "Primo, really, I'm not-"

He cut her off by grabbing her chin and turning her face roughly back to him. "As I was saying, I was thinking about giving it another go. What do you say?"

AJ sighed. "Not that I'm not...grateful for the offer, but I'm not ready for a relationship now."

Primo seemed to completely ignore her, his hand sliding down to her thigh. AJ grabbed his hand and shoved it back into his chest. "Don't touch me."

Primo grinned. "No need to play hard to get, chica. I thought we were passed this base?"

"Even when we first dated we didn't get past first base. Now, you're not even going to be able to start running!" AJ hissed and turned to walked away. "I'm leaving now. I thought I could actually have a legitimate conversation with you. I see you're too drunk to do that."

However, before AJ could even walk, Primo's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. AJ let out a yelp and struggled to get out of his grip, trying to push off his chest all the while Primo was whispering obscene things into her ear with a huge grin.

"Primo!" she growled.

"Don't make a scene, sweetheart. You can do all the growling when I get you to my room..."

AJ struggled a little longer, though it didn't help a bit. She gave up, going lax in his arms.

"Giving up?"

AJ didn't even grace him with an answer. She looked out ahead of her and her eyes widened. Coming straight at them like a freight train was the Second City Saint, CM Punk. His olive eyes were blazing with something AJ couldn't tell, but the look was enough to send chills down her spine. She looked back at Primo who had also noticed the WWE Champion making his way over to them.

AJ didn't know why CM Punk was coming over, but with the look he had in his eyes, Primo was going to be beaten to a pulp. AJ glared up at Primo. "You're screwed."

Primo instantly let AJ go, CM Punk already there to deliver a punch to Primo's jaw. AJ backed away, watching in confusion as Punk grabbed Primo by his collar and dragged him toward the exit. AJ, due to mere curiosity, walked after them. She signaled to other wrestlers that were trying to follow that she would handle it. Outside, AJ followed them to an alleyway next to the bar. She didn't round the corner, just stuck her head out to watch the scene unfold.

Punk flung Primo against the wall. "Do you get off on touching women like that?"

Primo held his hands up. "H-hey, I meant no harm-"

"Shut up!" Punk hissed and shoved him back into the brick wall. "Don't you lie to my face. I saw you whispering in her ear with that perverse grin as she struggled to get away from you. Why did you do it?"

Primo opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"Looking like a fish out of water isn't helping your case, asshole," Punk said.

Primo started to rant in Spanish in a very scared tone. AJ caught a "lo siento", so she figured out he was trying to apologize.

AJ was so entranced in the fight that she didn't hear large footsteps behind her. She jumped five feet in the air when a large hand grabbed her shoulder gently. She stifled a shriek and turned around, ready to kick the stranger where the sun don't shine. The fear left her body as soon as she saw Sheamus' friendly grin.

"You scared the shit out of me!" she whispered harshly.

"Gee, sorry, lass," Sheamus said, genuinely apologetic. "But anyway, how's it goin' down?"

"Punk's got Primo up against the wall whining like a total bitch," AJ said jokingly.

Sheamus let out a hushed chuckle and AJ returned to watching Punk.

"God, shut up already!" Punk yelled, running a hand over his head.

"So you forgive me?" Primo said hopefully.

"When did I say that?" Punk growled out harshly. Even from AJ's position, the growl made her neck hair stand on end. "You're pathetic. You ever touch AJ like that again and I'll rip you dick off and shove it down your throat."

Primo gulped and put his hands up in surrender.

Punk backed away as if he was done. Primo relaxed only to receive a quick punch to the side of the head, sending him sprawling to the ground. Primo instantly started screaming Spanish curses at him. Punk responded with a roll of his eyes and turned around. AJ froze in her spot as Punk caught sight of her, not sure if she should run away or jump into the straight edge man's tattooed arms.

Rage had enveloped his mind so much that he didn't notice AJ followed him out. She was staring at him, completely frozen. Her mouth fell open in awe.

Phil instantly looked down, not knowing what to do. I probably just ruined all chances I had with the girl of my dreams. "I'm sorry."

"O-oh, um..." Phil looked up to see AJ unfrozen and fiddling with her hands. "Thank you, Punk, for doing that."

She still calls me Punk... "You can call me Phil, AJ. And no problem. He shouldn't be treating you like that anyway."

AJ looked at him directly in the eye. "I owe you a lot."

Phil's eyes widened. "No, it's fine-"

"No it's not, Phil." It feels nice when she says my name. "I'll give you anything. You really took a large chip off my shoulder."

Phil let out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "Gee, I don't know what to ask for..." This is the perfect time to ask her, moron! He walked up to her and held out his arm for her to loop her arm through. "How's about a date?"

AJ looked up at him and swayed back and forth with a skeptical eyebrow raised. "A simple date? That's all you want?"

"Well, yeah. If you'll have me. I won't force you or anything," Phil said quickly, panicking. Maybe she really didn't want to date him-

"I'd love to," AJ said with a laugh. She looped her arm in his. She placed her other hand on his bicep.

"Dinner, tomorrow night after the show?" Phil asked.

"You got it," AJ agreed happily.

Phil grinned and held her close, walking her back to the hotel.

As they passed Stephen who was leaning against the front of the bar, Phil gave the Irishman a gesture to the alleyway. Stephen nodded in acknowledgment, pushing off the wall and disappearing down the alley.

Phil turned his attention back to the beautiful woman on his arm. "So, do you like Italian?"

Stephen grinned as he rounded the corner. "At'a boy. Finally."

He found Primo struggling to get up. He walked over to help the Puerto Rican up. "Come on, pendejo. Let's get ya t' yer cousin so 'e can tuck ya in."

Primo was so fazed that he didn't even register the insult directed at him. All he could process was to never go near AJ again lest he wanted a heavily tattooed punk coming after him.

For you not-Spanish people, pendejo means a strand of pubic hair literally but is used like "ass hole" or "idiot". I think you can understand in this context the former is being used :)

R&R if you'd like to see more! - KC