Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own anyone in this story.

A/N So I'm back with another Punkryse, I hope you guys like it…


Chantage d'Amour

Allowing a curse to roll out of his tongue, the young Straight Edge Superstar took another glance at the picture his fingers held vehemently. He has been staring at it for quite some time now while trying hard to recognize the handwriting in the short but straight to the point note that came with it.

He couldn't recognize the handwriting… but according to the short note, the mysterious person that has sent both the picture and the note knew who he was and what he stood up for.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He asked to no one in particular in a low tone, his olive colored eyes never leaving the image that has come back to haunt him.

It was an old picture and for a stranger's eyes it would be hard, almost impossible to recognize the scrawny kid that was just hitting puberty on it… but he recognized him, how could he not?

He ran his fingers through his dark hair, his lips forming a thin line in his face as he tried to think on what to do. This person, who could be anyone for all he knew, could try to use the image against him; and if he did he was done for, his reputation would sink to the floor and he would lose all the credibility he has built for himself over the years.

It shouldn't be that way. The picture was very old, he has been a mere boy and his believes back then were not what they had become now.

At that time he hadn't found his true self… he was just a few years away from finding the lifestyle that to that day ruled his world.

"Fuck, fuck and fuck" He chanted, he was screwed… done!


Phil's eyes found their way to the door, the wooden barrier that has been guarding him from the world has just gotten open. He automatically hid the photo because it wouldn't do to have someone take a look at it… especially if that someone was Maryse.

Now, he didn't know Maryse very well. He just knew that she worked with him and that she was the biggest bitch in the entire world… or so claimed Mickie. But if he knew something was that if he should hide the picture from someone, that someone was Maryse.

That woman was only trouble and he just needed to take a look at her to know that, it was the aura that she emanated.

"I think you got the wrong door sweetheart" He said as the blonde woman remained standing under the doorframe, her hands on her hips and her eyes on him. She was smiling slyly, first indication that she up to something.

"This is exactly the place I was looking for, Punk" She said in her thick accent, giving no indication that she was going to move anytime soon.

"If you are looking for Mickie she's not here, so go and bother somebody else. I'm kind of busy" He said taking his kneepads to put them on.

Maryse laughed, taking a few steps forward and closing the door behind her. "You'll make time for me, trust me" She walked in and sat in the chair that faced him, her eyes scanning him in a way that he didn't like.

He looked at her through half closed eyelids… wondering what the hell did she wanted.

"So… did you get my note?"

Phil laughed and threw his head back, not a tingle of amusement in his outburst. "Oh you have to be fucking kidding me!" The little bitch… he should have known the moment she walked in! Shit, for the first time in his life he felt like using a bit of force against a woman and that was just wrong! He needed to clear his head before he started to act out of impulses. "What do you want?"

"Why, I just send it as a token of my appreciation… I thought you would like to have it. I mean, it would be very bad if that little picture got out to the public… don't you think?"

He took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to strangle the woman until seeing her face blue… "Cut the bullshit and tell me what you want"

Maryse flipped at her hair and rolled her eyes, her lips sporting a mocking smile. "First of all, I hate when people curse so please try not to…"

"Tell me what the fuck do you want before I fucking kill you" Bitch…

"Ugh" She said waving him off. "Anyway, Punk. This is going to be easy; I just need you to do me a little favor"

He blinked in mistrust, his mind racing over a million ways he could get screwed over by the devious woman. "A favor… what kind of favor?"

"Easy, like I told you. I'm having…" She looked up, batting her eyelashes in a sweet way that didn't suit her. "Let's say I'm having problems with a guy and I want you to help me with it"

This time he laughed, resting his elbows over his knees so he could get a little bit more near to her. "You want me to beat someone? Is that it?" She certainly wouldn't ask him to kill him… right?

"No. I want you to pretend that you are my boyfriend"

"Oh my God!" He guffawed, pushing back into his chair so he could laugh loudly. This woman had him by the balls, practically, and she just wanted him to play boyfriend and girlfriend so she could get back at some guy!

It was ridiculous and there was no way he was going to do it.

He dragged his hands down his face, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Sorry Blondie, I can't"

"Awww that's too bad" She said in a feigned melodramatic tone. "Now I'll get upset and in my sorrow I may send some of the copies of that picture around. Imagine what that would cause. You, the monk guy drinking" She laughed, getting up to her feet.

Phil became somber, his mind going back to the picture. "That's an old picture and I doubt someone will take it seriously. I wasn't even Straight Edge when that was taken! Fuck it, I was just a kid" In fact, that has been the first and last time his lips ever touched alcohol.

He has been curious as to what everybody liked about drinking, curious about why his father was so fond of it. It took him just a taste to know it wasn't his thing. But because life liked to screw him over, the moment was caught on camera…

"Who gave you that picture?"

"That doesn't matter, anyway, ciao"

"Wait" He said before she could reach the door. She turned upon hearing him, smirking in triumph and walking back to sit in front of him.

He could easily explain the picture to the world… but it would taint him, it could be his downfall. And maybe he was been overdramatic but the truth was that he didn't want the picture to leak out.

"Let's say I do this thing…" He chuckled, not believing that he was considering it. "What guarantees me that you won't publish it or something?"

"If you serve me well I won't. I can only give you my word and you will have to take it"

That he didn't like. He didn't trust her, but did he have any other choice?

"And what exactly do you want me to do?" He asked through gritted teeth, not liking the control she gained over him. Sure, it could be a lot worse, but he still didn't like it.

"Just pretend you are my boyfriend. Oh but there are some rules. Number one, you don't touch me; number two, no cursing and number three, you do what I say"

"This has to be a joke"

"It's no joke, I'm very serious"

He bit at his lips and stared at her. "One thing, do you really need to do this to get back at some guy. Can't you use your charm to get him back?"

He couldn't understand it, a woman like Maryse didn't need jealousy to win a man back; she was a lot of men's dream woman… sure, she was a fucking bitch with an attitude problem but she sure as hell could get a great number of men to swoon at her feet.

Maryse tilted her head, smirking at him and running her manicured fingers through her golden locks. "I don't want him back, I want him to get so jealous that he can't sleep or breathe without thinking of what he gave up; and then, when he's on his knees begging for me to take him back I'll be the one saying the last word, he's not going to like it. That's when our deal is over"

Phil shook his head. There was nothing worse that a woman trying to get some kind of revenge over a past lover… he has been at the receiving end of it more times than he cared to count. "You are a wicked woman Maryse"

"I know" She said getting up to her feet and rolling her eyes as she spoke. "Now, I want to meet you after the show, I want to star this thing tonight"

After saying that she walked to the door; once there she looked back at him and grinned. "And put on something nice, we are going out"

When the door closed and he was back again alone with his newfound misery, Phil closed his eyes and covered them with the palms of his hands.