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"Ouch!"
CM Punk grimaced as his gaze remained glued on the television monitor. He was currently backstage, in his locker room during the Supershow and had just witnessed the complete shambles of a wedding.
"I can't believe what just happened!"
Punk glanced down at the woman sitting with him, and she straightened up so that her head was no longer resting on his shoulder. Ashley Massaro's jaw hung slack at the shock she felt over what had just transpired.
"You know," she said, turning from the TV to eye her straightedge boyfriend, "in some small way, I actually feel sorry for Vickie."
The dark-haired man shifted his gaze back to the screen for a beat before he met the blonde's blue eyes.
"I hate to admit it, but so do I," he confessed. Sure, Vickie Guerrero had been a horrible General Manager for SmackDown, allowing Edge to run rampant and basically do whatever the hell he wanted. It had been that way ever since he'd come back from his last injury in November. The Rated R Superstar had screwed The Undertaker out of becoming World Heavyweight Champion in his Hell in a Cell match with Batista at Survivor Series, and the situation had only escalated from there. To think that for months on end prior to the man's return, he had been romancing the woman, actually using her to suit his own selfish benefit. How Vickie hadn't seen it with her own two eyes really made Punk wonder... She didn't strike him as being a stupid woman - but she had been naive, and incredibly oblivious.
Ashley sat up a bit more to straddle his lap. She raised her arms, encircling them around his neck, and her pouty lips were close to his mouth as she spoke.
"You wouldn't ever do that to me, would you, CM?" she asked.
He smiled as he met her eyes. She was so adorable, yet truly hot as well. He leaned forward, touching her cute little button nose with his own.
"'Course not," he replied. He kept his mouth shut to the fact that he'd probably never be in the kind of scenario to do to her as Edge had done to the SmackDown GM. It wasn't that he didn't love the punk diva... But the truth was, he wasn't so sure he believed in the institution of marriage. However, fortunately, he didn't have to mention that to her - yet. After all, they'd only been dating for three months so far. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and pressed his lips on hers, kissing her tenderly, then with more passion. Ashley responded in kind, her slender fingers caressing his shoulder-length black hair as she lazily swirled her tongue around his, lingering on his tongue ring. It was a habit of hers that he really enjoyed. But after a moment or so, she pulled back, cocking her head as she gazed into his eyes. She was giving him a questioning look, which sort of freaked him out. Somehow, the girl was damned good at reading him.
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence.
She shook her head, blinking as she continued to stare at him. She wasn't even swayed when he slid one of his hand down to her butt.
"Something's on your mind... I know you," she said. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he stammered, knowing full well he answered too quickly. "Well, that is, nothing but you, babe." He winked at her, thoughts of what he would do to her - with her later - running through his head.
The blonde diva's lips spread into a beautiful smile, though Punk wasn't quite sure she truly bought into his response. Nonetheless, she cuddled against him as she settled back again to gaze at the television monitor. Edge was now busy making out with Maryse while Vickie looked on in horror. Seriously, though, he thought it was ludicrous that the General Manager hadn't been able to easily see through the facade that had been her relationship with the Rated R Superstar. The man did what he wanted, when he wanted and never failed to remind the world of that at any given chance. Likewise, Edge was constantly scheming and plotting for his own benefit. Sure, he'd clearly cared about his last girlfriend, Lita, and had gone to bat for her on more than one occasion. But that was different. He'd never even exacted revenge on The Undertaker for giving Vickie a Tombstone all those months back.
As Punk eyed the screen again, he shook his head. Guerrero had evidently had enough, as she'd bolted out of her wheelchair - which, as Edge had pointed out in a not-so-nice way, she didn't need, anyway - and was now running for the backstage area.
Sure enough, as the cameras faded out, they could suddenly hear screaming. It was emerging from the arena hallway, and they both knew it was coming from Vickie.
As their eyes met, Ashley's blue orbs widened, and she rose from the small leather couch upon which they'd been sitting. She had no qualms about getting more of an eyeful of the situation as she opened the locker room door and merely stood in the doorway.
Punk rose to join her, and he put an arm around the blonde, just in time to see Teddy Long attempting to calm the distraught woman.
"I will not calm down!" the General Manager of SmackDown yelled. "Don't touch me!"
Long stood by helplessly, spreading his arms and shaking his head.
"Vickie, please... Let me help you."
"No!" she cried. "Just... Leave me alone." She whirled around to see Ashley and Punk standing in the doorway, obviously eavesdropping, and her sad expression turned furious. "What the hell are you two freaks staring at?!" With that, she stormed away.
Teddy eyed the couple in turn, still shaking his head.
"I tried to warn her," he said.