I was bored. My computer was busted from when it hit the floor last week and Shawn and Hunter were fighting Jerishow right now. They didn't want me a ringside because I tend to cause some problems when I'm out there with the two of them.
Originally I planned on just walking around backstage and maybe pull a few harmless pranks, since there was a no contact clause in our contract for our match next Sunday with Legacy. That's what I planned on doing. Instead I was being chased down by a very angry CM Punk.
Apparently, when you spray-paint "I'm gonna steal that title soon" all over the walls of his locker room, he takes it into personal offense. It doesn't really help much when he's 'all about respect' and that prank is taken as a form of disrespect.
I never meant for it to be disrespectful. I was just really, really bored. Calling Paul Heyman "Twinkie Tits", that was meant to be disrespectful. I guess calling Punk "Cookipus" was pretty disrespectful of me as well.
It all started just before DX's match against Jerishow...
*Forty Minutes Earlier*
"Noooo Shawn, Hunter, don't leave! I'ma be so bored!" I wailed as Shawn put his cowboy hat on.
"We have to go, but we'll be back as soon as we possibly can." Shawn assured me.
"Can I please come out there with you guys?" I begged, "I promise I'll be good."
"No," Shawn said sternly, "You always get us, or yourself, into major trouble."
I groaned and fell face first onto the couch so it would muffle the sounds of the profanities I was unleashing.
Shawn sighed, and from the sound of that sigh, I can assume he also rolled his eyes. "We'll be back in about half an hour, give or take a few minutes."
I watched the two of them walk out the door before I grabbed a can of bright green spray-paint and hurried out the door to find CM Punk's locker room because well, I was going to leave him a little warning message.
As I made my way through the hallways I couldn't help but notice that no matter where I went, Randy Orton was always nearby. Finally, after having taken a detour down a pretty shady hallway, I found Punk's locker room, but there was one problem; I could hear CM Punk and Paul Heyman talking inside.
"Great," I mumbled to myself, "How am I going to get rid of them?" I began wrapping my brain around every possible solution until I finally had one I was satisfied with. I quickly stuffed the spray-paint into my right cargo pocket and knocked on the door.
A very annoyed looking Paul Heyman answered the door. "What do you want?" He barked.
"Nice to see you too Paul." I mumbled sarcastically. "Hey Punk, Vince wants to see you. He said somethin' 'bout the WWE Championship and Hell in a Cell." I called to Punk.
"And why are you telling me this?" Punk asked suspiciously as he came to stand beside Paul.
I looked at the floor and my voice lowered as I replied, "Shawn and Hunner didn't want me at ringside during their match."
Punk seemed satisfied with that answer and he and Paul pushed past me, only to realize once they were halfway down the hall that I didn't tell them where Vince was. "Where the hell is he?" Punk called out.
I thought for a second the replied with, "I dunno, Catering probably." I watched the two of them leave before dashing into the locker room, hopping up and the couch, and spray-painting "I'm gonna steal that title soon" on the wall. After I finished I was about to jump down off the couch, but I happened to notice how fun and bouncy the couch was, and I just had to bounce on it a few times. Well...those few times turned into a lot of times and I didn't actually stop until Paul and Punk came back.
"I can't believe she tricked us Paul! Vince isn't even..." Punk's sentences faltered when he saw the walls, the can of spray-paint in my hand, and me bouncing on the couch.
The second they noticed me I stopped bouncing and rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment. "This um...this looks bad, doesn't it?"
"You vandalized the walls and were jumping on your reigning WWE Champion's couch? Do you even know how disrespectful that is?" Paul growled as Punk glared daggers at me.
Paul's last remark made my blood boil and I suddenly got really defensive. "Shut it Twinkie Tits! I didn't mean no disrespect or nothin' like that!" I snapped.
A very shocked Paul Heyman stepped away from me as a rather surprised CM Punk asked, "Did...did you just call Paul Twinkie Tits?"
"Stay out of this Cookiepus!" I growled.
Punk didn't know what to do so he just stared at me, but the anger that blazed in his eyes like a wildfire was apparent.
I realized just what I had said and just how angry I had made Punk so I tore out of that locker room and straight down the hall, only to realize Punk was chasing after me. I was freaking out by this point; I had just pissed of the WWE Champion and Shawn and Hunter couldn't come and help me, even if they wanted to.
And that brings us to now.
I glanced behind me to see how far away Punk was when I crashed into something. No, not something but somebody. I looked up, fearing that it was a member of Legacy, but was overjoyed and relieved to see Jeff Hardy. "Jeffy," I squealed as Punk grew nearer, "Help me!" I jumped to my feet and ran behind him in the hopes that he would bail my ass out of this situation.
"Get out of the way Hardy!" I heard Punk snarl.
I peeked out from behind Jeff and saw him and Punk were in each other’s faces. "Don't let him get me Jeffy." I whimpered. I had to admit; a pissed off CM Punk was pretty freaking scary.
"Just leave her alone Punk, she didn't do any real harm." Jeff growled.
Punk looked like he was ready to hit Jeff, but Matt came up behind Punk and tapped him on the shoulder. "I think you better leave the two off them alone Phil. Otherwise, things won't be headin' your way."
Punk was going to argue, but after realizing he was outnumbered three-to-one, he decided it wasn't worth it and stormed off.
After I was sure he was gone I jumped out from behind Jeff and gleefully cried, "Yay, Matty and Jeffro to the rescue!"
Jeff turned and looked at me, and for a second I was scared that he might be mad, but that fear diminished when he wrapped me up in a tight bear hug. "I'm so glad you're alright Ash." He breathed.
"I am too." I panted as I tried to catch my breath.
As soon as Jeff let go of me Matt wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "So what did you do to piss off Punk?"
"Hehehe, I spray-painted stuff on the walls, jumped around on his couch, called Heyman Twinkie Tits, and I called Punk Cookiepus." After I finished explaining just what I did I couldn't help but think about the Twinkie Tits insult and I began laughing hysterically.
Matt and Jeff looked at each other, then at me and began laughing along with me. Their laughter wasn't quite as hysteric as mine, but it was close enough.
"Their faces' man, they were priceless!" I laughed harder when I pictured the astonished looks they had.
"I would've paid to see the look on their faces'." Matt said as he held his side and tried to calm himself.
I took a few deep breaths and wiped a tear from my eye. "Aw man, it was hilarious."
There was an awkward silence between us for a few moments before Jeff spoke up. "Hey, why don't you come on over to our locker room for awhile?"
"Yeah," Matt butted in, "Punk might come back later." Okay, if I didn't have a crush on Hunter I would openly admit Matt and Jeff's North Carolina accents were sexy.
I felt my cheeks beginning to get hot so I quickly replied, "Yeah, why not?" All the while I was thinking 'oh god their accents' are hot!'
Both Matt and Jeff were staring at me awkwardly for some odd reason. "Can you um...repeat that please?" Jeff asked.
I eyed the two of them suspiciously. "I never said anything, I thought something."
"Then you were thinking out loud." Matt stated, "By the way, thanks for complementing our accents."
"I was...oh god!" I squealed in embarrassment. I buried my face in my hands and headed off towards the Hardy Boyz locker room.
Matt mumbled something but was then silenced by Jeff. "Don't, she has a crush on Hunter."
My eyes widened and I spun around to face them. "H-How do you know that?" I stuttered.
Jeff merely shrugged. "Shawn tells me a lot."
"I'ma kill Shawn." I snarled as I stormed away from them. I was no longer headed towards Matt and Jeff's locker room; I was going to DX's.
"Whoa, calm down Ash, Shawn didn't mean any harm. If it makes you feel any better he also told me about the nightmares." Jeff said sympathetically as he hurried to my side.
"Even if he didn't it's obvious I haven't been sleeping very well." I mumbled, "These bags ain't easy to hide."
"I do think Shawn's right about something though; you should at least tell somebody about them." Jeff admitted.
"I suppose you're right but I don't want anybody else to know." I made sure to make the last part clear.
"Alright, just start when you're ready," Jeff said.
I looked around for something to sit on and found a few crates stacked up nearby so I sat on them while Jeff and Matt sat around me on the floor like little children eagerly waiting for story time. After I was situated I told them how my dreams went, getting slapped, running away, being chased by cops, jumping into the creek, and finally almost drowning.
"Wow," Matt said in awe, "That sounds like an awful nightmare."
I let out a sigh similar to the one I let out when Shawn woke me up from the nightmare almost two weeks ago. "They're memories from before I met Shawn. I ran away from my abusive mother when I was seventeen. My dad died when I was real little so I never really knew him."
Both Jeff and Matt got up and hugged me comfortingly. "You made the right choice leaving that place." Jeff murmured in my ear, "If not, you might've never made it here."
I looked up at Matt and Jeff and smiled. "Thanks for your support. You guys are the brothers I never had."
Both of them nodded and we made our way towards their locker room. I was so happy I finaly told somebody about my past because it was really starting to eat at me.