The Girls' Turn

"Yeah." He nodded as he watched them dance.

"Cheer up." he chuckled. "Come on, I'll buy you a beer and you can buy me a Pepsi." he joked.

"You, buy alcohol?" He teased him.

"I didn't say I'd hand it to you. I'd just pay for it." he said as he started to walk to the bar.

"Spare me." He snorted. "Mr. Holier than Thou."

"Well, it's the truth." he snorted. "Order your nasty drink."

"Two Pepsis, please." he smirked.

"Oh, look at you." he smirked as he paid for their drinks.

"Shut up." he snorted. "One of us has to be sober."

"Or you just want to be like me." he joked.

"That's exactly it." he smirked.

"I knew it. It's okay to admit it, Colton." he smirked as he took his soda.

"Fine, I want to be like you without the psychotic wife." he snorted.

"You're so nice." he chuckled. "But...you have a psychotic woman, so...you're like me." he joked. Just then, two women made their presence known and they were dressed in the sluttiest outfits ever, lol.

"Oh my god! You're Colt Cabana and CM Punk!"

"Are we now?" Scott asked, amused.

"Duh." The one girl giggled.

"Like you guys don't know." the other one said. "I'm Becky." she said, eyeing Punk.

"And I'm Carrie." the other one said as she grinned at Colt.

"I'm the Devil.' Punk smirked.

Scott snorted at Punk. "Sorry ladies, Punk doesn't get to meet new people often."

"Aw, why is that?" Becky asked as she rested a hand on Phil's shoulder.

"Busy working and summoning souls."

"That's a little creepy." Carrie frowned.

It's like Lacy had a sensor on Punk, lol, because as soon as Becky touched him, her eyes darted over to them and they narrowed. Punk wasn't moving her away. "Ellie." she pointed.

"Well that's Punk for ya." he chuckled. "What brings you ladies over?"

Ellie had pouted when they stopped dancing, but she looked over at where Lacy pointed and immediately glared as the one chick was touching Colt's arm. "What the fuck?"

"Oh we're just really big fans." Becky said as she removed her hand from Punk's shoulder and grabbed her drink.

"And we're going to sign up for wrestling school." Carrie said. "We heard you two own one and we were hoping to get information too. You know, talk to you guys and maybe one day we can go in there and wrestle with you guys."

"We can..wrestle...all night if we have to." Becky grinned.

Scott rose a brow. "Well y'know, I don't know. Lacy is the one that deals with female applicants."

"And they're not pushing them away." Lacy rose a brow.

"Oh come on." Carrie pouted. "You guys can't handle it?"

"No." Punk snorted. "My woman is in charge with that. Talk to her."

"Why talk to her, when I can talk directly to you?" Becky smirked. "What do I have to do to convince you?"

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"Maybe they're fans or something." Ellie said.

"Ladies, you're being a little persistent here. Punk's wife sorts that out."

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"Fans, my ass." Lacy said as she started to head over.

They both sighed. "He doesn't need a wife to sort anything out."

"Uh...you're both mental." he said. "Can you two just leave us alone?"

Ellie just wanted to give them the benefit of doubt, but she could smell a skank a mile away, lol. She headed over with Lacy and saw how the one chick started to stroke Colt's arm. She rolled her eyes and wanted to prove a point. She marched right over to them and maybe it was the drinks in her system...actually, it wasn't, but eh. "Hi guys." she said. "Excuse me." she said as she pretty much pushed Carrie aside and just pulled Colt closer to her, kissing him roughly and passionately.

Scott made a surprised noise and before gaining some sense and kissing her back.

Lacy took a difference approach and just crossed her arms, fixing these two bitches with a glare and a scowl. "Can I help you?"