We're at it again

"It's called work." he chuckled. "They had to get their stuff down packed, since I have very high standards." he joked.

"Whatever, I think you enjoyed it." She snorted."

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3 Years Earlier

"I don't care, Phil," Lacy said as she made her way down the hall. "If it's for work, then do what you've got to do." He had to do a few rather suggestive segments with the Bella Twins, and her tone showed that she was obviously unhappy, but she wasn't going to say it out loud.

Punk followed her. "You know I don't want to and I don't like it, don't be upset."

"I'm not. I'm fine, see? Perfectly fine." She turned to give him a smile.

"You're a horrible liar." he snorted. "We'll talk later, I need to go film this segment."

"Uh huh." She shook her head and decided that when he left she would go to see exactly what this segment was about.

Punk went to where the segment was taking place and was told what to do, when he saw the Bellas appear. They then rolled the cameras.

Punk was backstage, listening to music from his iPod and rolling his wrists, when a hand is shown going on both of his shoulders. He removed an earbud and looked from side to side, the Bellas appearing. "Hola Punk." they greeted.

"Uh...ladies."

"We know you have a match later on tonight and we wanted to wish you good luck." Nikki said as she twirled her hair.

"Yeah Papi Punk." Brie flirted. "We know you don't need it, but it's always nice to give."

Nikki grinned. "We'll be watching closely. We love to see you in the ring."

Brie nodded. "Nikki's right. Maybe it's the whole Straight Edge thing, but we are so interested in you."

"...that's uh...nice?" he said.

"Mhm. Go out there and make us proud. Who knows, maybe we'll even go out there next week and accompany you to the ring." Nikki told him.

"Only if you win tonight's match." Brie smirked.

"Good luck Papi."

"Besos." they said in unison as they kissed his cheek and walked off.

Punk watched them walk off and shook his head, wiping the lipstick off. "Now I'm going to lose. Great." he muttered as he walked off.

Lacy watched them film the segment, and the further it progressed, the most annoyed she got. She had her arms crossed and her jaw locked tight before it ended, and huffed and stormed off when they kissed his cheek. "Bitches," she muttered as she walked down the hall.

A while had passed after the segment, since Punk had a match and well...had to do it. After he won his match, he headed off to his locker room.

When Punk got back to the locker room, he'd see her throwing her gear angrily into her bag. "Nice match," she said shortly.

"Uh...thanks." he said as he went to grab some clothes from his bag to shower. "And why are you so pissed?"

"I'm not, just packing up." As she threw her poor boots into her bag. lol.

"Right." he said. "I'm gonna shower. I'll be out in a few, then we can head off to the hotel."

"Uh huh." She nodded. When he got out, he'd see that she had already left. Caught a ride with someone else to the hotel.

After he showered and walked out to his locker room, he was surprised to see Lacy wasn't there and neither were her belongings. "What the fuck?" he asked himself. He grabbed his shit and went to his rental car, driving to the hotel. Once there, he went inside and headed to his room.

Lacy was in the middle of changing her clothes when Punk walked in and sighed.

"Thanks for waiting." he said as he put his stuff down, once he got into the room.

"Could have asked your twins to wait for you."

"Seriously Lacy? Seriously?"

"Seriously Lacy nothing." She said, throwing down her top and just standing there and her bra and pajama shorts. "Nothing about that shit was scripted, so don't even try to convince me otherwise, okay?"

"What are you talking about? That was all scripted. If it wasn't, I wouldn't have even done that segment."

"They're fucking sluts and they were all over you. You knew I didn't like it and you went through with it anyway. Meanwhile if I so much as smile at another guy you lose your shit!" She inhaled sharply and cursed as she felt her eyes start to water. "God damn it," she muttered as she wiped at her eyes angrily.

"Well what am I supposed to do? Tell Vince, hey...I can't do this segment because Lacy won't like it? Yes, I lose my shit too...but I let you do your job. They're sluts yes, but am I with them? Nope. Did I want them all over me? Nope."

"I'm not trying to keep you from doing your job, don't make me look like I'm trying to control your shit. Just.. ugh-- nothing. Whatever, work is work, I don't want to talk about it anymore." She said as she went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Punk just shook his head. He wasn't even going to bother anymore, obviously she didn't want to hear anything he had to say. Since he already showered, he just stripped down to his boxers and went to bed, getting under the covers.