In the Indies

"It is, AJ." he smirked. "Because of you, I've got Lacy mad at me and I don't like it when she's mad at me. Lace, get her."

Lacy smirked back at AJ and kicked her in the stomach with the spike of her heel before throwing her out of the ring by her hair. After she dusted off her hands, she looked back at Punk over her shoulder with a small, innocent smile.

Punk smirked and went over to her, pulling her by her hair and kissed her, holding her close to him...receiving boos and whistles, lol.

She smirked and returned his kiss, running her nails down his back. Boos were mainly coming from the jealous men and women, lol.

He pulled away and slapped her ass, then smirked at everybody. "Oh booooooo. Stay jealous people." he said. "Let's get out of here." he told her as he started to head out of the ring.

Lacy bit her lip with a smirk when he smacked her ass and followed him out of the ring, stopped when she saw AJ still on the ground clutching her stomach and pulled Punk back to her, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist with a grin.

AJ simply glared at them as she clutched at her stomach. Punk smirked and held onto Lacy, groping her ass...obviously. He then lead her to the back.

The ever annoying interviewer made his presence known as they made their way to the backstage area. "Punk, Lacy... any word on what just happened out there?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Lacy laughed a little. "We just proved to AJ and everyone else who had any doubt that I am the only one woman enough for Punk. That's how it's always been, and how it always will be." She smirked and looked at Punk, running her hands through his hair. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a lot of making up and warming up to do before his match."

"Out of my way loser.'' Punk said as he shoved him aside and headed to his locker room.

A few weeks later, Lacy was down at ringside while Punk competed in a match. She'd interfered in the match a lot, and eventually the referee got fed up and disqualified Punk. She was wide eyed as Punk stormed off and went after him. Now the cameras were following them backstage as Lacy tried to explain herself. "Punk! Punk, please! I was only trying to help, I didn't know the referee was going to do that!"

"Lacy, I love you...but you should have let it be! I had that match."

"Honey, please... I don't know what came over me. I was only trying to help you!" she said as she was about to walk into his locker room.

"I didn't need the help at that moment." he said as he kicked open his locker room door.

She let out a small yelp as he kicked the door open. "I..I-I love you." That usually worked.

"...you know I do too." he sighed.

"And you know I wouldn't have interfered if I didn't care," she told him, going closer to him.

He sighed. "I know."

"I don't like it when you're mad at me." She pouted, going over, to rest her hands on his chest.

Whipped chants started in the background, lol.

"I beg to differ. You like it because then I get all hands on with you." he smirked as he pulled her closer by her hips.

She giggled and smirked knowingly. "You forgive me baby?"

He smirked and picked her up, kissing her as he kept her up against the wall. "You know the answer." he said as he kissed her again......then opened the door and put her outside. "No." he said and closed the door on her.

Lacy frowned and her jaw dropped when he said no. "Punk, I was only trying to he--" The door slammed in her face. "I was only trying to help you..." she pouted before she broke down in tears. Then she got angry and banged against his door with her fist. "I was only trying to help you!" she shrieked, ignoring the stares of the other wrestlers backstage.

"Woman! Knock it off."

Daniel Bryan was on the side, talking to AJ. "...that is oneee crazy chick." he said as they walked off.

She heard Bryan and let out a shriek of frustration, storming off.

-

At the next show, Lacy was out in the ring, wearing this and looking distraught as she stood next to an older gentleman.

After her music died down, the gentleman started to speak. "Good evening everyone, my name is Doctor Edwards, a marriage counselor here in the city of Chicago. I'm here on behalf of Mrs. Lacy Brooks." Boos from the crowd. "Over the past few weeks we've seen the relationship between one CM Punk, known to Lacy as Phil behind closed doors, and this young lady standing next to me all but fall apart." He gave Lacy a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as she wiped under her eyes. "Their marital dissension has caused a great deal of stress for Lacy which has lead to lack of an appetite, loss of sleep and hair, and has probably driven her body into the beginning stages of infertility." More boos from the crowd. "Lacy has asked me to come here to try and help smooth other their tensions so that they can resume to being the..." he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, reading from it, "...happy, loving and dominant family that they once were. So Punk... Phil, if you could please come out."

Punk's music hit and he chuckled a bit to himself as he walked down the ramp and to the ring. Once in the ring, he grabbed a mic. "Yes?"