This story is not following any particular timeline but certain elements will be added and changed. Basically the story starts with Punk interupting AJ and Daniel's wedding. Only there has been no love triangle, Daniel is champion after have screwed Punk out of his title at a previous pay per view and Punk gets creative with his revenge.

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"LEAVE ME TO HEAL ON MY OWN
WITH THOSE EMPTY COOL PROMISES
YOU STOLE MY DREAMS"

Seether, MASTER OF DISASTER

A thin bubble of of hysterical laughter rapidly swelled in her chest, the insistent pressure threatening to erupt as her knees trembled and buckled beneath her. Gracefully her still frame sank to the covered mat, giving little thought to the layers of white gown that crumbled and folded beneath her.

Her throat was raw and burning, tears glossing her luminous eyes as her fiancee continued his furious rampage of destruction in the squared circle. Ruined red roses were torn apart, the decorative white pillars littered the ring and the tulle covered archway she stood beneath only moments before reciting her vows was haphazardly crushed and shoved to the side.

The sold-out arena's mocking chant of "Yes! Yes! Yes!" grew louder in its intensity as a quivering mass of tension and dread coiled in her lower stomach. She pushed the shimmering chestnut curls over her shoulder, her diamond clip gleamed in the spotlight as she raised her gaze, glaring with hatred at the man standing at the top of the entrance ramp, watching the scene unfold.

The slicked-back dark hair, the stubbled cheeks, the self-serving smirk that curled the corner of his lips, CM Punk twirled the microphone between his taped fingers with immense satisfaction.

The brooding, intense loner that was the former WWE champion, his charm obscured on a dark side that was both intriguing and frightening. And as much as she despised the straightedge superstar, she knew she had foolishly played into his actions perfectly.

Dully AJ watched as Punk's self-proclaimed special gift to the "happy couple" looped once again, displaying on the giant Titantron above his head.

Even through the grainy video footage, Daniel Bryan and the WWE Universe witnessed her one discretion, the moment that haunted her dreams for the past week.

It had been just one moment. Just one kiss.

It was her ending, but not the fairytale ending to her happily ever after she had dreamed of.

The world watched as Punk slowly back her against the wall, trapping her between the hard surface and his body, fingers slowly grazing her cheek, caressing her glossed-stained mouth with the pad of his thumb, her lips damp and trembling beneath his touch.

AJ's eyes fluttered shut as he lowered his mouth, his parted lips moving slowly and deeply, his tongue gliding over hers, lingering, allowing her to become accustomed to his taste.

The fierce pressure, the rasp of his tongue and teeth, sent pure fire racing through her and he drew her against his hardened body.

A low growl sounded from Punk's throat as he tasted her raw sweetness, and her tongue curled around his in a blatant manner, then she sucked daintily, holding his within her own mouth. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking lightly on it before releasing her.

Whimpering the clip ended with Punk's hands tugging at the corset lacing of her gown and AJ lowered her head, red shame spilling across her cheeks.

She had been blinded, swamped by the sensations of how potent his heated flesh has felt against hers. She had been weak.

But for a moment she wondered if she felt more exposed for her obvious betrayal of Daniel or for such an intimate moment revealed.

The crowd's chants grew muffled as Punk stepped forward, amusement shaking his shoulders.

"Now don't be upset, Danny-boy," the Voice of the Voiceless taunted. "I mean its obvious to the world the love you two share. And really it just warms heart how much AJ fought to save faithful," she stiffened as his intense green eyes burned into hers. "Didn't you sweetheart."

She remained silent as Daniel tore of his tuxedo jacket, flinging the piece so it tangled in the ropes and gestured for Punk to join him in the ring.

"Besides goat-face," Punk relished in the nickname, rubbing a hand across his stubbled jaw. "You should thank AJ for breathing new life into your outdated storyline career." He backed towards the curtains, a satisfied smirk settling across his features. "And in case your wondering cause we know she hasn't allowed those little stub fingers of yours to touch her. She is that damn good."

"YEAH ALL MY DREAMS ARE DEAD INSIDE"

Daniel Bryan stood, his fists clenching, breathing harshly through his nose as he heard the taunting laughter form around him, commenting on how pathetic he was.

On his inability to control a 95-pound slip of a girl who dared to disrespet the champion.

Snarling his displeasure he stalked around the ring, circling his shamed bride. This was suppose to be his night, his moment of glory.

But Punk had humilated him.

Again.

He knew he was losing his status, his claim as champion, his power all in a single evening.

Because of one bitches inability to stay faithful.

It was simply unacceptable.

"PLEASE LET ME FIND MY WAY HOME"

AJ felt her breath catch in the back of her throat at the ripple of fury behind her.

"You fucking cock tease," Daniel's cold words caused her to flinch. "Is that video how much you love me? Is he why you continually refuse me? Did you enjoying humiliating me?"

She had no answer to his questions, at least none she could explain or that he would be willing to accept.

"I'm sorry," she whispered rawly, knowing she has chosen the wrong words. "I'm sorry."

"Whore," he hissed loudly. "You're damn right you'll be sorry."

AJ had no chance to protect herself as Daniel's foot lashed out, connecting to the base of her skull. The shock of pain was bright and fast as her body slumped forward on the mat and darkness closed in.

"WITHOUT REASON OR COMPROMISE"

"What the fuck was that Punk?" Hunter Hurst Hemsley demanded furiously, stepping in front of the pipebomb, blocking his path of retreat. "What were you thinking?"

"Just taking page out of your book, sir," Punk responded smartly, saluting the COO of the company. "When has any wedding actually ended happily ever after in the WWE."

"Those were scripted, this wasn't."

"And it was all the better for this pathetic storyline."

"Dammit Punk," Triple H spit out, rubbing his brow at his headache already forming. From the moment Punk stepped out behind the curtain that evening his cellphone had been blowing up between Stephanie and Vince's calls demanding to know what the hell was happening.

CM Punk had once again held the company hostage with his own ideas. And Hunter hated to admit it he had a point. And the the ratings never lied.

"She was making a mistake," Punk casually shrugged his shoulders, blatantly disregarding the authority he had once again crossed. "Besides I figured you would be pleased."

"And that would be how?"

"Interrupting wedding, destroying dreams of happiness. Hell I even used your tagline. Its an unofficial ode to you."

"Punk, this is business..."

"For fuck's sake," Punk rolled his eyes in exasperation, tossing his arms out to the side. "This is what's best for business. Besides the boys in creative are dragging their feet over my championship rematch, I was just helping them along. Guess their still pissed the best pipebomb in the company's history has nothing to do with them."

"I get it, your fucking frustrated, I've been there."

"And you married the bosses daughter and surpassed that frustration ever again," Punk snapped before sighing as Hunter flipped him the finger. "Cheap shot. Sorry man."

"Luckily for you Vince thinks you piss fucking gold right now. He'll capitalize on the storyline."

"I just want what's mine."

"The gold or AJ?"

Punk was saved for having to answering the Game's question when Sheamus and Zack Ryder ran past the bickering pair, sparing them no attention but John Cena stopped short, his expression

"Cena, what the hell?" Punk demanded.

"Daniel's lost it. He's completely gone." Cena snapped out before following Sheamus and Zack's footsteps.

Punk's attention snapped to the mounted monitors, watching as Daniel grabbed looked what to be an unconscious AJ and harshly slapped her across the face. Muttering a furious curse he turned, intent on heading back to the ring but was brought upon short by Hunter, yanking him back into his former place.

"No," Triple H ordered. "I'll take care of it. Like always. Leave this building while you still have a job."

And for Punk his moment of glory tasted bitter.

"YOU STOLE MY DREAMS
NOW ALL I BELIEVE IS DEAD INSIDE"