Hey guys, I decided to make a story for this pair since there's not even one that was written about those two. With all that Kevin Nash/HHH/Punk rivality as well as some appearances from the billion dollar princess herself, I thought there'd be one, but no, lol. Anyway, I hope you will appreciate. This chapter is mainly to introduce the story.

I unfortunately do not own CM Punk (although I'd love to, hehehe) nor the other characters of my stories as well as the WWE. I also do not own the parts of "On screen" quotes or scenes that we all saw on TV, that I included in my story.

Now that it's all said and done, let's begin!

~xXx~

The man known as the best in the world walked with assurance mixed with a bit of irritation towards the COO's made up office for the night. Since Kevin Nash decided to hide behind security after the whole talk they had, he'd take things up with Triple H instead. Punk couldn't blame Nash for putting those guys on his way, everyone including the guy selling popcorn in the crowd knew that Kevin Nash would have had his quad injured again if Punk would have gone through with the fight he was dying to have since Big Daddy Cool screwed him up right after his won against John Cena, leaving a clear path for Del Rio to cash in the money in the bank contract. In all truth, he wasn't pissed at Alberto for doing this, hell, he himself did it two times!

Once he reached the so-called office, Punk was ready for the unavoidable confrontation between him and Triple H. But what he wasn't ready for was seeing Stephanie Mcmahon standing in the middle of the room, obviously waiting for him. He groaned in annoyance but entered nonetheless. She was dressed in her usual office suit and her chestnut hair was curled, draping over her shoulders. Her eyes held amusement at Punk's reaction when he saw that it was not her husband that was in the office, but her.

"Well, Stephanie Mcmahon, what an unpleasant surprise!" Punk exclaimed in pure sarcasm.

"Hello Punk, I see I am not the one you expected to see" the billion dollar princess said, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips.

"No, not really. But hey, since you're here, surely you could tell me where your husband, the COO, is hiding at? I kinda have a bone to pick up with him".

"Unfortunately, my husband is not here tonight, I offered to take over for tonight."

"You're taking over for tonight?" Punk asked, smirk firmly in place, "Come on, we all know you run things here, not your husband. We all know who wear the pants in that family of yours"

"Punk, this little feud is between you and my husband, so I'll ask you once to keep those snarky comments to yourself until my husband comes back then you too will deal with it".

"Well of course! But only once you give him back his balls from your purse, then we'll be able to deal with it properly. You've wiped him good, didn't you? He's now as inoffensive as a puppy". Punk smirked, amused by the look of anger the Billion dollar princess was giving him. But as soon as it was there, it disappeared to be replace with a cool and calm attitude.

"I think you should go; if I remember correctly, you have a match to get ready for against Dolph Ziggler" she said, her voice holding a bit of malice in it, "Good luck Punk".

CM Punk looked at the extended hand before him, waiting to be taken. His smirk grew bigger and he looked up at her.

"Stephanie, don't you know luck is for losers? Besides, I know where that hand has been, so no thanks" he said, raising both his eyebrows mockingly before leaving.

Stephanie slowly took her hand back, lips pursed. Her eyes remained on him as he walked away. Finally, a little grin broke on her lips, eyes alight with amusement.

~xXx~

He was exhausted. Like it or not, he had to give credit to Ziggler for putting a decent match, well, if you don't count the times when his dumb looking buddy Jack Swagger or that ears killer Vickie Guerrero tried to interfered without the ref knowing about it. Anyway, his match was over, he took a shower a while ago and he was ready to get to his hotel room to call it a night. But then, he saw two men he wasn't too fond of as lately, talking in hush voices while sitting on a table near an exit of the arena.

Those two guys were none other than Kevin Nash and Triple H…strange, hadn't Stephanie said he was supposed to not be here tonight? Anyway, he slowly made his way to them.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here. The almighty COO and his goon." Punk said, attracting both of the men's attention to him. Nash was about to get up and attack Punk (if his quad wouldn't tear up first until he gets to him), but Triple H put a hand on the tall man's arm, stopping him.

"Kev, don't" the game's deep voice sent a warning clear to Nash, who stopped, but kept glaring at Punk, who was wearing his trademark smirk, clearly please with the reaction he received from Big Daddy Cool Disel. "What do you want, Punk?"

"Oh, nothing much, you know." He shrugged, his smirk disappearing to be replaced by a scowl, "Maybe if you could explain to me why you sent your buddy here, a text message to take me out after my match? I'm very interested to know the reason behind that decision, who I'd like to mention, is very bad for buisness."

"Look Punk, I didn't send the text. I'm actually trying to find out who did it" The Game explained, "But so far, I have no lead."

"What a bull load of crap. Do you sincerely think I'm gonna believe this?"

"I know you're upset about that, Punk, but I have nothing to do with this. I'm actually doing what I can to repair the situation."

"Well, Hunter. Why don't you ask your wife? I'm sure she might know who did it, because let's face it, she's the one that's in charge around here."

"Now you better watch your fucking –"

"Kev, you're not helping" The Game scolded his friend, cutting him short.

"Whatever, I'm out of here, later man" Nash grumbled to his good friend for many years, then rose to his feet and walked away, clearly frustrated.

"Later" The Game replied, then looked back at Punk who kept his eyes on Nash, glaring daggers in the taller man's back. "Punk?"

The straight edge superstar turned as his name was called. "What?" he snapped.

"I'll get to the bottom of that, I promise. But can you please calm that rage you have against Nash and I?"

"No"

"Punk…this grudge you have against us is stupid" the game sighed.

"It's not a grudge, I said no because I know I will eventually fight that buddy of yours sooner than later. See? I'm being honest while you are not".

"Look, I didn't sent it!" The game replied, keeping his irritation towards the younger man's stubbornness in check. "I'll talk to him and see if any compromise can be made. Because this is going nowhere until we find who sent the text".

"Whatever. Tell you what, as long as he stays away, I'll try to not go and beat him up." Punk proposed, "Is that good enough? That's the most you'll get from me".

"Then I'll have to work with that, I guess."

CM Punk and Triple H kept glancing at each other, Punk, still upset with the whole situation while The Game looked tired from the past events and current drama. They eventually parted ways, both going to their own occupations.

~xXx~

Sitting in the made up office, Stephanie Mcmahon just finished filling some paperwork when the image of one certain straight edge superstar hogged her mind. Truth be told, she should hate his guts, hate his goddamn smirks and bold attitude. She should be cursing him for all the things he said a few weeks ago about her and her family. He publicly humiliated them and got away with it. She should try and make his life in the business a living hell, after all, he signed a WWE contract recently, so he wouldn't leave anytime soon. She should hate him, but she didn't.

In fact, this man, unbeknownst to him, gave her a certain feeling that she hasn't felt in a long time. He stands up to authority, he says whatever he wants without worrying about the consequences; his aura called to her, just like her husband's did years ago. Back then, he was a bad boy with a loud mouth and yes, she loved it. She didn't know exactly why women tended to like bad boys, but that's how it is. And CM Punk was definitely a bad boy; saying otherwise would be proved of possessing high stupidity. He reminded her of her husband when they were younger. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my husband; but he changed. He is not like the man he was before. It turned her on to see him mocking authority and such, but now he was the authority; he couldn't just go and be The Game and do what he used to do.

She must admit that when Punk made his speech after costing Cena the table's match against R-Truth, she had been surprised how he wasn't afraid to say what he thought without censoring himself. Of course, his contract was ending in a few weeks, but still. Even after he came back, he kept questioning those who run the business, he kept standing against authority, he kept that image of a bad boy that she swear she was starting to like way too much. She wouldn't admit it, but whenever she sees him or listen to his speech, she gets butterflies.

She should be ashamed of it, after all, she was a mother of 3 AND married, but here she was, feeling drawn to another man while she should only love and feel drawn to her husband.

"Hey Steph, ready to go?" asked Triple H as he peered in the room, breaking his wife's train of thoughts.

Blinking slowly and becoming aware of her surrounding, she directed her eyes towards the source of the deep voice, which belonged to her husband. He really looked tired, like he hasn't sleep for a while.

"Yes, just let me put away some things" she smiled at him while arranging some papers on her desk.

"Are you okay? You seemed pretty deep in thoughts" Crap, I have to be more careful.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled, trying to hide her nervousness, "I'll join you to the car".

"Alright, see you soon" he replied, smiling her way before turning around and walking towards the parking lot.

She let out a sigh once he was out of sight. After arranging some stuff, she packet her things and headed towards the parking lot to join her husband there.

~xXx~

Okay guys, I would really, I mean REALLY appreciate some reviews because I'm not too sure with this story. I wanna know if you like it or hate it (I respect both opinions). Constructive criticisms are always welcomed. See you next at next chapter…maybe. I'll see how it goes :)