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"DON'T GO GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT
BUT KEEP ON FIGHTING AS THE LIGHT DIES
A WISE MAN KNOWS THAT THE DARK'S RIGHT
BUT WILL KEEP ON COMING, KEEP ON COMING ON"

-Seether, YEAH

MONDAY NIGHT RAW
February 27, 2012: 8:05 p.m.

Daniel Bryan stood in the center of the squared circle, the disapproving chants and jeers of the WWE Universe creating a dull roar ringing in his ears.

His nostrils flared, his cold blue eyes emotionless as he scanned the audience who shunned him, cast him aside, labeled him as an abuser, a manic Champion drunk on his own power.

These ignorant fools.

These peasants who dared to judge him.

He had always known what he wanted and preciously what he preferred.

Whatever measure he needed to take, whatever the cost, he always made certain to obtain what he desired whether it be titles or one's self-worth.

Everything surrounding him reflected his taste - his clothes, his cars, his women. It was a taste that was admired and desired among his fans, his peers.

One straightedge superstar in particular.

But everything dissatisfied him.

The way business was run.

The undeserving individuals they placed in the ring with him.

He was the Champion. He deserved the best quality of what could be afforded to him.

But AJ...AJ was meant for him.

Meant to be molded, crafted into the perfect diva wife. Cast aside the comic books, the Pokemon cartoon tees, skipping to the ring for elegance and class. For respect. Of course she hadn't listened to him, she never listened to him.

She was the cause of this. The cause for the stares, the whispers, his grief.

And that grief turned to fury, a rage he had drowned in expensive liquor and numerous nameless faces, just bodies for his use. Each had been necessary and efficient to relieve his tension.

Lust, sex had never driven him - absolute control, dominance over the weak had.

And his love had betrayed him. To him that meant she still needed to be punished.

A punishment that would begin tonight.

"A crime has been committed against me," Daniel stated. "A great injustice. And not one person on "authority" has done anything to correct the situation."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" the crowd's mocking cheers grew in power.

"Two weeks ago, my wedding night, my moment of glory, went horribly wrong. And you my fans, those who wept when I was blatantly betrayed, my actions were absolute. I was justified. All thanks to my whore bride."

"No! No! No!"

"And for those who dare to mock me." Daniel hissed into the microphone "When you should praise me. But I realized that while you are only significant as yesterday's trash, the WWE realizes I have no faults except the one mistake I did make," he looked into the camera, directing his comment to one person. "And you see AJ, my mistake was you."

Look in my eyes, who do you see, the cult of personality.

The arena exploded, the roars of approval deafening at the former WWE Champion stepped out on the stage, twirling the microphone in his hand as he walked down the entrance ramp, amusement glossing his features.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Daniel thought sourly. He wasn't her boyfriend.

"This is priceless," Daniel snapped. "It really is. You have no business here tonight."

"Jesus Danny-boy, are you seriously still whining? For the love of Vince McMahon's ratings, just do us a favor and shut the hell up." Punk groaned, stepping between the ropes. "I mean seriously its the same song and dance every week."

"Ladies and gentlemen, CM Punk the hero!" Daniel announced. "What can you possibly say that could explain your actions against me."

"My actions, explain my actions to you?" Punk scratched his head and he pretended to contemplate his answer. "I would think the film was pretty much an explanation, but if you really want to know. When a man and when a woman like each other sometimes they like to touch..."

"No! No! No!" Daniel yelled, quickly cutting through his words, placing his hands over his ears.

"Yeah, that's not what she said. Really, you're blaming me for your lack of male staying power when everyone knows its you who can't come through. Guess that's why you enjoy tossing around a 95 pound woman." he reasoned.

"I didn't beat her, I barely hurt her." Daniel insisted as Punk snorted his disagreement.

"So slapping her around was your way of saying I love you? Jesus, I'm no prince charming but even that is below my standards. Did it make you feel like a big man?"

"I demanded that she show me respect."

"Respect? You put a woman in the hospital for a week and in return you want respect."

"You made her a whore."

"No Danny-boy, I made her feel good," Sensuality curled Punk's upper lip that could be cynicism or amusement. "Something you could never manage."

"And I have the one thing you can't manage to keep. I have your gold."

"And all you had to do was cheat to get it. Now answer me this Daniel, " Punk stressed the words. "Doesn't that present a double standard for you? I mean maybe you taught AJ all she knew."

That was all it took. Months of pent up frustration, anger, jealously, poured free reign over the two men as they struggled together, fists swung, teeth clenched and bare.

Let's light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up tonight.

AJ's music sounded causing both men to falter, their grips on the other loosening as she stepped out from behind the curtain, a coy smile spread across her face.

Punk's gaze darkened as he traced over the slender, shapely legs displayed in a pair black high-heeled, lace-up ankle boots up over the black stud, tulle minidress that left her shoulders bare, offering a tantalizing view of the smooth, dusky gold flesh.

AJ pushed her glossy hair back so it fell artlessly midway down her back in a straightened shimmering mass before placing a hand on her cocked hip, a stane of utter carelessness.

Under the spot light her skin was luminous, the bruises faded from her neck and face, her fingers still tapped together for another week per her doctor's order, but still she was there, live and untapped.

Not one would believe that a choking feeling clawed at her throat, her heart pounded in a painful rhythm, but now was no time for the timid.

"Aw, how sweet," AJ cooed, stepping into the ring. "Two complete jackasses fighting over my honor. How have I ever been so blessed?"

She cast a glance towards Punk, peering at him through a thick fringe of lashes as he wiggled his fingers towards her in a greeting, all rugged angles and sharp plains.

"Hello Punk."

"AJ."

"Daniel," she shifted her attention to the other man in the ring, the one who had claimed to love her above all others. "You have a little blood right there, might want to clean that up." AJ stated, motioning towards the corner of his mouth which Daniel swiped at it with a fierce glare.

Punk rubbed a hand against his stubble jaw, the gesture failing to hide his smirk.

She looked angelic yet corruptible.

An adorable pout, delicately sculpted cheekbones, a playful seductive nature.

All too much fire for a simple minded Daniel to contain.

"AJ, I know why your here." Daniel changed his tactic, attempting to make his tone caring. "I know you wanted to come here tonight, explain your actions, plead for my forgiveness but you still be home resting. The doctor only released you yesterday."

He sent her a what she could only guess to be a pleading look as he stepped closer, reaching out to play with the ends of her hair before smoothing his palm up her throat, covering her mouth, using it as leverage to tilt her head back.

"But go home with this comfort, I'm going to forgive you after a time," Daniel's tone turned condescending, his fingers tightening. "Because I know you're slow and a bit stupid."

Behind her, AJ felt a ripple of Punk's body as he stepped forward, he was taunt, tense, the long sleek muscles contracting. AJ barely contained her snort of annoyance at her would-be abuser and her tarnished white knight.

She needed neither of their anger or protection.

Her sharp white teeth sank into the fleshy skin on Daniel's palm, and with a hissed curse, he jerked his injured hand back.

She tilted her chin upwards, defiantly staring into his eyes, a slight smirk turning the corner of her lips as he rubbed the sore location on the back of his hand.

"I'm not stupid." Her voice took on a hard edge. "I may be a cheating bitch, a liar, but never call me stupid again. I won't be bullied by you. Not ever again."

"You bit me." Daniel's tone was astonished and Punk's shoulders shook with silent laughter.

"And you broke my fingers. Guess which one will heal faster." AJ tossed back.

Daniel stared at her, his eyes wide before he sneered.

"So this is what you've been reduced to AJ," he spat. "Letting yourself be seduced to be Punk's whore?"

His words were barely out before Punk's fist uppercutted his chin, snapping his teeth shut as he collapsed to the side.

"Are you finished, boy?" Punk taunted, stretching his arms out to the side, mocking him with the lazy movement. "Or do you want to keep up with this humiliation."

"Really?" AJ asked, rolling her eyes. "That was necessary? Did his comment hurt your feelings?"

"What? He totally deserved it."

"Charming AJ, show the world how filthy you are."

"No Daniel, I'm telling you how it is." AJ shrugged her shoulders. "You see I did a lot of thinking while I was in the hospital. I'm not going to slide into the corner and whimper because you decided to raise your voice to me."

"Well three cheers to that."

"Oh fuck off Punk," AJ said evenly and he held up his hands, surrendering.

"You're nothing without me. You're career is nothing without me." Daniel insisted.

"Funny thing is Daniel, your career is nothing without me. See Stephanie McMahon paid me a visit while in the hospital. Seems she didn't take it well that you decided to beat on one of her divas."

"And what? The billion dollar princess is supposed to scare me?" Daniel shrugged. "Daddy's little girl can't touch me."

"Maybe, maybe not, but she gave me a privilege not even your precious Johnny can overrule. Straight from Vince McMahon himself."

Daniel froze.

"Ah good, seems I have your attention now. You see, if you touch again, in any manner without my consent, you'll not only be stripped of your title, your contract and your dignity, you'll be booked for assault and spend more than just one night in jail. Also the title match that you will give CM Punk whether you like it or not, will be a match of my choosing, my stipulations. In fact, it's all under my control." She giggled, watching in delight as the color slowly drained from his face.

"You can't do that."

"Can't I? I believe I just did."

"Sucks to be you." Punk murmured but paused when AJ cast him a coy smile.

"Oh Punk, you silly boy, don't think you get your title shot just like that. Stephanie also gave me the power to decide when and where you title shot is to occur. And right now from where I'm standing...its not about to happen any time soon. So if you want to be champion this year, I better be hearing nothing but sweet nothings coming out of your mouth."

"Well fuck me."

"No thank you," AJ politely declined. "Now boys, ain't that just a bitch."

And so it began with AJ in control.

"SOME WILL TELL YOU THAT IT'S ALL RIGHT
THE SUN IS BURNING IN A DEAD SKY
BUT YOU CAN'T KEEP LIVING IN A BROKE MIND
SO KEEP ON RUNNING, KEEP ON COMING ON"