"Get out of my face!" I screamed at Lita. "You get yours out of mine!" she yelled back. I made a fist and as soon as I was about to punch her, Punk ran by and held me back. "Stop! Punk let me go!" "Yeah, Punk let me go!" she mocked me. "Punk!" i screamed as loud as I could. "Fine." he let me go and i ran full speed at her and she took off. I chased her all over backstage, finally she got tired and i tackled her to the floor. "Never bother me again!" i yelled. "I told you before, this isn't over." she tried talking me out of punching her. "Fucck face!" i was about to hit her, then security came by and took me away. "I'm fine i think i can walk know!" i said to the security that was carrying me from under my arms. My feet were not on the floor and i hate it when people decide to pick me up for no reason..... Well.. um kinda have a reason. They set me down and i stomped down to Punk. "No!No!No!" i said pacing back and forth. "Wish you could have punched her?" he says reading the WWE magazine. We eyes widend. "Yeah i wish... um.. what are you looking at in there?" he looked up. "Hm.. oh nothing!!" "Punk.." i said. "Oh boy." "Let me see!" i said trying to grab it out of his hands. "No!No!" i got it and the page, of course, was a picture of me from my photo shoot last week. "Really?" i said. He blushed and shrugged. "Hey guys, i just wanted to let you know that you guys are off for the night and that you guys can go home." says Paul Heyman coming by. "Alright see ya boss." Punk said we gathered our stuff and headed home.
(Home 7:21 p.m.)
Well what a waste traveling to North Carolina. But oh well! At least we are home, our home where nothing is out of.... "What the hell!" screamed Punk. Our whole house is completly destroyed. "Who did this?" i asked. I was so upset. Ace and Shelby came out of the kitchen and they looked terrified, like they just saw a ghost. I looked around the house and the place that was the worst, was the bedroom and it smelt like pee. "Hey, look at this." Punk said coming in with a note. *Wassup suckers! This is Mike, and if your wondering why i did this, its because I was high of of some shyt and it was amazing! I was drunk to, so i decided to enjoy my stay at your place. Oh yeah and in the bedroom last night, i sure had a fun time in there with my girl! What a dam night! Sorry for destroying your house, i really mean that... psh, why would i say sorry! Ya guys got ain't shyt on me! Losers* "That does it im gonna kill him!" says Punk almost ripping the note. "Don't! Do it! We might need to keep that." "Why?" "For evidence." "huh?" i left the room grabbed the house phone and dialed 911. "Hello? Chicago Police Sation." "I would like to report a break in."
To be continued...
This story is getting juicy huh? Stayed tuned for what will happen next! Later people!
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