Chapter 6: Delta

Silence fills the warehouse as the three men walk in, Rollins closing the doors and Heyman and CM Punk marching forward to stand right in front of me. I stare at them, analysing the two I've heard so much about.

I assume that the portly, balding man who spoke to me just now is Heyman (because, let's be honest, would a guy who looks like that call himself CM Punk?). My first impression is that he resembles a walrus in human form – a sneaky, two-faced walrus with a bucket load of charisma, to be exact. He may dress up in a suit and act like a respectable businessman, but I can tell just by looking at him that he's anything but that.

The man standing next to him, CM Punk, is…well, something else entirely. Decked in a bright yellow t-shit, a black hoodie and blue jeans, compared to Heyman's business suit and The Shield's black SWAT team attire, Punk looks incredibly out of place. Not that he seems to be particularly bothered, standing there and surveying everything like he's king of the world or something.

'So, they're the often-rumoured Paul Heyman and CM Punk…' I think to myself, having forgotten The Shield for the moment, and they vice-versa. Even Roman Reigns, who seconds ago seemed to be on the verge of going into a homicidal rage, had now calmed down, standing to attention with Dean Ambrose by his side.

As I watch them, the first thing that comes to my mind is, 'he sure looks like a moody asshole…' The second is, 'Hehehe, I bet if General Zod shaved his head, he'd looked exactly like that.' The third, much to my utter shame, is, 'but, MAN, if he isn't handsome!' And, for the fourth, 'Keep silent for now. Don't cry and beg like last time. Show them that you're not intimidated and won't be bullied!'

I get a chance to put this into motion when Heyman, who's grown tired of staring at me and gauging my reaction to what he said, starts talking.

"You see, Miss, my client and I in no way wanted things to come to this, but I'm afraid your father has left us no choice, as you know very well. You do know of the situation between your father and my client and I, don't you?"

Actually I don't – not the full details at least, but I can't tell him that, not when I just made my pledge to keep my mouth shut as a way of standing up to them. If I come across as weak for even one second then they'll just think they can do whatever the hell they want to me! I refuse to give them that kind of satisfaction. Heyman, Punk, and The Shield will just have to get used to silence because I'm not talking!

SLAP!

My attempt is quickly foiled by an irate Seth Rollins. His slap wasn't as hard as the one Dean Ambrose gave me, but it still stung. "Answer the man! When Paul Heyman or CM Punk speaks to you, you will show them the respect they deserve!" I was about to respond but my attention was drawn to CM Punk who was shaking his head.

"Relax, Seth, there's no need to get so worked up. Most of the kids today are nothing but a bunch of little shits with not an ounce of respect or decency in those garbage bins they call their bodies. Too busy getting wasted or taking drugs, it's fucking disgusting!" He flops down in a nearby chair, his gaze returning back to mine, frowning. "She looks like shit. Have you guys been roughing her up or something? You know I don't approve of that."

"Heh, you see there's your problem, Punk. You're far too soft when it comes to the ladies. Isn't it because of one that you need The Shield's help with this mess right now? Now me, I don't care if you're a man, woman or, hell, both, I'll beat the crap out of you regardless. Because I just like to hurt people. I really like it." Ambrose reaches out and grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "I'm gonna really enjoy hurting this one. Oh, all the things I'm gonna do to you, sunshine…"

"Trust us, Punk," Reigns grumbled when Punk got up from his seat about to protest. "This one is asking for it. She could use a little breaking in and discipline, though, if you ask me, bitch ain't worth the time and effort."

Seth chucked darkly at this. "Oh, I don't know, Roman. I wouldn't say she's a complete hopeless case. She did help The Shield out today. Remember, if she hadn't left school unexpectedly, we'd still be out there, spying on her house and following her around, waiting for the perfect chance to grab her and bring her here. "

'Well, that explains the stalking -Wait, what did he say?'

"What the hell are you on about?" I demand, not caring if I get slapped for this. "I didn't help you guys with jack shit! If it were up to me, I'd never hear, see or speak to any of you for the rest of my goddamn life!"

"Yeah, well it's a shame your boozed up dad doesn't share the same sentiments", Punk retorted, looking incredibly fed up. "Every time we try to put an end to this crap, he comes back, saying he wants more and other shitty excuses!"

"My client is telling you the truth, Miss. I can assure you that CM Punk and I have been nothing butcooperative with your father and his partners demands throughout all of this. We offered them a more than generous sum of money for the evidence they'd acquired. We agreed to all their other conditions, such as the little perks and lending our services to them, free of charge. And, when they started to harass us and become unreasonable, we even gave them the chance to stop everything and just walk away with the promise that none of them or their friends and relatives would come to any harm. They refused every single one of them! So, you see, it's not our fault things have come to this, it's theirs!"

"Yeah that's a real shame; you two clearly are the victims here" I reply back sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Nothing wrong with stalking, kidnapping and murder, it's my dad and his friends who's the one in the wrong here. What a bunch of bastards!"

"Watch your attitude, kid, or I'll GTS you into a fucking coma. I don't hit women but if you keep disrespecting me like that I'm willing to make an exception!" Punk snarled, pointing his finger in my face. "I am the 'Best in the World' and Straight Edge. Know what that means? That I'm better than you and should be treated with respect!"

Maybe it was because he looked and sounded the least threatening out of everyone there. Or maybe it's because I'm just too goddamn stupid for my own good. Who knows? Regardless, soon as Punk said those words, my tendency to try and lift the mood at the worst possible times kicked in and I started to sing under my breath:

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me. Oh (Sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me) A little respect", all of them froze and stared, Heyman and Punk both gaping at my, appalled. "I got to have (just a little bit) a little respect (just a little bit). …Oh, come on! You have to admit, that's funny!"

There was a second of silence, and, as they all stared at me, frozen in shock, I felt some satisfaction and sense of control. But then that second had past and everything went to hell and I regretted my immature actions immediately.

"YOU FUCKING WHOOOORE! HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!" CM Punk stood up so forcefully that his chair went crashing to the ground. Fists clenched and a slightly unstable look on his face, he came charging right towards me.

I'm not going to lie, I honestly thought I was about to die at that moment…

"Wait – No-No-No! You need to keep – STOP!" Heyman yelled, throwing himself in front of Punk, trying to calm him down.

"I told you she has it coming to her," Roman muttered.

"Do you have a death wish or are you just plain stupid?" Seth sneered at me.

"Punk, you want to teach this bitch a lesson? Leave it to The Shield. By the time we're done with her, nobody will disrespect you again!" Ambrose grinned; looking like a kid who's just found out that Christmas had come early.

"Champ, champ, don't waste your time on an insolent, common brat like her! You're CM Punk! She and all those other sheep out there can't even come close to your level of greatness! No, as your friend, fan and manager, I refuse to let you get blood on your hands! Besides," a wicked grin then came over Heyman's face as he looked at me and then at The Shield. "Dean's right. Let The Shield do all the work. It's what we're paying them for. Remember, we came to watch the show, not participate in it."

CM Punk breathed deeply, eyes focused on mine. At first it seemed that he was going to ignore Heyman's attempts to placate him, but then his body relaxed and a vicious smirk replaced the scowl that had been on his face previously. "You're right, Paul. I think it's time we got things started - already wasted enough time as it is." He motioned to The Shield who was watching him. "Seth, Dean, Roman, I've changed my mind. Forget what I said about not hurting her – as far as I'm concerned, she's all yours."

"Remember our instructions, boys. Don't overdo it. A few broken bones, dislocations and cuts here and there is what we're looking for. We'll save the hard, nasty stuff like mutilation and amputations for later. Oh, and whatever you do, don't kill her! We need her alive, I can't stress that to you enough."

'Dislocations? Mutilations? Amputations? Shiiiiiiit! Oh crapcrapcrapcrap CRAP!'

My mind went momentarily blank when I heard those words and it wasn't until The Shield began to circle me like a pack of wolves and Punk and Heyman aimed the camcorder at me, grins on their faces like the Cheshire cat that I snapped out of it. Now was the time to stop joking around and to act!

"Hold the fuck up! I think I have a right to know why you're doing this to me! You can't just kidnap and torture someone and NOT explain things to them, you know!" I yelled, glaring around at them.

"Don't play dumb with us!" Rollin's snorted, giving me a derisive look. "We know that you were spying on us the night we killed Brad Maddox! The only reason we let you go was because Paul ordered us to!"

"I was in my pyjamas! Does that sound like something someone would wear when spying on someone, you fucking moron?!" There's no point holding back, The Shield is going to try and hurt me regardless. "Look, I honestly have no idea what's gone on between you guys and my father and his mates. All I know is that he's blackmailing you with some photos or something, that's it!"

CM Punk narrowed his eyes at me, as if trying to figure out whether I was lying or not. Evidently he decided I wasn't because he relaxed, looking utterly bemused. "You really don't know a thing, do you? Wow, your father's an even bigger piece of shit than I thought." He let out a sigh and then rested his head against his hand.

"If you must know, I had some real problems with my ex-girlfriend, AJ Lee. Coy, cute little thing that worshiped the ground I walked on and followed be around liked some groupie. She was kind of out of her mind, but I didn't give a shit because she was a great kisser and I dig crazy chicks. Biggest mistake of my life! I may dig crazy chicks, but she was a total fucking bunny boiler!

I tried to let her down gently but she freaked out on me and started fucking around, flirting with other men and just doing really unpredictable shit. Pushed me through a goddamn table and then proposed to me in a restaurant full of people, crying her eyes and screaming that she loved me and needed me. Obviously I said no. Like hell I was ever going to marry someone like her!

After that she got really spiteful. Said I'd broken her heart and used her the whole time. That I'd humiliated her in front of all those people on purpose and that she was going to make my life a living hell. And she did, for months on end! After four months of her skipping around and mocking me, I decided enough was enough and that she had to go.

We thought we were careful 'getting rid of her', but clearly we weren't because your father, Brad Maddox, and three other guys apparently stumbled upon us disposing of her and filmed it all as evidence. Since then they've all been running their mouths off and threatening to show it to the cops."

'Huh.' I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed. I'd expected something far, far worse than this. Sure AJ's 'suicide' had been all over the news and the police finding out would be troublesome for the two men, but was it really worth it to go this far just for some cash and whatever else my dad wanted? I didn't think so.

"So, let me get this straight. My dad was one of the guys who caught you in the middle of offing your loony ex-girlfriend and is blackmailing you with the evidence? And that's why you're so damn pissed? Seriously, my dad's a dick. He's not going to quit and he'll keep taking and taking from you until you have nothing left to give!" I shook my head scornfully at Punk and Heyman. "You should have just called him on his bluff. He wouldn't have gone through with it - too scared in case you sent The Shield after him. Which reminds me: why are you coming after me? Go do all this to him, he's the one who started it and won't let it end!"

Punk jeered at me, clearly not liking the way I was talking to him.

"For your information, I'm not angry at him for blackmailing me – hell, if I was in his position you can bet your ass I would have done the same – I'm angry because he and his friends decided to make this personal! Messing with me or Paul is one thing, but fuck with my friends or family and I'll make you wish you'd never been born. " If the brutal, murderous expression on his face was anything to go by, I could believe that. "They dragged Colt into this, so I'm now doing the same to his daughter - you."

"Punk and I just want you to know it's nothing personal, Miss", Heyman then spoke, a false politeness in his voice. "It's just the most effective way we can get back at your father and put an end to this once and for all. When your dear father realises that we've kidnapped his little girl and will hurt her if need be, he'll panic and give the whole thing up, like he should have done weeks ago."

I couldn't hold it back. Soon as I heard all of that, I burst into laughter and found myself unable to stop. To Punk, Heyman and The Shield, I was mocking them, but, to me, it was just one big joke. 'Are you kidding me? Do these guys even use their brains?'

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're going to be sorely disappointed. Torturing me and holding me for ransom isn't going to do shit! Hear that, Punk? You've all wasted your time today! My dad couldn't care less about happens to me! He'd sooner seem me dead than alive – that's how much he doesn't care!"

"She's lying! She's just trying to save herself from being hurt!"

"Don't listen to her! Gag the bitch!"

"How dare you mock us!"

The Shield started to protest, but I could see in Punk and Heyman's eyes that they had their doubts. They saw my unwavering certainty and could tell I wasn't bluffing and that seemed to be really getting to them. After all, they'd paid The Shield to go to all this trouble to get a hold of me for their big trump card that would settle everything, and now said trump card turned out to be completely useless? If this didn't work than what would?

Lucky for them, I had a plan.

"Mr Heyman, Mr Punk. I have a proposition for you" I say, smirking at them.

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