You and CM Punk have a complicated relationship. You’ve been chasing after him and he’s flirted with you on occasion but never really went for it, same as you. You and him would talk backstage and in the locker room about anything and everything. You would wear his merch, you would bandage your hands like he did, he always thought of you as a mini him. Not that he minds that or anything, because he doesn’t.

You and him are backstage and you’re crying about something that happened, you’re crying into his chest with his hand on your head.

“Hey, look, just stop crying and-“

The minute he says that, he watches as you lift your head up to look at him and immediately stop crying. He laughs.

“There you go, good girl.”

He says to you with a smile, his hand still on your head, slightly running his fingers through your hair.