CM Punk love [straightedge and stunning]

[about a week passes and now we're in a Chicago arena, in Phil's hometown, and about to make and entrance together on Monday Night RAW.]
"Babe you ready?" Phil knocked on my dressing room door.
"Yeah gimme a second!" I said. *this would probably be the time to tell you, I wear MC Hammer pants in blue and a matching blue top. And my entrance theme? Can't Touch This. ;D* I pulled on my blue boots and went over my hair quickly.
"Kay I'm ready. You know, I really don't mind if you come in my dressing room." I said with a smirk.
"Pfft, I would never hear the end of it in the locker room." he said smiling.
"Oh is that so?" I playfully punched him in the arm. He sighed.
"Jill, you asked for it." he lifted me over his shoulders into a fireman carry.
"Phil! Put me down!" I said, hysterically giggling by now. He purposly almost dropped me, causing me to shriek. Then he gently placed me on the ground.
"Is that how you treat your girlfriend, you jerk?!" I said pretending to be angry.He just laughed and out of no where grabbed my head and kissed me.
"Oh you're good." I said, almost dizzied by the kiss. I almost stumbled and this caused him to laugh even more.
"God, am I that entoxicating?" he asked, putting an emphasising thickness on the word.
"Baby, you don't know the half of it." I said and quickly kissed his lip ring. Damn piercings are hott as helll. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts as we entered the entrance to the ring.
"Can't touch this."Phil and I ran out. Now it was classic thing for me to do the MC Hammer shimmy-type dance down the ramp, so when I started, Phil followed. Then we kissed, causing Jerry Lawler to question.
"Hey! Looks like they're an item, huh Michael?"
"Yeah it now seems that CM Punk is managing Junior. They do make a fabulous couple."
"Punk is one lucky guy."
My match tonight was me issueing an open challenge to the locker room. [Much like Santino Marella did with Beth Phoenix.]
"Alright so, I feel like taking an open challenge. Anyone want a match?"
Suddenly to my confusion,Edge's music rang out through the arena.
"Hey dude, aren't you on SmackDown!?" I asked when he finally got into the ring.
"Yes I am. But I figured, while I was here, I'd pay-back the guy whole stole my title," he pointed toPhil's world heavyweight championship, "By taking on his girlfriend." He said it with such poison in his voice, it made me a bit nervous. Jill, you're supposed to win. Don't sweat it. Oh Crap! I don't think Phil heard that this was supposed to happen. Rage was building up on Phil's face again. I mouthed to him, "I got this, babe." he nodded, but the rage did not dissapate.