CM Punk love [straightedge and stunning]

The next morning [it was about 6am]I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing, and once again it was RAW GM Mike Adamle. Ohh boy..
"Hello?"
"Hey Jillian. Well, I would like you and Phil to come to SmackDown! on Friday."
"Jeez Mike, do you ever sleep?"
"Nope."
"Um ok..."
"SO SmackDown! on Friday?"
"Sure I guess. I'll tell Phil. Bye."
I clicked the phone shut out of exhaustion. It's 6am. Can you blame me?
"Phil?" I asked and carefully nudged him awake.
"Huh?" he asked, eyes still closed.
"Mike Adamle just called."
"Oh boy." he snapped back awake, probably remembering what happened last time he called.
"He said we should be at SmackDown! this Friday."
"Mmmmk."
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[Friday, 7:55 pm]
"Haha well this should be fun." I said to him as we got ready to walk out into the ring when 8 o'clock rolled around.
I think I'm going to enjoy this, according to what the writers told me I'm doing here tonight.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Friday night SmackDown!" I heard JR say as they went on the air.
Phil and I stood by the stadium entrance, and when they qued my music, I walked out. This time I was just walking down the ramp normally, giving the crowd a sense of me not fooling around. I ment business.
"Well if you guys watched RAW last Monday, you probably saw why I'm wearing ace bandages around my ribs. If not, take a look at this." I pointed to the giant screen, and Edge spearing me on Monday replayed for the whole arena.
"Now, I would like to call Edge out. I'm on his turf now. SmackDown! is his roster, so I need to let him know something." In a few seconds Edge's music started playing and he walked down the ramp with a smug look on his face. Phil stayed right behind me.
"What? What do you want?" he asked, immeditatly getting right in my face.
"Back up!" I told him. "Edge there was no good reason for you to destroy my ribs--"
"EXCUSE ME!" a sharp shriek came from the ramp. Oh joy. Vickie Guerrero was sitting at the top of the ramp in her wheelchair.
"Junior, I of all people should know that it's very hard being a female in a male dominated business." she said in her shrill voice. "But this is my turf. And I don't want you or Punk here!"
"Oh is that so, Vickie? Well I frankly don't give a damn what you want." I snapped. "Frankly, I think we could kick you and Edge's ass anyday. Even with broken and bruisedribs."
She started cackling. "I am in no condition, to be messing around with some off-the-streets punks, not worth my time." I ran to the ropes, about to jump over and kick her ass, but Phil restrained me.
"But, with the help of my Edgie pie, this should be easy." she screeched.
"That's just like you, isn't it, Vickie? Depending on others to get your job done." I replied.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is--"
"Shut the hellup!" I yelled. "I want you in the ring Vickie. No Edge, no Punk. Me and you."