Death's Poker 3Punk took a deep breath as he approached a hotel door. He held Cherry close and knocked on the door with great caution. He waited a few seconds for the door to open.
"Mr.Phillip? What are we doing?" Punk looked at Cherry, then back at the door.
"Asking the only guy left that I think can help me...." the door opened and Randy walked out, rubbing his eyes.
"The hell do you want?" Punk frowned and held Cherry close.
"Have you seen my tweets?"
"Hell no. Does it look like I give two shits to follow you on Twitter?" Punk sighed.
"Well, I found this girl when she was in a car wreck, and we both saw her parents die. She doesn't have a family, so... I was forced to take her in..." Randy glared at Cherry then back at Punk.
"You said you never wanted kids."
"Well, big change of plans, obviously. You gonna help me or not?"
"What do you need help with?" Punk sighed.
"Her education and her friends. Hunter told me I needed to do SOMETHING before the next live RAW event... and that's really only one m