As i sit here in North Carolina, the only thing that i can think about here backstage is, really? Really? I am really a champion? I'm the youngest girl on the roster, at the age of twenty three, and I'm a tag team champion. I, just cant like take it all in. Its crazy. "Hey, you ready?" asks Punk when we are backstage just chilling. "For what? I don't think we are booked tonight?" "Just come on." "James Gibson(Jamie Noble), is out there talking about what a great world champion he is." "So, I'm gonna prove that I'm championship material." What choice do i have? He has my hand so. Guess I'm going!
(Interuption)
"So anyways, as a great champion," He gets cut off by Punk's music. Punk and i come out. "Well, well, well." Says Punk. "James, you talk so much that your boring these people. Fact these people are probably all washed up hasbeens." Boos. All over the arena. "Shut up! I'm talking you misfits!" More boos. The only thing i can do is take it. "Anyone can take you on. The only way you won that championship, is that, you got it handed to you. There are a punch of guys in the back, like me, that would love a shot at your belt." James can only just stare. "Anyone can beat you." Punk looks at me. "Even my girlfriend Kristen can beat you." "Yeah." I say. Then i turn to Punk in shock. "WHAT!?!?!?" I ask. "Really?" James laughs. "That little girl? HAHAHA! You kill me CM Punk!" "Dont keep laughing, she is tough and she will beat ur @ss!" "Punk I'm not ready for this!" "Dont worry!" He says. "Alright you know what? I'll take her on! Later tonight! And i will prove that im such a great champion!" Punk nods and we go backstage.
(Backstage)
"Punk! I'm not ready for this! I'm gonna get hurt!" "Listen, calm down. You can beat him. I know that you can. Now come on go get geared up." "But," "I said get geared up!" "Fine!" I say and i slam the door. I get changed quickly, and i look into the mirror and i wonder, Will i look the same after this match? Will i get hurt really bad? "Punk, i dont want to do this." I say to him when i come out of the changing room crying. "Look, i want you to prove that your better than him." "But I'm not. I'm just a punk kid." I cry even more. "Your not a punk. I'm a Punk. Your Punchy, and you better use the punching skills that you have to hurt him and win." "But," I get cut off again. "Come on go to your match." "Fine. And if i dont look the same as i did before, im so blaming you." I leave him and i go.
(James Gibson vs. Kristen)
Never in my life i thought that i would have a match this stupid. James is in there and when i get in, i get a whistle. And i'm not happy bout this one bit. The bell rings and i just stand still. Then finally i try to kick him but he knocks me down that i hurt my neck really bad. "Hey come on little girl!" I just stare at him. Then after slapping him right in the
face. I go physco again! Why does this always happen to me in a match know? Its wierd. Do i have like IED? LOL jk! Then finally its been a long time know and James is just to tired to fight back! Then i get him in the 3rd degree and believe it but i win! I get back up and I'm just like how Beth Phonix is after a match. Just calm and angry. I'm angry at Punk for putting me in a match so stupid that my little cousin could win! Seriously this guy was soooo easy to beat!! He stinks!!
(Backstage)
While I'm still angry, Punk sees me and he so happy. "Thats my girl!" He tries to kiss me, but i refuse. "Whats wrong?" Then i flip out. "How could you put me in a match that was so stupid!?! My little cousin could beat him!" "Well, i just," I cut him off. "Wasn't thinking! Or about me!?!" I just walk out of the building.
(Outside Arena)
Its raining outside and I'm just standing holding a metal pole, in the freezing cold, and crying my eyes out. "Why? Why? Would he do something so stupid?!?" I say. My eyeliner is running down my face and it burns! "Like seriously? Can anything else go wrong?" I asks out loud. "Hey? Whats wrong?" Asks Colt coming right by me. I hug him so tight! I miss Colt! I havent seen him like forever! "Did you talk to Punk?" I ask. "Yeah, he put you in a match against, Gibson right?" "Yeah." I say. "You won right?" "Yes i did." "Then why you out here crying?" "Becasue, why would he do something so stupid?!?" I let go of Colt. ''I dont know, maybe uh." "He wasnt thinking!" I scream, i scared Colt. "Wow, easy!" "Sorry." I say wiping my eye, but really what is the use of wiping my eye. I'm in the friking rain! And I'm cold! "Well why dont you go talk to him?" "Will you come with me to talk to him?" "Sure, lets go."
(Backstage)
We go find Punk, and he see him holding my title crying. "I'm very sorry that i put you in that match." I give him a scowl when he stands up. "I didn't know what i was doing, i got over confident, cocky, errogant, and i was being a jerk." I smirk. "Please, i beg of you, Kristen, my wonderful girlfriend." he drops to one knee and holds my hand. Its just like if he proposing to me! "I'm really sorry, forgive me?" I smile at him and nod. He smiles and lifts me up and twirls me around. "Good God! Your so cold!" "Standing out in the rain." I say. "I dont care. Your still hot." Okay I'm blushing big time! I can tell when im blushing.. i get so hot, that i cant talk. Seriously i have a problem with this! He kisses and wel you people know the rest. =)
To be continued...
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