My Career Season 7 Episode 3

"Now his bed time is nine thirty, can I trust you to get him to bed at that time?" "Katherine, you still talk to me like I'm fifteen years old again. I'm twenty nine remember?" I said to her. Well, Punk and I are home and we both agreed to take Bently around the arena in Idaho, which is tonight and we have to get going in like two hours. "Plus, we aren't gonna get home til late." Punk said coming into the living room joining the conversation. "How late?" She asked concerned. "Like.. maybe midnight, one in the morning." He said before taking a sip of his Pepsi. "Oh whatever, he'll take a nap. Are you sure he's gonna be okay?" She asked again. "MOM! I'm gonna be fine!" Bently said looking up from the video game that Kenny and Katherine left him. "Well, if you say so." "He knows so." I said. "Okay, who wants to change Amber's diaper?" Kenny asked holding her away from him. Katherine and I backed away. "Oh seriously now?" Punk asked turning to me. "If your gonna be a dad soon you better practice." I said. "A dad soon? You mean in the near future right?" He said taking Amber. I just rolled my eyes at him. Kenny set up on the floor a changing place mat for Amber and Punk changed her diaper. "Holy shit, this is gross." He said covering his nose. "Yeah she I can't do that with my nose. Know why? CAUSE IT'S HURT AND BROKEN!!!" I yelled. "Shh, babe we have a child here and a baby," Punk said. "Go back to changing her diaper." I said. I was so tempted to touch my nose but it would hurt much more. My whole body has been in pain since last monday. Wonder why? Beth beat the shit of out me. Well, time for pay back tonight. Punk picked Amber back up sat on the couch and held her. He's just to cute with her, she was holding on to his hand while sucking on her thumb with her other hand. "Aww, Phil." I said sitting next to him while smiling at him. He just smiled back. She looked up at us and smiled, "Wanna hold her?" Punk asked looking at me. "Okay." I took her from him and he got up and went upstairs.


(Punk's POV)


Why are my emotions starting to get the best of me now? Just why God? Everytime I see Kristen hold a baby, I can't get over that someday that's gonna be us. I'm sure she wants a kid. I mean, I do to, but not just yet. So much is going through my mind right now. With her being in pain from Beth, with Bently here and all. It's just pressure. I mean it shouldn't be, but it is. I don't know. I pulled out my phone and called Colt. "Hello?" He asked. "Dude, its me. I'm under pressure." "Um, why?" "I don't even know! Kristen has her brother and his wife over and their two kids. And just seeing her hold their baby, it's just I-" I took a deep breath. "I can't get over that someday that's gonna be us." "Well, in my opinion, I'd thought you two would have a kid already! Cause you two do it like every fucking day!" I'm not amused. "HAHAHAHAH, so fucking funny." Then out of nowhere, I felt a tug on my shorts, I looked down and saw Bently with a video game controller in his hand. "Play a video game with me." He handed me the controller. "Dude you there?" Colt asked. "Be right there," I told Bently and off he went. "Sorry, their kid Bently wants to play a video game with me." "If, I were you, tell Kristen how you feel. Seriously, cause you telling this to me, not helping you, so I'm just giving you my best advice and tell her how you feel." "Alright, I gotta go. See ya." I said. "Later," I hung up and headed back down the stairs to play a video game with Bently.


(Kristen's POV)


"You two get home safe, better call me when you guys land back in New Jersey." I said as Kenny and Katherine were leaving. "Don't worry we will." Kenny said. "Bye Bently!" They both said giving him a hug. They left and it was just Me, Punk and Bently. "Potty break!" He yelled heading up the stairs shutting the bathroom door. "Can we talk?" Punk asked me. "Yeah, what's wrong?" I asked concerned. He sat me down on the couch and took my hands in his. "Believe me, I have no idea why my emotions are playing games with me, but I can't get over that someday, we are gonna be like your brother and Katherine having kids." I was beyond confused. "Like, It's hard to explain." "Wait, are you saying that you don't want kids at all?" I asked. "No, no. I do believe me I do. Just not right now." "Okay, but did you think seeing me holding Amber made me think I wanted a kid?" "Well, kindof." He mumbled. I just laughed at him. "What's so funny?" He asked. "You seriously think, that I wanna have kids at the age of twenty nine? I just turned twenty nine! We haven't been married for a year yet! We have time!" I exclaimed. "Oh I love you." He said as he smiled at me. "Your such a dork." I smiled back at him before he kissed me. "But I'm your dork." He winked at me before kissing me again.  "It's like mommy and daddy never left." We stopped and saw Bently just standing there. Yeah that was really awkward.


(At the Arena)


"So Bently, whenever the Superstars get tired, they relax in this room." "Punk, it's called the lounge room." "I know what it's called! I'm just explaining it to him." "I think a six year old can figure out what a lounge room is." I mumbled. "You guys are funny," Bently said. "Oh we know." Punk said holding my hand. We got into the locker room and everyone was busy getting ready for the show tonight. "JOHN CENA!!" Bently shouted. John turned around and smiled. "Hey little dude." He said. "Whose kid is this?" "My brother's he wanted to see what the arena was like." "Lord bless that kid's heart when he goes home." Justin said putting on some arm bands. "Shut up." I said not amused at all. "Can I get an autograph?" He asked John. "Anything for my biggest fan, I mean, you are my biggest fan right?" "Yeah." "Cool, NIKIE GET ME A PAPER AND A SHARPIE!!" John yelled. "I'm going jeez." She got paper and a sharpie and handed it to John. "What's your name?" "Bently." He had the most hugest smile on his face ever. "Wow, this is the best day ever." He said holding the paper that John signed. "Whose kid is that?" Kat asked. She was standing right behind us the whole time. "My brothers kid, his name is Bently." "OH! Like from teen mom?!" She asked gettin excited. "Uh, sure?" I said confused. "Well, he's adorable." She said walking past him over to Justin. "He looks like you." Cody said lacing up his boots. "He does?" I asked. "How can you not tell its obvious!" Jamila said joining in on the conversation. "Well, jeez." I said rolling my eyes. I looked at Bently and to be honest he does, but more my brother. People told us in high school that we looked liked twins, his friends, my friends, even teachers. They even said that we should dress as each other for Halloween one year, but we never did. So after being in the locker room for a little bit more, Punk and I took Bently around the arena one more time, were he met some more Superstars, got their autographs, took pictures, and talked to them. This little kid is having the time of his life, it's like Christmas morning to him. "Do you guys wrestle tonight?" Bently asked after meeting John Morrison. "Well, I have a tag team match. I team up with Kelly Kelly and take on Beth Pheonix and Alicia Fox." "A twig and a powerhouse." Bently commented. "Exactly." I said., "How bout you?" Bently asked Punk. "Well, I guess just talk because Summerslam is next week, so I guess I'm just talking tonight." "John Cena is gonna beat you and become the Undisputed WWE Champion." Bently said proudly smiling at him. "Really Bently?" Punk asked. "Yeah." "Alright, that's it kiddo." Punk grabbed him and got him nto the GTS position and spinned him around again. "Oh Bently, not again." I said doing a facepalm. "What's he doing with that kid?" Miz asked. "Oh hey, that's my nephew so it's all good." "Oh thank God, I was gonna say, just reminding you that you have a tag team match tonight." He said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks." Punk stopped spinning and looked at Miz. "Watch yourself." He said. "Punk, it's okay. Miz appologized to me and wants to stop this fighting between the three of us." I said. "Is that true?" He asked. "Yes, it's 100% true. I wanna stop this fighting because, all it's doing is making us mad at each other." "That's true. Plus, if she agrees to, than I agree too." Punk said shaking Miz's hand. "Thank you. Catch you guys later." He said leaving. "Ya know, maybe he isn't such a bad guy." Punk said. "I'm very dizzy." Bently mumbled, still on Punk's shoulder. "Am I gonna win at money in the bank now?" Punk asked taking him off of his shoulders. ''I need a nap." He mumbled leaning onto my leg. "Good going." I said to Punk. "Alright come here." Punk picked him up in his arms and took him to the lounge room. "I'll stay in here with him, you go warm up for your match tonight." "Okay, don't leave his sight." I said going to the locker room. "KRISTEN! I need your help!" Justin said running up to me as I was walking. "Talk to me South African Boy." I said. "Well, you know Kat's birthday is this Saturday right?" "Duh, who couldn't forget her birthday?" "Losers, so anyways, I don't know how to spend it with her, I think I might propose.." He said mumbling the last part. "What?" I asked. "I might propose to her." He said. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!? DO IT JUSTIN! I'M SO HAPPY NOW!! I exclaimed, he covered my mouth with his hands though. "Shut your big Italian loud mouth up!" I licked his hand. "EW!!!" He yelled. "Sorry, but after dating her for almost three years! I'm so happy Justin! Do it!" I said. "Alright, I already have a ring." He said pulling a tiny box from his pocket. A damn was this ring very expensive and nice looking. "Damn.." I said. "But where should I ask her to marry me?" "Hmm, well didn't she wanna met your family in South Africa?" I asked. "Yeah.." "Take her there for her birthday! And when the time is right, pop the question to her!" "Dude, that's the best idea ever. You are fucking amazing!" He said giving me a quick hug. "I know." I said we continued to walk to the locker room together and I prepared for my match, until Kelly Kelly showed up. "Hey." She said. "Hey." I said back. "I need a favor." "Sure, whats up?" I asked taping up my wrists. "I wanna become a better wrestler and I was wondering, what can I do.. to be better." "Well, a few things... One, stop being such a girly girl in the ring, Two, don't get your nails done with the stupid tips, Three, actually go to a gym, and Four, get a trainer and train with them everyday or try to and ask them what you can improve." "But, my nails are pretty." She said showing me her nails, I was not amused on bit. "Do you wanna get better or not?" "I wanna be better." "Okay, I hate to break it to you, but get those things off right after the match, only put nail polish on nothing else but that." "Okay, I will." She said. "And another thing, your gonna start the match out first tonight." "I'm okay with that." she said leaving. Ya know, Kelly isn't that bad, yes she may lack skill in the ring, but in general she has heart. You just can't come to the WWE and just have looks, it's the skill that matters. I mean, look at Tamina, she's a frikking man-woman, but she has skill. Well, she does have skill right? Anyways, looks don't matter it's the skill that counts..

(Kelly Kelly and Kristen vs Alicia Fox and Beth Pheonix)

Me and Kelly were walking backstage heading to our match, until a certain someone popped infront of us.. "Good luck out there tonight!" Bently said hugging my legs. Punk was right behind him. "Aww," I said right before picking him up. "Thank you Bently." I said hugging him in my arms. "Alright, Punk take him." I said handning him to Punk. "Good luck out there baby." He said grabbing me with his free arm pulling my close for a kiss. "Ew, thats gross." Bently said turning away. I just smiled at him and left with Kelly. "Whose kid is that? He's cute." Kelly said. "That's my nephew, he's my brother's kid." "That's adorable." "Alright, lets go kick so butt." "Yeah let's go!" She said. We heading out to the ring and came out together. I held my titles over my head and walked down the ramp, while Kelly was slapping some of the fans hands. We both got into the ring and had a stare down with Alicia and Beth. Mainly, I had one with Beth. "Alright, ladies lets go." The reffere said. I handed him my belts and he took them over to Justin Roberts. The bell rang and Kelly started the match off against Beth, the locked up and Beth won that lock up, well no shit. "Come on Kelly!" I said encourading. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" Alicia yelled. "HEY! SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH OR I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" I yelled back, she shut right up. Kelly actually got a few kicks and punches on Beth. Than in came Alicia. Now this shouldn't be to hard for Kelly. They went back and forth with a few punches. Then, Kelly got the advantage and over to our side of the ring. "Tag me." I said extending my hand, and she made the tag to me. I punched Alicia in the face knocked her down and got her into a boston crab. Yet someone, she managed to get out and tag Beth in. We just stared at each other for a few moments and locked up with each other. "Fucking bitch." I mumbled under my breath. "Oh yeah? I am?" She asked getting angry. "Uh... yeah!" I yelled. She pushed me down and I got back up on my feet and got a clothesline from her. After that she picked me up and threw me into the turnbuckle and began to punch the hell out of me in the gut. I managed to stand up and she came charging at me but I ducked away, from there I hit her with a bulldog, punched and kicked her a few times. After batteling some more, the time was just right, I hit her with my finisher. I went for the pin and was about to get the victory, but Alicia broke up the pin. "Mother of god." I mumbled. Kelly was able to knock Alicia out of the ring and she fought with her. I just watched and was proud, I turned and saw that Beth was standing with an evil smirk on her face. "Oh shit." I said before she kicked me in the gut and hit me with a GlamSlam or whatever her finisher is called, whatever it was, it hurt my rib cage like crazy, she flipped me over for the cover and go the win. She and Alicia celebrated in the ring for a little bit and went backstage. Kelly came into the ring and checked up on me. "Are you okay?" "Yeah I'm.." I took a deep breath, it was hard to breath, my ribs were just killing me. ''I'm okay." I said getting up, but fell back down. Next thing I knew the trainers came out with a stretcher and took me backstage to trainers room.

(Trainer's Room)

"Well, we have some bad news." The trainer said. "What is it?" I asked. "You have four cracked ribs." "FOUR CRACKED RIBS!?" I yelled in disbelief. "Yeah, and the broken nose from last week." "Well duh, I knew about that." I said. "And more bad news I have." "Oh god." I said. "You won't be able to compete for two weeks, the ribs are in bad condition and we don't wanna risk you getting hurt anymore and your nose should be better by then." "Why two weeks?! Why not just one! Or none!" I said. "We don't need you getting hurt anymore, have a safe recovery." "This... sucks." I mumbled getting off of the bed I was sitting on in there holding my taped up ribs. Punk came running in. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Four cracked ribs, out for two weeks." "Your pissed right?" He asked. "Yup, wait.. where's Bently!?" I asked. "Kat has him." "Oh God, that's a bad idea!" I said to him running back to the locker room. "Babe don't run! It's bad!" He said chasing after me. I slowed down my pace and made it back to the locker room. "Where is he?" I asked. "He's over here!" Kat said, she has him coloring in a coloring book. "Uh, where did you get the coloring book?" I asked. "What? I get bored on plane rides okay!?" She said. "Well, I can't argue with that." "What's wrong!? Are you okay!?" She said looking at my ribs. "Four cracked ribs, out for two weeks." "Damn sucks." "Um, Kristen?" I turned around and saw Hunter standing before my eyes. "Uh, hi boss." I said. "Hi, what's a little kid doing here?" He asked looking at Bently. "He's my nephew, I took him here because he wanted to see what it was like backstage." "Hi Triple H!" He said looking at him, "Hey kiddo." Hunter said waving at him. "I have so news.'' "Okay..?" "Well because Summerslam is less than two weeks away we had you booked for a match against Beth at Summerslam and now since your injuried for two weeks, that can't happen." "Okay." "With this being said, you are stripped of your titles.." "WHAT!?!?!?!" I screamed. "I'm sorry, but your titles are in my office now." "WHY!!! I can't help it if I got injuried because Beth is trying to kill me for no reason what so ever! Please don't take my titles away!" I begged. "I'm sorry, I have to do this. Recover fast and soon, see you in two weeks." He said leaving. "But... my titles.." I mumbled. Punk put his arm around me. "It's okay you'll get them back." I just nodded my head slowly. I need those titles back.. I need them now.

(The next day, Home)

So basically, my titles are gone. Yeah... this sucks. So today since I have nothing to do and Punk isn't around and Bently is back home now, I invited some old friends over. Jessie and Steven. It's been a very long timesince I have seen and talked to them. "So, this is your new house?" Steven asked. "Yeah, birthday present." I said sitting on the couch in pain. "Damn, wish I had a house like this." Jessie said. "If you want a new house for your birthday I'll buy you one, whatever one you want." "Yay!" She said smiling at him right before kissing him.. and they kept it going... "JESUS CHRIST!? REALLY! IN MY HOUSE!?" I asked. "Opps." They both said, "Seems like a few years ago, I woke up in my old house and you two were kissing each other like you just did in my old kitchen." "Oh the memories." Jessie said. "How did you even crack you ribs in the first place?" Steven asked. "Well, Beth threw a microphone at me, hit my repeatedly in the gut and her finisher cracked them with the force of my ribs hitting the mat." "Damn you take a beating missy." "Yeah, I sure do." I said. We all just talked about what's going on with our careers and watched some movies. I miss Punk so much...

(Capetown South Africa; Home; Kat's POV)

Well, I'm in South Africa with Justin! I can't believe that he finally took me here to meet his family and on my birthday. He has a pretty Kiff; which means cool, family. I seriously like them. This place is so beautiful I'm not kidding, and I love him so much for taking me here. So right  now, the sun is setting and we are on the beach cuddled up on a blanket. "Kat, I've never thought I would been doing this right now." Justin said standing up. "What are you talking about? Babe, whats wrong?" I asked concered. "Well, we have been dating for almost three years and it's been the best three years off my life." "Aw.. so what's wrong?" I asked. "Kat nothing is wrong, I just need an answer." I was so lost. He got on one knee and pulled a box out from his pocket. "Kat, I want you to marry me. I love you more than life itself on this planet, that day when we played seven minutes in heaven and Kristen's house, was just amazing." I smiled at him remembering that day. "I'm not the best with speeches, so Kat... will you marry me?" He looked into my eyes, the sun just set and he couldn't of picked a better time than to ask. "Yes!" I exclaimed, he slide the ring on my finger and picked me up spinning me around. "Happy Birthday Kat, I love you." He smiled before kissing me. Oh he has no idea how happy I am right now, I love him so much.

To be continued...