AN: This story was long prolonged. I've struggled much as to how to approach the female character and alas I managed to come up with something – something that would truly function to great extents with this story. This is my first attempt to a love triangle and although I do have someone in mind that I wish for this character – Evelyn Alessandra Foley to end up with – I might even consider through reviews of my readers of what they think between Evelyn and Punk or Evelyn and Dean. I don't know what kind of chord struck me for me to even develop the urge to write this sort of fanfiction – but I want to pull through with it.

I'm not a fan of love-triangles, but I love CM Punk and Dean Ambrose a little bit too much for my own good thus I decided why not give it a try. This story will not interfere with Poking the Hornet's Nest nor would it interfere with Drunk on Us. I have muse, and a lot of happy angst to satisfy you all, so I hope you enjoy.

Of course, please do review your thoughts for I do take them into deep consideration and of course, I love reading what you guys have to say.

Characters Involved: CM Punk, Dean Ambrose, Edge, Lita, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, The McMahons, Triple H, Mick Foley, Paul Heyman, Bray Wyatt, Daniel Bryan, John Cena, Randy Orton, AJ Lee.

I owe nothing that corresponds with the WWE except for my babe Evelyn.

Chapter 01: I'll Be Alright Dad.

Sunday - Summer

August 18, 2013

Stanford, Connecticut

WWE Headquarters

"You surely do take after your father to a certain extent Ms. Evelyn. These are truly impressive pieces, shocking that you took your own time in making sure your portfolio looks magnificent. I'm sure you were quiet confident in what you were doing."

Evelyn stared up at the projector screen which displayed countless of photographs all throughout the independent circuit of wrestling, and even head shots and clips from her self-made promotional videos at home. It was impossible for her to deny that although she wasn't exactly bounded to the Hardcore Hall of Famer by blood – she certainly took after him – it was the same ambition that you get to see throughout his documentary that was in display right now in the office of the current COO of the World Wrestling Entertainment cooperation – Triple H. However, within the office was not only Evelyn, or Triple H but also his wife, and also owner of the company – Stephanie McMahon.

A part of her honestly at first entering the office found herself rather shook – but after she managed to cushion herself onto the soft leather loveseat. The intimidation from the golden name plaque in the office would appear almost like goo in some sick twisted imagination of hers and Triple H along with his wife Stephanie appeared as nothing more than common-man. Then again, the fact that she's all too familiar with the business – close with the McMahons and even some of the Superstars due to her being of course Mick Foley's daughter. None-the-less his estranged, bastard of a daughter that in the beginning took young Foley at the birth of his career by surprise; but with loving (hesitant) arms took her in and brought her to life with his career that is professional wrestling.

At hearing Stephanie's comment, Evelyn would keep a straight face, although her lips wish to crook themselves into a smile.

"I'm glad we managed to contact you on the nick of time Evelyn. We are also glad that you've managed to remain looking as beautiful, and domineering as ever."

Evelyn's eyebrow piqued in interest - this time uncertainty washing over her for she wasn't sure as to what to make from that comment. What does her appearance have to do with her talent? She slightly pursued her lips, curious as to what the simple hopes of being a backstage photographer might actually turn out to be. Certainly enough, she knew that her father whole-heartedly opposed the idea of her working for the WWE - the only person who even supported the notion were her close ties to not only Adam (popularly known as Edge) but also one she would like to think as her professional mentor - Paul Heyman.

Since childhood she expressed a great deal working for the company and her thrive in doing so allowed her to even reach opportunities to start from the bottom and work her way up. The result of her ruthless ambition to be recognized by the WWE whom initially rejected her when she approached them at the age of twenty-one. Stating she was nothing more than a scandal seeing as she's the 'bastard' child of Mick Foley. Vince McMahon was never easy with his word choice at the time and most likely in present times.

Triple H took note of her expression and gave his wife Stephanie a light squeeze on her shoulder - causing Stephanie to tentivaly eye her husband with sparked excitement. "We have a proposition for you. Something not exact with what you wish to sign up for - but guaranteed enough, it is better than that. Heftier check also."

Evelyn shifted in her seat with 'satiable curiosity as she leaned forward, her hands now carefully placed on the executive maroon desk. Her mouth salivating with metaphorical hunger as she felt her very being push forward. Undoubtly she was shocked she was even being offered more - for back then she wasn't even considered or thought of for anything due to her condition and scandal of then. Mr. McMahon didn't want 'bullshit scandals that bring shame to the company'. A simple quote of that bitter tongue of his.

But then again, she was in a different position now standing at her prime of twenty-nine years old who has created a great buzz throughout the years on social media due to the indie circuit. Not only she was a deemed amazing photographer, but also a talented promo-deliverer and in-ring performer. But of course, she strays away from wrestling since her father tries her best not to let her perform or 'damage herself'. Mick always worried that she would end up like him - battered and bruised. Damaged goods.

"I'm listening." Was all she stated - remaining calm, cool and collected.

"This idea stemmed itself from creative, specifically from the hands of Paul Heyman himself. From what my wife and I have heard - you two are awfully close." Triple H paused to clear his throat as he then began to pace within the office. "He believes you should on television be the mastermind behind The Shield, his assistant as well. You will be given screen-time, script to follow, and required to attend WWE promotional events. With that being said you're going to be working a lot with the heels of television. Specifically The Shield whom we've heard you documented much of Ambrose and Rollin's independent careers and CM Punk - who also it's well known the two of you... have been well acquainted in the past."

Evelyn at first froze up hearing the name CM Punk. The knot in her throat slowly developed as she then wished she could laugh at the machines who held concern within the tone of her voice. She wished that her career within the WWE didn't involve CM Punk - but seemingly enough he's becoming an inevitable factor of her life. The roaring past that with much contuniuty never fails in catching up to her. She shrugged off the bitter sentiments that gnawned at her as she only casted a smirk on her cherry bomb lips - sitting back before folding her legs.

"Is that a challenge?"

Triple H and Stephanie looked at one another with much concern. Stuttering a laugh as Hunter only rubbed the back of his head.

"I mean, we want to make sure you can do this. Off the air you will assist Paul Heyman and Creative with plots for the sake of our televised events."

"You guys don't get it - when do I sign?" Bewildered, the two would simply eye the female before them with evident shock as then they placed before her what will be the birth to the start of her career. A renaissance for her own personal way of living. Evelyn read carefully every single line, and with the pen by side the clip board, with precision engraved her name and initials on the dotted line - selling herself, and birthing through the machines.

"Welcome to the WWE - Evelyn Alessandra Foley." The hand right before her as she then she with a firm grip took it with hers.

This should fair out just how I want it to.

Manhattan - New York City

Evelyn's Apartment

Same Day

"Alex I really think you should speak to your old man about it. You know damn well he's going to flip out once he see's you on the big screen. Who knows how he'll retaliate to the news." Evelyn sighed, knowing damn well that one of her closest friends of all time spoke nothing more than the truth. She could hear the scratches through the phone line from him rubbing his facial hair and the thought of it made her chuckle - something little to none of importance however pried her away from the thought of her father finding out.

Then again that's an inevitable subject mater.

"I know Daniel. But you know how Mick is... He doesn't want me involved with the company whatsoever. He's persistantly tried to keep me up from the one thing that feeds my hunger which is me working for the WWE. You of all people know that best."

"A lot of people within your circle of friends know that Evelyn. Undoubtedly your love allowed you to make great friends within the field."

"He won't ever look at it like that Daniel. He's just worried about his precious little girl that if it wasn't for me he would've never even known about me." Daniel bitterly sighed at the tone of his long time and one of his closest friends. Throughout the years it made it easy to deal with her cruel calloused demeanor - but the majority of the time it was ardent.

Daniel Bryan could only scratch his beard once more and in the faint distant background Evelyn could hear Brie calling out for her beloved boyfriend's name. Evelyn could only chuckle as this was normal within their phone call routines. "The missus calling."

"I know. Are you going to make it for the Monday Night tapings?"

"I'll like to think you'll be seeing me a bit sooner than that."

"It's been a while Alex. It's been what? Three years since we've actually seen each other face to face?"

"And we never failed to keep in contact." Brie's voice echoed in the background again. "Just a second sweetheart, on the phone with Alex." Evelyn chuckled again, he never failed calling her by the middle name.

"Listen, Daniel..." Evelyn struggled with her words as the thought of heading out to California to make it for the live event of Summerslam began to rush her head with sentiments - especially that of confusion in regard to whom she least but most likely will end up seeing - CM Punk. From the line up she was informed that he'll be in a no disqualification match with Brock Lesnar which indeed would prove to be interesting and a great performance however worry quelled within her.

Along with that concern arose bitter feelings as though she knew in the end she could never truly dislike the force known as the Straight Edge - Best in the World superstar. Evelyn couldn't even ask the question that has scratched her insides ferociously for two years now. "Punk's okay." And it was like he read her mind. Evelyn couldn't help but sigh in relief before breaking out into laughter.

"Tell Brie I said hi, and that I miss her cooking. Good luck at Summerslam. You'll be seeing me soon enough and you can make me tap for all I care - it'll be worth it."

The line went dead with one last laugh from her friend. Evelyn slipped the phone into the back pocket of her shorts as her hand then clasped onto her suitcase and on her shoulder was a rather large canvas bookbag. Clicking the heels of her docks together and adjusting her Metallica muscle tank - Evelyn breathed in the chai like scent within her apartment before coming to terms that from here on out her life was taking a spin.

Where she would engage in an unholy war - underneath the spotlight before millions watching at home, and thousands live within the arena.