Disclaimer: I own nothing. Kylie Winn belongs to Kiss2Kill.
Pairings: PunkxOC
Summary: Watching him prepare for the greatest match in his entire life was pretty boring.
A/N: Feel better, Kylie-baby. And sorry, I actually did write this before RAW and then getting close to ending it, I saw Punk went in for the Heavyweight, instead of the World Title. My bad. Lol. Oh and hiatus off. I got bored. Lmfao. And I feel better. :D
Of Lollipops And Enziguiri Kicks
By: Rainbowblack
She was placed in one of the steel chairs watching her boyfriend spar in a practice match against Triple H. Her dark brown hair spilled down her shoulders in pools of chocolate brown. She was wearing a black 'Betty Curse' t-shirt with a tiny black hoodie with cheetah print in the hood, zipped over it. On her lower half, she wore matching jogging pants with also matching flats.
Kylie's elbow was set on her left leg - the good one. Her chin was fit into the palm of her hand. In her ears were white earphones playing 'Paradise City' by Guns N Roses. In her mouth was a watermeleon-flavored lollipop. She twirled it around in her mouth in a bored-fashion, waiting for the two men to be done, already.
"Hahh!" Punk yelled out, about to kick his opponent, but he was blocked. That was when Triple H dropped Punk into a neck-breaker.
"Ooh!" Kylie reaccted, she could almost feel that. "You okay, baby?"
Punk struggled to get up, but was fine. "Yeah, yeah. Ow..."
"Yeah, you okay, baby?" Triple H teased him.
The Chicago native pulled the big man down from his right leg, which caused him to fall on his ass. He sniggered. "Oh yeah, totally, sweetcheeks."
Kylie laughed. "That'll teach you to stick you foot in your mouth, Aitchee-Boy."
"Is that so?" Triple H, said getting up. He noticed the candy in her mouth. "Well you can always blowpop me anytime, dollface."
The brunette female's emotion turned pissed. She flipped him off. "You know something? You're lucky my leg's broken, because I'd so kick your face off, asshead."
Punk clapped his hands. "That's my girl."
He rolled out of the ring while Kylie grabbed her crutches.
"We goin' now?" she asked him.
"Yeah we are, grouchie." he said. "Hey, can I have some of that?"
"No." Kylie picked on him. He was talking about her lollipop.
He tried pulling it out of her mouth, but Kylie locked her teeth down onto it. "Drop it. Kylie, let go."
She did, but since it was already reduced down to a small size, one crunch and Punk ate the whole thing.
"Oh you fuck!" Kylie punched him the chest.
Punk laughed and swallowed it down. "You love me."
He gave her smooches on her cheek, while she rolled her eyes. Men.