"I can't believe that they're actually letting you accompany me." CM Punk smiled at the short, athletic brunette that was standing in front of the TV backstage. He walked up to her, and wrapped his arms around her. "Apparently your father is letting you rule the roost when it comes to me."
The brunette let out a laugh. "Yeah, apparently. I have no idea why." She mockingly held a microphone. "CM Punk & Kennedy. Works well, don't you say?" CM Punk smiled.
"Of course. You ready to get going out there?" CM Punk asked, as he squeezed her, causing her to let out a squeal. She turned around and hit his chest.
"You know I hate that!" She growled playfully. "Of course I'm ready. You don't like my casual look today?" CM Punk laughed. Her version of casual was usually quite odd. She wore black Jeffrey Campbell lita boots, light blue denim shorts, and a black & white baseball shirt. Her hair was hanging over her shoulders – it was freshly washed, smelt like strawberries.
"I always do." He winked, joking. "Let's go." The two walked towards the gorilla section, while Kofi Kingston made his entrance.
"Don't screw it up." Paul Heyman casually mentioned as he stood at the gorilla section.
"What are you even doing here?" CM Punk & Kennedy spoke at the same time. They turned to each other and laughed.
"You'll find out." Paul spoke, giving no indication of his intentions. Kennedy tugged on Punk's arm, as the two walked towards the curtain.
She leant over to whisper in his ear. "I really don't know what's going on. I'm a bit worried. Be on your game."
Punk nodded, and kissed her forehead. They walked out together, to a mixed reaction. They posed on the top of the ramp, before they wandered down to the ring to begin the match.
Punk picked up the win on Kofi Kingston, when instead of his music playing, Brock Lesnar's did. Kennedy got in the ring with Punk, and looked around. Brock walked out, with Paul not too far behind him with a frustrated look upon his face.
"Kennedy, get out of the ring. Now." Paul stated, not playing games. Kennedy shook her head at her father who was standing in front of her. "Kennedy, if you don't get out, bad things are going to happen. I don't want you to get hurt."
Punk grabbed a microphone. "What's going on Paul? Plotting against me?" Lesnar smiled a sick, twisted smile. Punk moved the microphone down after he saw the twitch in Lesnar's eye. "Get out of the ring Kiki. Get out!"
Just as Kennedy got out of the ring, Lesnar got in, and begin to beat down on Punk. Lesnar backed off once Punk was motionless in the middle of the ring, almost unconscious.
Kennedy slid in, just as her father did. She slapped her father square in the face. "What has gotten into you?" She screamed at him. After they exited the ring, Paul was yelling at Punk, saying how he was the only family Punk had ever known.
Kennedy sat by Punk's head playing with his hair. "Are you alright?"
"Did you know that was going to happen?" He mumbled, as he breathed in her strawberry hair, and whatever delicious fragrance she was wearing. "Please tell me you didn't."
"I told you, I had no idea it was going to happen. I couldn't do that to you, Philly." She cradled his head until Heyman was gone, and she helped him up assisted with walking him back to his locker room.
On the way back to their locker room, they bumped into Heyman, who was without his 'guys'. "I need to speak with you NOW Kennedy!"
"I'll be there once I get him back to the locker room." She spoke bitterly, as she tightened her grip on Punk, as he did to her. She got him in there, and sat him down on a chair.
"Do you need anything? Ice, water, food?" Punk shook his head, but smiled. "Thanks for helping me back."
"Anytime Philly." She kissed his forehead, before closing the locker room door behind her. She wandered off in search of the father that backstabbed and betrayed her closest friend.