"Kira's career is now, over," Michael Cole said as the crowd was crying and cheering on the great career I had.
"Dammit Cole . Always got to make things feel more horrible then they are." I was currently watching Summerslam 2009. My last match. I went against Melina, the woman that can sure carry a good storyline. I preed pause on the DVD remote and got up to go answer the phone. I didn't even look at caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kira. I was wondering if we should should jut car pool to the arena. You are returning right?"
"Of course Uncle Shawn! I'll meet you at McDonalds ok?"
"Ok." I hung up the phone and went to the bathroom. I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I currently had on a pair of black sweats, a blue Love Kills Ed Hardy tee, and blue socks. My brown/blonde hair was in a messy bun with light string of hair in my face making a bang. I shrugged because I thought I looked fine and left the bathroom. I grabbed my black hoodie and put on a pair of Nikes. I turned off the TV, all the lights in the house, and grabbed my keys of the coffee table. I grabbed my suitcases out of the front hallway and left the house.
Once I got in the car I turned the radio on and pulled off. Then one of my favorite songs started playing on the radio.
"There's a fire starting in my heart. Reaching a fever pitch and its bringing me out the dark." A huge grin formed on my face and I sung along all the way there.
While Shawn was in the car, he wanted to listen to country. I was fine until he started jamming to Sweet Home Alabama. I looked over and he was snapping his fingers and everything. I chuckled and changed the station.
"Oh now. Oh! Just shoot for the stars, if it feels right. Then aim for my heart, if you feel like. And take me away, I'll make it okay, I'll swear I'll behave." Shawn's face turned red and I gave him a confusing looked at me back and bursted out singing.
"You wanted control, so we waited! I put on a show, now we're naked! You say I'm a kid, my ego is big, I don't give a shh. And it goes like this!" Shawn continued singing and I was shocked. This was my favorite song in the world at the moment but I didn't say a word. Who knew the a 46 year old man that lives and the middle of now where knew this song. I shook my head as I got a text. I lifted up my body to get my phone out my back pocket. Once I got it, I learned that the text was from John.
"Babe. Please hurry. I wanna see my girlfriend sometimes ya know." I smiled and got off the exit while Shawn was singing Christina Aguilera's part of the song. I had to admit, the man can sing.
I was walking down the halls looking for John. Where the hell is everybody? I had changed into a blue off the shoulder crop shirt, dark skinny jeans,black boots, and let my hair fall down straight over my back.. I walked with confidence still searching. I continued to walk until I saw what was happening currently on Raw on a nearby monitor. Shawn was trying to figure out why Triple H changed his answer to The Undertaker's question. He went over to the ropes as if he was about to get out of the ring. Then he came back and said "I'm sorry, the reason I know that is because I've been made the Special Referee. He patted Hunter's shoulder and walked out of the ring. That was my cue. The opening parts to my song One Of A Kind blasted through the speakers and the crowd went crazy. Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler were pumped. "Can it be? Can it be?" As soon as my song said "ONE OF A KIND!" I jumped to the ramp. I pumped my fist to the air and as the song went "Hey! Hey! Hey!". I turned around and repeated what I did. I turned back around and started down the ramp with a huge smile on my face. It was good to be back.