Chapter One
With the twentieth anniversary of Monday Night RAW coming up, Vince thought it would be nice to give the superstars and divas a night of fun. A party was planned for the night before, instead of having a house show.
"Enjoy the night everyone," Vince said with excitement. "The performers will get started soon."
Punk sat on the patio of the hotel suite, talking with Paul Heyman.
"Still don't like that he's back," Punk said about The Rock.
"Believe me, no one else is excited either."
"Now we have this thing."
"Luckily, I don't have to be here," Paul said before leaving the suite.
Punk looked at his phone and groaned; there was no leaving for another three hours. Kofi stepped outside to join the straight edge champion.
"You should meet Kyra," Kofi said.
"Who?"
"Kyra Lea, she's the singer tonight."
"Great."
"Come on inside, they should be ready by now." Kofi stood from the chair and breathed out. "Plus, it's cold out here."
Punk gave up and followed his friend inside. Music was already starting to play.
I told you on the day we wed, I was gonna love you till I's dead. Made you wait till our wedding night, that was the first and the last time I wear white.
"That's Kyra," Kofi pointed out.
But Punk wasn't paying attention, he was too interested in the blue eyes that were locked onto him.
If the ties that bind ever do come loose, tie 'em in a knot like a hangman's noose. Cause, I'll go to heaven or I'll go to hell.
The song continued and the man couldn't take his attention away from the young woman. Once the song was over, Kyra started in on another.
I've know a few guys who thought they were pretty smart, but you've got being right down to an art. You think you're a genius, you drive me up the wall. You're a regular original know-it-all.
Kyra was walking around the large space, singing to certain people. First was Damian Sandow, then The Miz, next was Alberto Del Rio, finally ending with 3MB.
"Hope I'm not interrupting," Punk stated as he stepped onto the balcony.
Kyra turned around, startled by not being alone. "You're not. I just needed to get some air and to cool off."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Lots of open space and plenty of fresh air," she smiled.
Punk moved to lean against the railing a couple feet away from the young woman. Kyra looked out over the city, enjoying the cold air and the lights.
"How were you talked into performing here?" he asked after a couple of minutes.
"Vince walked into my job and hired me on sight."
"Really? Where do you work?"
"I'm a waitress/performer at a bar in Dallas," Kyra blushed.
"Cool. How long have you been working there?"
"Three days before Vince came in."
"He must really like you."
"It's not because of my performing; it was because I totally lost professionalism when a drunk guy grabbed my ass."
"What did you do?"
"Punched him in the face, and then threw him out of the bar. I was in the right. The guy kept laying his hands on me the entire night; and our 'enforcer' was just sitting by while it was happening." Punk was stunned by what she went through. "I was fired, not for punching the guy, but for telling everyone that the same would happen to them."
"Vince must have jumped for joy when that happened."
"He was pretty happy; he's too old to do any jumping," she smiled over to him. "I was traveling with him that night and signing the contract early the following afternoon."
"How long have you lost your soul?" he joked.
"My soul was long gone by the time the contract was signed." Punk had a puzzled look on his face. "Theatre does that on the first show you work on. But the company owns me for five years."
"Why did you sign?"
"Needed the money. Now I'm here with a contract of a guarantee five year employment, unless I severely fuck up."
"I'll make sure nothing happens to jeopardize your job," Punk stated.
"Kyra," Vince called out.
The pair reentered the suite to find everyone sitting or standing listening to Vince. He motioned for her to join him on the stairs leading to the second level.
"This is Kyra Lea, you heard her sing earlier, but here's the kicker. I hired her to be on tour with a superstar."
"So, she won't be a diva?" one of the girls asked.
"I can't wrestle; I'll more than likely punch someone in the face than pull hair," Kyra answered.
"So, what's your job?" another called out.
"Personality; valet in the simplest answer."
"So, you're an already paid for ring rat," Eve said loudly.
"I am not a ring rat," Kyra stated. "I will not sleep with anyone until I am married. Go ahead and call me a prude, but I am not a whore."
"Yeah, right. You probably blew Vince to get a contract."
"Eve!" Vince called loudly. Kyra was ready to throw down with the diva champion. "Kyra is part of this company now, and will be working in a feud already going on."
"Which feud?" John Cena asked.
"The WWE Championship feud between The Rock and CM Punk."
"So, she's going to be able to sleep her way into movies now," Eve whispered loudly.
"Shut the fuck up, Eve!" Kyra yelled. "You don't know me and you never will. You were probably your parents' 'Lil Princess'; probably handed everything you wanted through the years. Me; I never had it easy. But I will never do any 'favors' to get far in life."
Kyra walked down the few steps to the bottom of the staircase and through the doorway, leaving the party and everyone behind. She really wanted to hurt Eve, to the point of Eve loosing the title for medical issues.
"Kyra!" Punk called out.
"Leave me alone, Punk."
He followed her into the stairwell of the hotel, and tried talking to her again.
"Eve was out of line, and everyone knows that."
"Don't care about that."
"What do you care about?"
"The fact that I let Eve get to me; I mean, she's leaving."
"So?"
"So, I shouldn't have been affected by what she said."
The entire time, Kyra and Punk were walking down the stairs to her floor.
"Are you thinking of quitting?" he asked once the pair was in the hall.
"No, I'm not going to quit; I already gave you my reason." She took a deep breath, trying to relax a bit. "I'll talk to you tomorrow at the arena. 'Night Punk."
"'Night Kyra."