Chapter 2

Luckily, Renee arrived late to the Halloween party and hadn't seen Kinsley snuggled up with Jon dancing. Kinsley still couldn't believe he was Renee's Jon – the Jon she bragged about continuously every time they spoke on the phone. There was no doubt in her mind Renee was in love with Jon and she hoped the feelings were mutual. Renee came from a big family of 10 siblings, 5 boys and 5 girls with her being the third youngest. Her oldest sister, who was now 46, had Kinsley at the age of 16 and Renee was only months old at the time. Their parents never stopped having babies, though a set of triplet boys made them slow down a little. Kinsley and Renee were 6 months apart in age with Renee being older. So that put Kinsley at age 29 and her Aunt at 30. Kinsley stood at 5'6, an inch taller than her Aunt, who was 5'5.

Removing the wig and taking out the bobby pins to keep her hair up, Kinsley let the dark brown tresses fall piece by piece down her back. It rested just to the middle of her back and had natural curls throughout, but nothing a straightener couldn't fix. Kinsley tossed the wig aside and walked into the bathroom to remove the makeup from her face with special remover she used. It kept her skin from drying out and Kinsley had a feeling working with the WWE required having makeup done on a daily basis. Once finished, Kinsley hopped in the shower and stood under the hot sprays, trying to remove Jon from her mind. It was pointless longing for a man who was unavailable and Kinsley would not hurt her Aunt. Coming to the WWE was about business, not pleasure.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her body, Kinsley brushed her hair out before dressing for bed. Tomorrow morning she had another meeting with Stephanie – or rather later today – to discuss everything she'd be doing regarding commentary. Kinsley had a master's degree in broadcasting and she'd sent a video to WWE headquarters upon applying for the current commentary position. That was after Renee called and told her of the wonderful opportunity. Kinsley was a wrestling fan when she was younger, but had grown out of it once she graduated high school. She was a little out of date with storylines and whatnot, so while waiting for a reply from WWE, she spent countless hours studying videos and DVDs from the local video store down the street. There was also an extensive library of WWE on YouTube along with other fan sites obsessed with certain wrestlers. If she planned on being a commentator for WWE, Kinsley had to know everything possible about it.

Not realizing how exhausted she was, Kinsley was out like a light before her head fully hit the pillow. Luckily, she'd set the alarm on her cell phone to go off at 10 AM and jolted awake at the first sound of it resonating around the room. Kinsley had fallen asleep a little after 2 AM, so she had a full 8 hours of sleep thankfully. She'd left the Halloween party shortly after Renee arrived, feeling out of place and wanted a good night's rest for her meeting with Stephanie. This was her job, not a time to play and have fun. After another shower, Kinsley dressed in a short sleeved black cardigan with a white camisole beneath and matching skirt. It went 2 inches above the knee, short enough to show off sex appeal, but still fit the PG image WWE created.

"Hmm hair up or down…" Kinsley murmured, tapping her chin and decided to leave it half-up, half-down.

Black pumps on her feet with sheer nylons, Kinsley applied foundation, lined her eyes with thin black and peach gloss on her lips. She plucked any stray hairs from her eyebrows, wanting to look perfect for the meeting, or as close as possible. Finally satisfied, Kinsley grabbed her black clutch and black notebook before heading out to meet Stephanie at WWE headquarters. Instead of wearing contacts, she slipped on a pair of black framed glasses that left the top and bottoms frameless. They were a vintage style, fitting her face perfectly and Kinsley thought it gave her a slight advantage because of the job she'd received in the company. A commentator – She was never a people person, but if it meant appealing to millions of people by following a script to read and voicing her thoughts on matches, so be it.

Stephanie was very pleased with Kinsley's appearance and shook the woman's hand, guiding her into the huge office closing the door behind her. "Forgive me if I'm a little sluggish today, Kinsley. It was a long night." She admitted, vowing to never do tequila shots with her husband again as long as she lived.

"Not a problem, ma'am."

"Call me Stephanie, please. We hate formalities in the company." Stephanie requested with a soft smile, handing over a packet of information to the newest member of the roster. "Now then, let's get started."

Kinsley listened intently to everything Stephanie said, jotting down notes on little quirks and suggestions to do when in front of the camera. Commentary was a lot more complex than the fans realized, Kinsley surmised, hoping she didn't disappoint doing this job. What had Renee been thinking suggesting her, an isolated non-people, nose always stuck in a book person to do a job that involved millions? Kinsley knew the answer to that question as soon as it popped in her mind. She always had a mindset of anyone could do anything if their mind was set to it.

"So, do you have any questions for me?" Stephanie asked once everything was explained, folding her hands on top of the desk.

"Just one, actually." Kinsley set her notebook aside full of writing and folded one leg over the other. "Do you know what show I'll be commentating on and who am I replacing?"

Stephanie couldn't believe she hadn't mentioned that during the explanation and shook her head. "Sorry, my brain is fuzzy today and my husband is to blame for it. You're taking over for JBL – John Layfield. He's a legend in the company, wrestler turned commentator, but his wife is expecting soon and he's ready to retire. He will be training you along with Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler. They too are veterans and have been commentating with us for years. They'll show you what to do and what NOT to do in the commentary world and explain things far better than I can."

"Right." That made sense, Kinsley supposed, and she kept a smile on her face to mask current nerves bubbling throughout her body. "So, when do I get started with my training?"

"Monday at Raw. We won't put you on television right away, just so you're aware. You'll basically go through scenario after scenario with the current commentators until they feel you are ready for our fans. In the meantime, you can either fly to our current house show, which is just a few hours away from here to get a feeling for the arenas or go home to take care of any last minute things you may have forgotten. The choice is yours, but I expect you at the arena on Monday at 2 PM sharp to start training." Stephanie explained, feeling the nervous energy rolling off of Kinsley in waves and hoped what she said eased the woman's mind a little.

Kinsley already knew what she was doing and had her rental vehicle downstairs waiting to be driven to the next area. "I will be there." She stood when Stephanie did and they shook hands again, both nodding in understanding at each other. "Thank you again for the opportunity, Stephanie. I will do my best not to let you down."

"Glad to hear it." A knock sounded at Stephanie's office door, causing both women's heads to snap up just as it opened to reveal one of WWE's current biggest stars. "Ah Colby, I wasn't expecting you for at least another hour."

Colby Lopez was known to WWE as the ruthless backstabbing wrestler Seth Rollins, who was currently part of the Authority storyline the company had going. Kinsley recognized him from the matches of the Shield she'd watched on YouTube and kept a straight face, already feeling uncomfortable with the man in the room. How she didn't recognize Jon the previous night at the Halloween party was still beyond Kinsley, but there was no point in dwelling on it.

"Colby, this is Kinsley Moore – the newest addition to our commentating team. Kinsley, I'm not sure if you're aware who Colby portrays on TV…"

"Seth Rollins, right?" Kinsley watched one of his thick black brows slowly rise and smiled coolly, not bothering to extend a hand. "I did some research prior to my interview to make sure I wasn't lost on who the current wrestlers on the roster were."

That impressed Stephanie immensely. "Did you really?"

"Yes." Kinsley turned back to look at Stephanie with an affirmative nod. "Yes. Commentary deals with detail and the more you have, the better and easier the job will be, right?"

Stephanie nodded, walking around her desk to stand beside Kinsley. "Wonderful! I know Michael, Jerry and John will be happy to hear that along with your Aunt."

That caught Colby's attention. "Aunt? You have family that works in the company?" He couldn't take his eyes from the violet eyed brunette in front of him, her beauty outshining Stephanie's by a long shot.

"Yes. That's a conversation for another time, though. I really should get going. Thank you again, Stephanie." Kinsley walked past Colby on her way out of the office and closed the door behind her, taking a deep shaky breath.

Colby smirked, turning dark eyes back on Stephanie and folded his arms in front of his chest. "New commentator, eh?" He sounded doubtful given how young Kinsley looked.

"Or possible Diva, I haven't decided yet." Stephanie admitted, leaning back against her desk and mimicked Colby's stance. "So, why are you here earlier than expected?"

"Wanted to discuss the upcoming match with Ambrose."

Stephanie knew the men loathed each other and had even when they were in the Shield. For the company's sake as well as their own, however, Jon and Colby managed to co-exist and function well as a team. The moment Stephanie and the writers brought up the possibility of splitting the Shield up so each member could go their separate ways, Colby jumped at it. He'd been trying to convince the company for months prior to do the split, hating being in a team and outshined by Jon and Joe. The spotlight belonged to him and Colby had no doubt in his mind he was the best wrestler in the world currently.

"What about it? It's Hell in a Cell and you're going to beat the tar out of each other. That's really what you called me from home and my girls to the office about?" Stephanie sounded a tad agitated and tensed when Colby stepped up to her, his dark eyes boring into her deep ocean blue pools of uncertainty. "Colby…"

Sliding a finger down her cheek to the nape of her neck and pulse point, Colby closed the distance between them to where his nose brushed against hers. "You know why I'm here." He stated as if it was crystal clear and caressed her sides. "Why do you try fighting it?"

"Because I'm married and have kids to think about." Stephanie mumbled, all the fight draining out of her body as soon as Colby touched her, desire sparking every nerve-ending. "I told you last time was it, I can't keep sneaking around like this…"

"But Momma likes it when her boy pounds that pussy, doesn't she?"

Stephanie whimpered, hating how much she enjoyed being called 'Momma' and felt her mouth go dry, especially when Colby began undoing the buttons on her shirt. There was no point fighting what she wanted and Colby was more than willing to give it to her. Paul hadn't found her attractive since they had Vaughn, afraid he'd end up getting her pregnant with a 4th child they didn't need – in his eyes at least. The way Colby touched and made her feel sent Stephanie to another level of intense ecstasy she couldn't describe or turn away from.

"Yes, but Momma enjoys her boy's tongue on her pussy more and needs to be pleasured before I give my boy a reward for doing such a good job." Stephanie purred, hopping up on the desk and spread her thighs while Colby pushed the skirt she wore up around her hips.

"Yes Momma, whatever you say."

Seconds later, Colby's face buried between Stephanie's thighs and all she could do was hold on for dear life.

~!~

Completely oblivious to what was going on upstairs in Stephanie's office, Kinsley was already in the vehicle on her way to the next area where house shows were being performed. She let her hair down again, rolling down the window and went to blast some music, when her cell phone rang. No doubt she knew who it was and smiled, pressing the button on the Bluetooth in her ear to avoid getting into an accident while driving.

"So, how did the meeting go?" Renee's bubbly voice resonated through the phone, excitement laced in her tone.

Kinsley chuckled softly at her Aunt's enthusiasm. "It went fine. I took notes and she said Michael Cole, Jerry Lawler and the guy I'm replacing John Layfield is gonna train me. I'm on my way to Boston right now doing about 80 miles an hour on I-90." She laughed when Renee scoffed in the phone at her remark. "What? You're always nosey about what I'm doing anyway."

"Yes – yes I know, sorry! I can't help it though. I can't believe my niece is going to be working alongside me!" Renee looked up when Jon approached her and held her hand up in a one minute gesture, handing over a cup of pure black coffee to him. "So, you have about a 3 hour drive ahead of you. That should put you here at about 4, if traffic is kind to you. So that's good, the show doesn't start until 5:30 anyway."

"7 actually." Jon corrected, his deep gritty voice unmistakable to the recipient on the other line.

"Okay Mr. Know-It-All." Renee griped with a smile, winking at Jon.

"I know all and see all, baby. When are you gonna get that through your head?"

"Ignore him, Kins. He doesn't know his head from his ass half the time." Renee squealed when Jon gripped her hips from behind, digging his fingers purposely in her sides to tickle her. "You ass! I'm on the phone!"

Kinsley tried not to feel the ping of jealousy zip through her while listening to Renee and Jon's playful banter. "I'll let you get back to him and talk to you when I get to the arena."

"Okay drive safe and if you need anything, call me. My cell is on."

"Will do."

Hanging up, Kinsley tossed her phone in the passenger seat and cranked up the music, trying once again to push Jon out of her mind.