A/N Well, here we are with chapter 3. Hope y'all have enjoyed the first two chapters. And again, I own no wrestlers, just my OC people. So remember! Enjoy and review!
Chapter 3—Exposure
-Monday Night-
I was backstage fixing my self up for that nights edition of The X-tra, my show on RAW. With Layla as my quest for the night I couldn't wait for everything to be put into play. I applied my eye liner and pulled my black/brown hair into a ponytail with my bangs hanging in my face. Tonight I was wearing my red outfit. Black Mondo pants with red stitching, my leather top at red Nautical stars instead of white skull and crossbones and my glove were black with a black and red plaid stripe going along them.
CM Punk came up to me, "Hey X, ready for later?"
I nodded and finished off my makeup, "Yeah, I'm ready. You?"
He nodded. Punk was currently in his black and red gear, seriously we go hadn't meant to match colors and all, but things happen. He had a match coming up with Charlie Haas. One could only guess his newest idea of mockery.
I gave him a
smile, "Good luck out there, and don't get your ass kicked to
bad."
He laughed, "Thanks for the vote of confidence X."
I smiled and let him leave. I headed to a room where they had RAW playing on a wide screen and sat down to watch the match. After the match they'd to to commercial so they could set up for The X-tra. CM Punk went out first, of course, to his theme 'This Fire Burns' by Kill Switch Engage. A personally loved the song and mentally noted to get it as a ring tone on my phone. Once he had made his entrance and stood waiting in the ring his theme song played again. I rolled my eyes, well this wasn't a shocker at Charlie Haas came out in an outfit like Punk's, only white and black. Lilian Garcia introduced the two.
"First, from right here in Chicago, Illinois weighing in at two hundred-twenty-two pounds, C! M! PUNK!" The crowd went nuts.
"And second, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at two hundred-forty-nine pounds C! H! PUNK!" Well no dip he'd go with a name like that. Seriously, I commend him for mocking his opponents, but really? CH Punk? Get real...
DING! DING! DING!
For a while I watched them circle each other like lions until they got started. Punk just started wailing away on Haas. He kicked, punched and was just plain nasty. Soon Haas gained some ground, but not enough to really do anything. He tried the GTS, but failed miserably. Punk slipped off his shoulders, caught his breath, then gave Haas a nasty kick to the side of his neck. He then hoisted Haas up and executed the GTS and knocked Haas out.
One! Two! Three! DING! DING! DING!
'This Fire Burns' played and Lilian spoke into the mic, "Ladies and gentlemen! Your winner! C! M! PUNK!" The ref held Punk's hand up and he smiled brightly. I jumped and clapped. Hey, Punk was a good friend of mine and I loved it when he won!
The show cut to commercial and a little while later Punk walked in with a bottle of water in hand and a towel around his neck. I gave him a smile and a word of congratulations.
He smiled, "Well, X, you better get ready, show will be coming back on in a few minutes and you need to be ready." He gave me a wink, "See you after you get the crap beat out of you."
I rolled my eyes, "Oh, gee, thanks. That makes me feel loads better." We just shared a laugh. After a little more chat time a guy from the crew came in, "Lady X, you're on in three."
I nodded and followed him, but not before giving Punk another little smile, "See yah in a few." He waved and turned to the TV to watch for his cue.
We've been
seeing what you want,
You've got us cornered right now
Falling
asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives
I hear them
getting closer
Their howls are sending chills down my spine
Time
is running out now,
They're coming down the hills from behind
When
we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the night
that we've created
I wanna be awakened somehow
(I wanna be
awakened right now)
When we start killing
It all will be
falling down
From the hell that we're in
All we are is fading
away
When we start killing
Here
I came out from behind the curtain. I jumped around a couple times to
the music and did my sign. Making the rock symbol with my hand and
crossing my arms in an X. With that I went down the ramp, slapping
hand with fans and acknowledging those with signs for me. I almost
laughed at. I couldn't help it! I thought it was funny! It had read
'Lady X=Sexy AND Bad Ass'. When I got into the ring I jumped into a
corner on the ropes and did my sign again before jumping down and
grabbing my mic. The ring was decorated with a rug with a big X
stretching from the corners in. There were two chairs and a table in
between them with a second mic on it.
Layla's intro music played and she came out with that weird strut of hers. When she got to the stage and took her mic we started talking like normal civilized people. Haha...
I smiled, "Hey Layla, tonight you're on The X-tra to talk about you being the number one contender for the Women's Championship."
Layla smiled, "Glad you noticed X. Now if I do remember you and I were top contenders until I beat you three weeks ago."
I got an 'oh no you didn't just say that' look and smiled, "Well,you may have beaten me then, but I'm pretty sure I beat you last week. Anyway, we're getting of subject."
Layla was glaring at me, but nodded, "Yes we are."
I smiled, "So, next week you've a title shot with Mickie James, how do you plan to prepare for the match?"
Layla smiled arrogantly, "Well, I really ain't gotta prepare much, Mickie ain't nothin' to me. I could beat her in my sleep. She ain't worth holding that belt. I on the other hand, am."
I laughed, "Look, Layla, not to be mean or anything, but I highly doubt you can take out James. I mean c'mon, she took down Phoenix, you're nothing compared to that Bohemian of a woman."
Layla glared at me, "Look X, Beth happens to be a friend of mine! And I ain't goin' just stand here while you insult her!"
I smiled, this was our cue. With a grin I replied, "Oh, what are you going to do about it? Because no matter what you do you know that you ain't ever going to get the upperhand with me. Why? Because I'm more bad ass then you could ever imagine!"
Here Layla hit me over the head with a mic kinda hard, I was knocked down and she jumped on me. We threw some punches when Beth, Orton, and Melina came running in to help out their friend. Ambush time! Orton yanked me up, yelling in my ear that I wasn't shit or something and I won by luck the week before. He held my arms tight behind my back and let the girls go at it.
Suddenly Punk slid into the ring behind Orton and kicked him in the back of the head. He pulled the girls off of me and away from Orton's grasp. I stumbled out of the ring. Sure My arms hurt from where Orton had me and I had gotten a couple bruises, I hadn't been all that beat up. A lot of it had been fake because had it been real I wouldn't have been able to do the scene back stage.
When we left the ring I stumbled constantly until Punk just hoisted me up as we had rehearsed. I let myself appear limp in his arms as he jogged up the ramp. In the ring I could just see Orton and Layla seething and totally pissed off. Perfect. Punk carried me backstage until he found some chairs. Some guy with a camera was following us shooting the scene from around the corner. It was supposed to seem like we weren't intentionally on camera and we thought no one was watching.
Punk sat me down in a chair and steadied me. I blinked a lot and shook my head as if to clear it. I was actually a little light headed from when Layla hit me over the head with the mic, but it wasn't bad.
Punk knelt on one knee in front of me and looked at my face with concern, "X, are you alright? I mean damn, they were just hammering away. I was in watching. I wasn't worried until Beth, Melina and Orton got out there. Then I just had to stop it."
I looked at him with a smile, "Thanks Punk, but I'm fine. Just need some Tylenol and some rest. I'll be right as rain."
He bit his lip, "Are you positive?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I'll be fine." I put a hand on his cheek, "Hey, don't worry about me."
Punk smiled and looked relieved, "So, we still on for tomorrow night?"
I smiled brightly, "Definitely." He stood up and gave me a helping hand up onto my feet. With that he put his hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a quick, well rehearsed kiss before walking off down the hall. The camera was sure to zoom in on my 'school girl with a crush' facial expression as Punk walked away. With that I headed in the direction of the medics to get some Tylenol. Seriously, my head was pounding. Yet for some reason my lips still tingled from when Punk and I kissed. It wasn't all bad, I just never thought I would have to kiss my friend.
-After the show-
I was in the locker room, fully doped on a few pain killers and just barely feeling the light pulsation going on where ever I had gotten a real hit. There were a few across my stomach, a few on my arms, a small bump growing on my head, but few on my legs. I thanked God for my knee brace, ankle wraps, and just the fact that the material on my pants were thick. They helped a lot when blocking blows to my legs.
I was changing when Kelly and Mickie James came in looking all happy, "OMG! I can't believe it! You and Punk! I mean even as a storyline!"
Kelly laughed, "I think they make a cute couple."
Mickie nodded, "I must agree, both are all into that hardcore stuff."
I through a plastic bottle at Mickie and it bounced off her head, "Will you two shut it. Its just a storyline."
Kelly wiggled her eyebrows, "Yeah, but still, that means you guys have kissing scenes and all that."
I rolled my eyes, "You two can be to immature!" This just made the three of us laugh. I was one to talk! They knew how I talked to my pets. Two words. Baby, talk. The three of us finished getting ready to head to the hotel, laughing and joking about new stuff. Kelly kept talking about Cena. I practically gagged. They had started out as a storyline a few weeks ago and ended up actually having chemistry. I was always afraid Cena would break Kelly! I mean God! He was like huge and she was so little! Really it scared me! When we exited the locker room at first we didn't notice the figure leaning a few feet from the door because we went the other way. But when we were half way down the hall arms grabbed me around the waist, causing my to squeal for a second and making Mickie and Kelly snap their heads around.
I was being help off the ground by a hooded figure, but you see, the hood didn't go over his face, just up and over his head We could all see his face.
I growled, "Punk put me down!" He smirked and looked at Kell and Mickie, "I'm stealing her for a minute."
They giggled and nodded before walking off.
I gasped, "Oh some friends you are! Leaving me to be abducted! He could be a killer!"
Punk laughed and set me down, "Because I'm totally able to kill my friend." He tossed an arm around my shoulders, "So, I'm stealing you because I was curious. Our next show is in Phillie, right?" I just nodded so he could continue, "Well Phillie is just a hop, skip and a jump away from here."
I sighed, "Phil, exactly where are you going with this?"
He laughed, "Look, if you don't want to deal with the plane back to Arizona to have another one just as long or longer back out here in only a few days I've got room for a spare at my place in Lockport."
I thought a moment and smiled at the gesture, "Thanks Phil, I'll give Mia a call and see if she's cool with it." Most of my friends knew about my 'through thick and thin, till the end, always tell it to you straight, best friend forever'. I pulled out my cell and called Mia. She picked up after a couple rings.
"Hey Mia, one of my wrestling buds has a place not far from Chicago and offered to put me up until we had to be in Phillie for our next show. You mind keeping watch over Sammy while I'm gone."
"X, you know one of these days I'm going to say no. And you'll have to come home. But until then, fine, stay with your friend."
"Thanks Mia, I mean if you had my schedule you'd totally understand what the constant flying does to you."
"Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses. But before you go, who is it you're bunking with?"
"Oh just one of my girlfriends, Barbara Jean. She's Kelly Kelly."
"Oh, alright then. See yah whenever you finally decide to come home."
"Alright, Love you Me-me."
"Love you too Geek Burger."
"Hey! You haven't called me that in ages!!"
We shared a laughed and hung up. I turned to Punk with a happy smile, "Mia's cool with it."
Punk looked lost, "Ok, two questions. Who's Sammy and what did Mia call you that she hadn't called you in ages?"
I laughed as we headed to the parking lot, "Sammy's my cat, he's my baby boy. And she called me a Geek Burger."
Punk laughed, "A what!?"
I smiled, "Geek Burger, it was on a really old episode of Full House. Kimmy called DJ a geek burger. We had been in high school and were having a sleep over when we watched the episode. Ever since we've been calling each other Geek Burger."
He smiled, "Cute, so, Lockport is a few hours drive from here. So, if we check out of the hotel around noon we can be at my place some time before three." I nodded. Sounded good to me. I quickly sent a text to Mickie and Kelly telling them I'd just see them at the hotel or some time the next day.
I got a simple 'OK' from Mickie, but Kelly just had to go all out and say 'I hope you and Punk don't have too much fun. You know what they say, when the van goes a-rocking don't come a-knocking'. Oh...she was so going to get it the next time I saw her! It was a damn storyline for Christs sake!
Punk and I finally made it to the lot and piled in his car after tossing our bags in the trunk. We headed down the road buts that the last I remembered. Next thing I new Punk was shaking me awake. Apparently as soon as we headed out I had fallen asleep. Well no shocker there, I was tired.
He smirked and gave me another nudged, "Hey, you awake?"
I yawned and nodded feebly. A twenty minute ride and I was just out. We grabbed our thing from the back and headed into the hotel. Passing the lobby and heading to the elevator the doors almost shut when a hand stopped them. No...no...Oh God why do you torment me so? In walked Ted DiBiase . I scooted over to stand a little closer to Punk and to keep a distance between Ted and myself. I seriously hated him. It didn't take him long though to realize who he was with in the elevator.
Ted snorted, "Jeez Xaltria, didn't think you were really into guys like him."
Punk was about to say something when I interjected, "For you information Ted, I much rather prefer guys like Phil. Because unlike you, they have class. You, you just have that pile of shit you call a life."
Ted turned a glare on me, "Really? But you know, thing is, is that I hear y'all were just a storyline."
Again, Punk wanted to say something, but I stepped in, "Wrong, we aren't just a storyline. We only asked Vince to do that so neither of us would end up in storylines we didn't like. This keeps us together and keeps people like you out." With that I took Punk's hand in mine.
Ted glared at me, then at Punk who was glaring right back at him, "Watch your back Punk, I'm a man who knows what I want. And what I want is your cute little girlfriend."
Punk laughed, "Don't get your hope up, DiBiase. Even if X and I weren't together, she wouldn't go with you. Would you X?"
I smirked at Ted, then smiled up at Punk, "Definitely not." With that I gave Punk a signal we had worked on. All Sunday we had made code like signals for different things. If I put my hair behind my ear that meant to put an arm around me. If I blink twice quickly that meant kiss me. Just a quick, chaste kiss. If he scratched his nose that meant for me to rest my head against his shoulder. I know, kinda funny signal. If he ran his hand through his hair that meant...well we were still thinking on one for that. But we did have this one, that we would barely ever use, if I pulled my hair over my left shoulder that meant for us to kiss, and I mean a real, serious kiss.
The sign I had given was the double blink. Punk smirked and we kissed for just a moment. I didn't know what it was, but I really didn't mind the kissing.
Ted snorted, "Low life."
I glared at Ted, "Ass."
He glared back, "Bitch."
"Bastard."
"Go to hell."
"Rot in a gutter."
"I hope your boyfriend gets shot."
"Look, just because you have a gay crush on Punk doesn't mean I'm willing to give him up."
Ted snarled, "You little skank."
Punk glared at Ted, "Hey, watch it you--" The elevator binged and we were at our stop. As we left the elevator I stuck my tongue out at Ted before walking down that hall.
I suddenly laughed, "That was fun!"
Punk grumbled, "I don't like him...He claims to want you, yet calls you a bitch and a skank."
I smiled and gave his hand a squeeze, "Just because he finally sees I don't want him. See you tomorrow Phil." He nodded and we went our ways.
I flopped down on my bed after setting my alarm for nine in the morning and changing into some jammies. My head hit the pillow and I was seriously out.
For some reason that night I had a really weird dream. I dreamed I was just sleeping in bed, but when I turned over onto my other side and opened my eyes waking up there was someone in bed with me. In my dream I was all cool about it, yet my subconscious was screaming 'WHAT THE HELL!?'. The dream me reached up an arm and tapped the guy on his forehead until he woke up and looked over at me. HOLY FUCKING HELL! I was in bed with Punk! Oh....damn...What was worse I couldn't tell. The fact I was sleeping with Punk, or that the dream me liked it.
When I woke up the next morning I was all confused. Was this like a sign? Or just the backlash of the days events at RAW and the elevator. I mean I'd heard of people who dream things like that because they were having flirtatious moments with the people, but still! Ours was all an act! I felt nothing for Punk other then that he was a good friend of mine. That was it.
