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After a few gruesome pushes the athlete began to feel sweat build up in the creases of his body. Independent wrestler Colt Cabana was standing over top of him spotting. Finally CM Punk finished his last rep and sat up on the weight bench. "Hand me my water." He said catching his breathe. His friend did as he was asked. "Thanks" he said taking a sip.
"So that Kylie chick that came to the gym while we were there, you know a few weeks ago.. I didn't know she could wrestle too? I just thought she was another piece of ass" Colt chuckled but wasn't finished. "That's all she really was for the first year and a half..." he continued laughing. CM Punk bit his lip. He felt his face get warmer and his heart speed up. "She doesn't want to be just another 'piece of ass'" he said, reusing what Colt had just said. "She's trying and she defiantly has something" Phil promised in such away it left Colt with more questions. "You like this girl, don't you?" Colt said with all jokes set aside.
Phil thought seriously.
Phil used his hand to forcibly act as if he was pushing something away. He stood up and reached for a towel. "I thought you knew me better than that" Phil suggested. "Yeah, and I know you good enough to you don't give any interest in the divas division... especially not when that diva has no wrestling ability and has so far just gotten lucky." He crossed his arms and smirked.
"She hasn't 'just got lucky' and I don't 'like this girl'. Its refreshing seeing a girl who's willing to work just as hard as the guys and if I can help – I will" he said sternly. Colt didn't have a response. He stared into the face of a worked up CM Punk and CM Punk stared back. Phil didn't mean to make such a heated debate out of nothing. "You know, I can be a nice guy.." he smirked throwing Colt the towel, lightening the mood. Colt laughed along and the topic was dropped.
But then again, was it? Why was Phil still deeply thinking about the so called "argument" between him and his best friend over him and his diva friend? Colt was just being his usual unfiltered self, saying what he wanted to say. Phil was used to it, but still. If Kylie was really his friend, he was in the right to defend her against allegations that weren't true. But he couldn't ignore what was really bothering him. Why did he feel the way he felt when Colt asked if he liked her? He felt stupid about the whole question in the first place. He felt a way he never has before. He didn't have time to "like" anyone and invest feelings into a girl.
It just wasn't possible, so he believed.
Kylie arrived to her small, one bedroom apartment in Tampa, Florida. Even after a year and a half she felt far from home. She was a small town girl who was gave up her life at home, to move miles away to be able to train for the job she never thought would happen.
Immediately she set the car keys on the table and set her bags on the floor. She plopped down on the couch and put up her legs. She looked at them. They were filled with ugly bruises in dark colors, but so was the rest of her body. With a few matches under her belt the training didn't get easier. No matter how many times they told her that her little body and pretty face shouldn't be enduring the kind of bumps she was taking, she didn't listen. She didn't want to just earn the respect from the fans, but she wanted to keep the respect from a certain WWE super star.
Just then she noticed her phone buzz on the table. She picked it up and read the text message. She smiled.
"Need a ride for the next show?" read the message from Phil. "Not this time." She replied. Standing on her own two feet, she booked her own hotel room and got her own rental car for the traveling she would be doing in a few days. "Aw. Proud of you kid!" Phil texted back in only a matter of time. Kylie giggled to herself.
For once, she was finally able to say she was proud of herself as well.
