First of all: YES CM PUNK IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER! Secondly, thank you all for not cussing me out for not updating. This story will only have twenty eight chapters, but it may take me some time to get my rear in gear and finish typing the pages.
Enjoy everyone!
Chapter Fourteen
With the WWE in town, there were so many things for the superstars to do. Punk, along with Heyman, spent so much time doing radio interviews and meet-and-greets at Axxess.
"Explain to me why you didn't have any appearances this week," Punk grumbled Saturday night.
"But I did. Vince had me do one thing."
Punk sat up on his elbows and looked towards the glass door. "What did you do?"
"Be a star."
"When?"
"Yesterday morning."
Kyra watched as Punk dropped back onto the bed. She closed the door and straddled his hips. Punk made the decision to just wait and see what she would do. Smirking, Kyra slowly removed her shirt,
"Open your eyes," she whispered.
Obeying the woman, Punk opened his eyes. His hands moved from the bed to her sides and over her ribs.
"So, why are you sitting on me without your shirt?"
"I figured that since I just use you for your chest, you can look at me," she smiled. "You can touch; I won't break that easily."
Slowly, Punk lightly trailed a finger on each hand down her sides; causing a shiver to run down Kyra's spine and gooseflesh to rise on the skin. He smiled as he repeated the movement. Kyra laughed quietly, but then got louder when Punk started to tickle her.
"Stop! Please!" she laughed.
Punk rolled the pair so Kyra was under him. "You really want me to stop?"
"Yes!"
"Okay." Punk stopped tickling her and waited as she caught her breath. He leaned down and gently grazed her lips.
"You can get off me now," she smiled after the kiss ended.
The pair quickly fell asleep after Punk had lain beside Kyra, now with his shirt on. In the morning, Kyra woke early and started her workout. When Punk joined her, the pair traveled to the arena to meet Heyman and Rock.
"Pretty straight forward match, right?" Kyra asked Punk when they got to ringside before the show.
"Yep. I keep trying to have Rock counted out."
"Sucks that Rock wins again."
"I know. Maybe you should cut a promo on Monday."
"Maybe, but I'll talk to Vince first."
"Doors are about to open, so make this quick please," Michael Hayes called out.
Punk slid into the ring and made his match with Rock. Heyman and Kyra walked around the ring, memorizing the two wrestlers movements. The two in the ring finished, slid out of the ring, and everyone ran up the ramp and into the back five minutes before the audience was let in.
When the main event match arrived, Kyra was wishing that the show was over. She hated that Punk was going to lose, but she wasn't going to change the outcome.
"Come on, ref! Count faster!" she yelled while Rock was slowly getting up from the floor.
"5…6…7."
Kyra had to resist the urge to attack The Rock. When she took a step closer to him, Heyman wrapped an arm around her waist.
Rock slid into the ring at the nine count. The two went back to trying to out do the other.
"Let's go, end this already, Punk!" Kyra called out.
But Rock took control and pinned Punk, retaining his title.
'Damn it!' Kyra yelled in her head. She helped Punk into the back and over to the trainers.
"I'll be all right," Punk protested.
"You know the rules," Heyman argued.
"How's your body?" a trainer asked.
"Sore, but nothing unusual."
"You'll be fine then."
"Thanks."
Punk, Heyman, and Kyra went to the locker room only to grab their bags and leave the arena.