It was finally show time.

Friday night was my night.

Despite it being my original brand, it was the most exciting night of the week.

Everyone was out partying, and having fun with friends, and I got to add to the fun.

Unlike Mondays, no one had to wake up early to go to work or school.

Punk and I spent the last few moments before curtains up striding around the hallways.

Practically every one of them was full with WWE tech guys, and a camera or two.

I knew we were bound to run into Matt Striker or Josh Mathews eventually.

So when I saw Matt walking towards us, I resisted the initial instinct to turn tail and run away.

"Eli! You have a second?" he asked.

I sighed.

"Unfortunately."

"What can I do you for Matt?"

And at that, the camera was in my face and rolling live.

"Eli, everyone knows about the huge win you secured for Punk and yourself this past Sunday at Bragging Rights over Kaitlyn and Dolph. We heard some rumors that you sustained some pretty bad head injuries, is that true?"

I leaned down to speak directly into the microphone and looked up at Matt.

"No." I stated.

I hated talking to the press.

So I kept it short and sweet.

The silence that followed my answer was an awkward one.

"Can you tell us what the medic's said?" Matt prompted for me to elaborate.

I groaned.

"They thought I might have a concussion. That was pretty much it. But I don't. I'm fine."

"Are you at all concerned that Kaitlyn will try and interfere in your match tonight against AJ?" I smiled.

"While I'm out there, getting work done, and whooping AJ's ass. Kaitlyn can do anything she wants. I'm not concerned what-so-ever about her. I wasn't Sunday, and we all know how that one turned out..." I trailed off.

Matt shot me another question, a bit more personal.

"I know some of your fans out there must be wondering; what's with the new ink?"

I cocked a brow at him, prompting him to elaborate this time.

"I mean, what was the inspiration behind it. When did you get it. You know, that kind of stuff."

I took in a breath, and answered.

"Well Matt, I got it because I like it." I paused, gauging Matt's reaction.

More awkward silence.

"And I just got it today."

I smirked into the camera.

"Is that all? Because I got to start getting ready."

Matt shook his head and turned to interrogate yet another innocent soul.

And it was about time for me to suit up.

My match was first.

I left Punk moments later, but not without planting him with a huge, tongue filled kiss.

I met Kelly in the locker room after.

She sat in a black steal chair, dressed in a black glitter dress and black, stripper-like, boots.

Reminding me she wasn't schedule to fight tonight.

"I saw your interview with Matt." she started.

I laughed.

"How's your head?"

But my laughter turned to sighs.

"Kel. I'm fine. I had plenty of Jakie and Bec hounding me all week about it. And frankly, I'm more apt to get a concussion in bed with Punk than I am in the ring with Kaitlyn."

Kelly just shuttered in disgust as she imagined me and Punk rolling around in bed.

"That's disgusting."

She began, nodding her head.

"But I'm glad to know you're not hurt."

She paused.

"And since when do you like butterflies?"

I let out a bark of laughter.

"Since always. Some best friend you are!"

"Well I mean, you're such a tough guy on the outside. Butterflies are the last things I would think yo-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

Her tone when from lighthearted to complete and utter shock.

I finished lifting my shirt up over my head and looked down.

Then I saw it.

The innocent love bite Punk gave me this morning.

It turned out to be more bite then love.

And nowhere near innocent.

"Jeeze. That's just not right." I muttered to myself.

"Is that a hickey?" Kelly asked dumbly.

I smiled at her and nodded slowly, for her benefit.

"It looks more like a bruise! What the hell did he do? Have you for lunch?"

"Apparently so! I swear, it did not look that bad this morning."

As I poked and prodded at the purple blob, none other than Kaitlyn and AJ walk into the locker room.

Kaitlyn looked at me, then looked down to what my hands are toying with.

Then her face went from normal, to disgusted.

But she kept walking.

As she passed I faintly heard one of the two dweebettes mutter "Trashy".

It made me laugh.

"But Punk loves to do them. I can't seem to stop him when he's got his mind set on it." I said just a little too loud.

On purpose.

Kelly just gave me another disgusted look, and we continued getting dressed.

I pulled on my top, then my bottoms.

I sighed in defeat when it was just as I thought.

My shorts wouldn't cover the bite.

I laced my boots and left for the trainer, trying vainly to nonchalantly cover it.

"Eli, with your new tattoo, I doubt people will be looking at your stomach." Kelly reminded me as we made our way to the Gorilla after my short session with the trainer.

I'd even asked him if he knew a way to conceal the hickey.

But sadly, the only way is make up.

And that would come off real quick.

I guessed I'd be stuck with it for a bit.

But Kelly did have a point.

Since the new ink was already in the limelight for the night, the chances on them zooming in on my stomach were slim.

"Yeah, you're right." I decided once we'd finally made it to our destination.

"Ew! What is that?" Johnny asked pointing down at my stomach as he walked towards us.

I sighed.

"Shut up." Kelly yelled at him.

She also pulled him aside and delivered, what I hoped was, a few swift death threats if he said anything to anyone.

I smirked.

Looking around the Gorilla, my eyes settled on a disturbing sight.

My smirk quickly faded.

Kaitlyn, AJ, and Randy were all huddled in a corner talking quietly.

Then AJ's quick, upbeat music started, and her and Kaitlyn made their way out to the stage.

I turned to Kelly.

"You wanna be my wingman tonight?" she smiled.

"Hell yeah."

Then my music came on and the two of us set out for the ring.