Kirsty had been stationed at ringside with her video camera. With only fifteen minutes to go until the opening of Monday Night Raw, her nerves were really kicking in.

Not only was it her first night working for the WWE, it was the first time she'd ever seen a show this big live. She couldn't contain her excitement as the pyrotechnics hit. Her camera was focused on the ramp as Chris Jericho's theme rang out in the arena.

This was it.

Kirsty had no control over what was to be recorded and aired, all she had to do was find a decent shot and allow the team in the back to cut to her camera if they felt they needed to. The better her shots, the better airtime she received.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied her nerves hoping her camera wasn't shaking, she positioned herself crouched on the floor following every movement the new World Heavyweight Champion made.

'Who would have thought, the first day on the job and my first shots are of the man whose moves I used on my cousins when I was younger.' She laughed to herself silently at the irony.

It didn't take her long for the teen to settle into her new job. In fact before she realised what was happening, she was backstage, shutting off her camera at the end of the show. It was just gone eleven in the evening and Kirsty was sure a long hot bubble bath was calling her name back at her hotel.

It was during this thought she did something completely stupid (well stupid in her opinion anyway), She found herself quite literally bumping into none other than CM Punk.

She was sure she should have hit the floor. Well in all honest she would have if it hadn't have been for the arm supporting her from falling.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry." Kirsty blushed as she composed herself and made sure she was standing on her own two feet without the support from the ex champion. "I wasn't looking where I was going and I…"

Kirsty was stopped by the chuckle of the man in front of her.

"Don't worry about it." He grinned reassuringly. "I wasn't really looking where I was going either. Besides it's a good job it was me you bumped into. God knows what would have happened to your beautiful behind if I never caught you."

Bowing her head in embarrassment at the complement she'd received, Kirsty spoke to the floor. "Well I'm still sorry. I'm just so tired, and my ride has ditched me to hurry out to a club tonight…" she found herself rambling.

"Hey, hey, hey don't worry about it." Punk lifted the blonde's head up by placing his hand under her chin. "I'm Phil and I don't mind giving you a ride back to your hotel if you want."

"Oh I wouldn't want to intrude your privacy. Thank you anyway though." She smiled getting lost into his eyes. "I'm Kirsty by the way."

"Well Kirsty I offered. Let me just grab my back from my locker and I'll meet you here in a couple of minutes" He smiled pointing to a door on their left.

"Are you sure?" the teen asked timidly.

"I insist." The dark haired man replied. "Just give me a few." With that, Punk had run into his locker room to grab his bag.

Kirsty just smiled.