A/N: Kylie, you may or may not still "hate" me after this…I don't know. And I bought a ROH DVD…you know what that means, Kylie. BLOND PUNK!

Kylie had told Beth about her previous night's encounters with Jeff, Jeff's girlfriend, and CM Punk.

"It just sucks ass because, well…My dark match is at SmackDown tonight, which means he's here…" Kylie said.

"Well, let's look on the bright side. You're wrestling Kelly Kelly and you're winning…and you're a heel. If you own this match, you're in. Don't worry about Punk. He's just a guy," Beth said.

"Yeah, he's just a fucking hot guy that I really like," Kylie sighed. "Well, I have to get ready for my match and meet up with what's her face…"

"Good luck," Beth said. "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," Kylie said, closing her phone and putting it back in her pocket.

"You're Kylie?" Kelly Kelly asked, arching an eyebrow at her opponent for the evening.

"Yeah, I'm Kylie. What of it?" Kylie retorted. Albeit never really knowing the ECW Diva, she never liked her onscreen persona and heard from reliable sources that she was not the brightest crayon in the box.

"Nothing, it's just…"

"It's just what?"

"You're prettier than Punk talked you up to be," Kelly Kelly revealed.

"Huh?" Kylie snapped, getting extremely confused.

"Yeah, he's been talking about you for like the past week straight. It's always Kylie this and Kylie that. He sounds like a dad talking about his daughter or something. It's really cute, actually. You two should go out. He seems really into you," Kelly Kelly smiled.

"Really?" Kylie asked, scrunching up her nose. What the hell? I thought he hated me, Kylie thought.

"Yeah, but anyways we should probably discuss the match quick," Kelly Kelly suggested.

"Yeah, let's do that."

Kylie had just pinned Kelly Kelly to win her first official WWE match, even though it was a dark match. She stood there taunting the blonde "wrestler" but then stopped when someone decided that it would be a good idea to interrupt.

The loud guitars sounded and the crowd went wild.

What the fuck, Kylie thought, an evil smile spreading across her face.

CM Punk got in the ring and smiled at Kylie. She had to put her heel face on and glare at the man in front of her. "What the hell are you doing out here?" she asked him.

"Starting our program. You're in," he said, and then bent down to help Kelly Kelly.

Kylie's mind was racing a mile a second.

She had earned her WWE contract and would be starting a program with the guy she liked.

Was it too good to be true?

Of course it was.

When Kylie was happy, she knew that it wouldn't last for very long. How did she make it last longer?

By doing drugs, of course.

She ended up bringing some with her that day. In reality, they were just left in her bag and she forgot about them, but she was glad she had them.

In need of doing the deed in privacy, she thought of a safe place to calm herself down. Divas locker room? Nope, too risky. Bathroom? Same idea. Catering? Obviously not.

It was then that she spotted a broom closet across the hall.

She looked both ways down the hallway to make sure that no one would spot her.

Hurried judgment was not always the best kind of judgment.

Slinking inside, she quickly, quietly, and swiftly shut the door behind her. She pulled down on the chain to turn on the light. Fumbling for a lock on the door, Kylie quickly learned that there wasn't one.

"Fuck," she whispered, but opened her bag anyway and took out her supplies.

Just as she was almost ready to inject the drugs in her arm, there was a knock at the door. She nearly dropped the syringe onto the ground but kept her grip on it.

"Kylie, I know you're in there. I saw you go in here," a familiar voice said from the other side of the door.

The voice belonged to CM Punk.

"Well, if you're not going to let me in…" he said, reaching for the door.

Kylie knew what he was doing. She tried as quickly as she could to put everything back into her bag, but the door handle turned and the door swung open.

"Kylie, put it down. We need to talk."

A/N: Kylie, do you still hate me? Don't die on me. Killa Kait died on my last night when I updated her story. I don't need two dead homies.