Chapter 3: You Get Me High

Tristen sat backstage, thinking over her match. That confrontation with Punk had been one of her favorite moments.
"Hey, Newbie. What are you doing in my locker room?"
She looked up to see Randy Orton smiling at her.
"Oh, shit. Sorry I thought this was an unused locker room. I'll just go."
Randy cocked his head in confusion.
"Don't you have a locker room with the rest of the guys?"
Blushing, she looked down, muttering something that caused the Viper to smirk.
"Sorry, didn't catch that. What did you say?"
"I can't change in front of guys. It weirds me out."
Randy laughed heartily.
"You're a Superstar, though."
"Doesn't mean I like changing in front of men that ogle me every chance they get!", Tristen snapped. That shut Randy up.
"They what?"
"They're always staring at me. Every time I turn around, someone's checking out my ass or my chest."
Randy sat down next to her and put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, I didn't know. I thought you would jump at the chance, being a fan and all."
Tristen looked up at the older man with confused eyes.
"How'd you know I was a fan?"
"John practically flirted with you, and you enjoyed it."
Tristen blushed again.
"Well, when a good-looking man is complimenting me, I enjoy it."
"You're pretty."
Laughing, she slapped him.
"I said good-looking, Orton. Not you."
His face fell, and he touched his heart.
"You wound me, Tristen. Right here."
"Somehow I know you'll get over it, Viper."

CM Punk listened outside the door, boiling in anger. Damn them for flirting with the newbie. She was new! It wasn't right for them to be flirting with her on the first day.
His head still hurt from that GTS he had received. But he needed to talk to her. He jumped back, bolting just as Randy opened the door and started laughing.
"You run like a scared dog, Brooks!"
Tristen peeked out the door, then started giggling.
"Oh Punky! Eavesdropping isn't nice."
Punk barely heard her, but he turned back to look her in the eye.
"Hellaena, I'm sorry about what I said in the ring. If I hurt your feelings or whatever-"
"Punky, when you hurt my feelings, I'll let you know, got it? Second City or no, you're still a heel, and we don't have to get along onscreen."
Punk sighed in relief. He hadn't pushed her away.
"Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Brooks, I'd like to go grab a bite. I'll see ya around, Randall!"
"Newbie, don't call me Randall."
Tristen laughed and walked away.
"Call me Tristen then!", she shouted back.

Sheamus walked around the hallways aimlessly. He had a match tonight against a new Superstar, but he hadn't quite found him yet.
"Are you Sheamus?", a soft voice asked.
The Celtic Warrior turned to see a small girl looking up at him.
"Yeah, lass. Do you know who the new Superstar is? I'm supposed ta be facing him tonight. Someone named Tristen."
"Hi. I'm Tristen," the girl said with a grin. Sheamus' eyes grew wide.
"Yer the new Superstar? But yer a lass."
Tristen narrowed her eyes.
"Problem with that? I'm a girl, so you should have no problem beating me."
Sheamus stepped closer to the black and pink-haired teen.
"I don't have a problem beating you, sweetheart. I just don't want to hurt such a delicate girl."
"Trust me, Sheamus. I'm anything but delicate. In fact, be as rough as you want with me."
Tristen walked off, leaving the Celtic Warrior to think about her innuendo.

CM Punk sat at the commentary desk, waiting for the match to start.
"So Punk, what do you think of the new Superstar? She seems to be a handful, huh?"
"You know, I can't really speculate on her just yet. I barely know the girl."
"She shouldn't be a Superstar, King. Tristen is a girl, therefore she should be a Diva."
Punk looked over at Michael Cole with a glare.
"Cole, take your prejudice and shove it. Girls make great Superstars."
Times are looking grim these days
Holding onto everything
Its hard to draw the line
And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space
Tortured by my memories of what I've left behind

Shut the fuck up! Get up!
Shut the fuck up! Get up!
Shut the fuck up! Get up!

Tristen ran down the ramp and slid into the ring, throwing a fist in the air. Her eyes met Punk's, and she grinned.
"Hey Punk, what's up?"
He smiled back at her, and she leaned on the ropes as Sheamus' music began to play.
The Celtic Warrior climbed over the ropes and stood in the middle of the ring, staring at his opponent.
How fun this would be!