It's 7pm on Tuesday February 18th in Chicago, Illinois, and at the United Center tonight, WWE is filming it's weekly episodic show Smackdown. The show is only minutes away from starting when a man in his mid 20s descends the stairs to take his seat near ringside with a beaming smile on his face. To most people here, this tall, handsome 25 year old covered in tattoos and we'll dressed may look out of place, too cool for a wrestling show, but for Kellin himself, there is scarcely a better place in the world. Aside from pop punk, pro wrestling is his passion, and he's a self certified geek of the sport. Tonight, he's dressed in a pair of relaxed jeans and a tshirt that reads "Cm Punk - Chicago Made!" As he takes his seat, putting his popcorn on the floor beside him, he cups his hands around his mouth. Despite nothing yet happening in the ring, the guitarist bellows "BEST ON THE WORLD!" At the top of his lungs, much to the annoyance of the woman in front of him. He apologises half heartedly and lifts his popcorn as he excitedly looks around the arena, looking like a kid at Christmas as he waits for the show to begin. He didn't even care that he had had to come alone. All his friends hated wrestling and he knew that long ago.

Kellin is sat taking snaps on his phone as he tries to get a few mementos of the night. He had been at a few different live shows over the years, but because he had never been rich he had always been far from the ring. This was his first time ringside, a treat from his friend Dallas after their single release, and he was lapping it up. He sends Dallas a text with a picture of the ring on it even though he won't care before he sarcastically boos when Justin Roberts comes to the ring, waving when the ring announcer looks back at him. So entranced by the whole night is Kellin that he barely even noticed the girl returning to her seat near him, just half standing so she can squeeze past to get to her seat. He stands and turns around, asking the woman behind him to get a picture of him and the ring, posing with his thumbs up and a cheesy grin on his face. When she takes it, he sits back down and starts eating some of his popcorn, sporadically chanting for Cm Punk, his hometown hero, as he waits for the show to begin.

When Fandango's music hits, Kellin rolls his eyes and laughs a little. He wasn't one for gimmicky wrestlers so he wasn't into the dancing side of his entrance. As everyone else dances, he stands and smirks, watching as Fandango flaunts his way into the ring. He looks to the side and sees a girl on her own, probably in her 20s as well, who looked almost as out of place as Kellin. The fact she was dancing made Kellin laugh a little. She definitely looked way too cool to be in a place like this. He smiles and shakes his head just as Cesaros music hits. "Ohhh yeah!" Kellin yells out loud. "We, the people!" he grabs his phone again to take another pic as Cesaro makes his way to the ring. "Kick his fucking ass!" he yells, getting a little carried away. When he realises he cursed, he looks embarrassed and turns around to meet the gaze of a pissed off looking mother. "Sorry," he says, looking ashamed of himself briefly. "Swing him, Toni!" he turns and yells at the ring again.

As Kellin looks back towards the ring, the woman behind glares at him so he just shakes his head. The curse word had just been a heat of the moment thing. He hears the girl beside him yelling at the wrestlers though, and it makes him laugh a little. She was so petite and dainty, and here she was demanding blood at a wrestling bout. When he sees the determined and almost angry look on her face, Kellin smirks - it was cute to see someone so geeky about wrestling as himself. He decides to try to outdo her, to see how far she would go with her fandom for WWE. "WE WANT TABLES!" he yells at the top of his voice, before a few more people join in around him. He high fives one weird guy and then raises an eyebrow before he takes a handful of popcorn and starts to eat it.

Kellin chuckles when the girl near him starts to join with his chants. "SCREW THE CHAIRS...RING BELL RING BELL!" he laughs at how energetic this girl is about wrestling. It was strange to see a girl so invested in a sport more associated with geeks and kids. When she speaks to him, Kellin is a bit surprised, but being his very sociable self, he turns and smiles at her. "Yeah, I'm..." just then Triple H's music hits. "FUCK YOU HOOKNOSE!" Kellin yells, before turning back to Ansley. "Sorry, had to be done," he says with a shrug. "I'm a CM Punk geek," he corrects her. "How about you? Here for Cena?" Kellin jokes.

Kellin nods, looking impressed at her answer. "Good. Too many assholes here already without a Cena fan next to me," he smirks. "Beard - win. Viper......not so much," he smiles. He didn't mind Randy Orton, but it was always fun to have a little friendly debate around. "Yeah....all because of this asshole in the ring too." He shakes his head. "We WANT PUNK! WE WANT PUNK!" He looks around to see a security guy staring at him. "I hear they've been tossing dudes out for Punk chants," he tells Ansley.

"I could get along with you alright," Kellin smiles when she talks about disliking Cena before laughing when she says he looks tough. "You think I look tough? Nah I'm like just a total teddy bear," he says with a smile. Kellin definitely wasn't the type to fight, although he could definitely hold his own if he had to. When she holds out her hand, Kellin looks down at his own, realising it's still covered in popcorn crumbs. He wipes his hand on his jeans and shakes hers gently. "Kellin," he says. "And if you could ignore that I just wiped my hand on my pants that would be awesome." he chuckles. "So where did you get a cool name like that? Very unique." he smirks.

Kellin shrugs and laughs a little. "I like to think they named me after Kelen Capener. Buuut given that no one knows him, and he's 2 years younger than me, I doubt that a bit." He laughs again. Kellin was all about the goofy jokes and stuff. He always had the mantra that people take life too serious, and he never wanted to be all stuffy and boring. He smiles at her when she seems to check him out. "So...you here all alone?" he asks, not believing such a beautiful girl would have trouble getting someone to come with her.

"I know, right? My best buddy is gay, and I go with him to his gay clubs sometimes....do you think he would be seen dead at wrestling though? Nooooo." He laughs as he realises they were both the same in a way, the perceived 'uncool' one of their groups, forced to go out on their own. "We've got great friends huh? I know what you mean though. Sometimes it's better to go out alone. You meet cooler people that way." Smooooth he thinks as he gives himself an imaginary pat on the back. He laughs at her comment, smelling his own hand. "Damn cologne companies, huh? They told me it smelled like...manliness," he jokes with a goofy shrug. "Really? Was she making popcorn at the time?" He laughs at his own lame joke.

Kellin smiles at Ansley as he struggles to keep his attention on the action in the ring. She was fun and geeky, much like him, although she seemed a lot more nervy than Kellin, which he thought was very entering and cute. "I have arouuunnd..." he pretends to count. "Zero friends who like wrestling. Hence why I'm five minutes from home and here on my own." He laughs and winks. "Yeah I'm from here. Born and raised. Hence the Punk love." He laughs. "What about you? I'm guessing...west coast girl?" He laughs at her joke and nods. "Well it is a popular cologne. I went to the cinema once and everyone was wearing it." As she starts to ramble, Kellin watches on, fascinated. She was like a little ball of nervous energy the way she spoke quickly and without a break. It was the cutest ever. When she finishes, he laughs. "Not a fan of oxygen huh, Ansley?" he winks again. "Also excuse me fangirling...but..oh my god what wrestlers have you met? I'm genuinely jealous. I touched Dean Ambrose on the shoulder once but that was all."