Previously...

Justin hopped in a nearby elevator and made his way to the 9th floor of the hotel. He looked down the hallways, looking for some sort of sign that would tell him which room belonged to CM Punk. Suddenly, he ran into a familiar face. "Punk! I was just looking for you."

Punk had a rather particular sour look on his face. He had, unfortunately, been caught by Tyson Kidd and Alex Riley jerking off in the gym shower to a picture of Sheamus. Even though he was a master with words, there was no real explaining or twisting something like that around. So, when he ran into Justin, he wasn't exactly in the best mood. "The hell do you want, Gabriel?"

The South African pulled the CD from his back pocket. "I've been sent to deliver this to you. I heard it's one of your favorite movies. Enjoy!" He placed the CD in Punk's hand and fled to the elevator before Punk could respond.

He raised his brow at Justin's sudden exit and entrance. He had no choice but to take it. He looked it over once, but, there was no title on it or anything. He scoffed as he took it back to his room. "This better not be some prank...I feel like kicking a few people in the skull right about now..."

Punk entered his hotel room, immediately searching for his laptop. After finding it in his suitcase, he took a seat on the large double bed in the far back of the hotel room before opening his laptop, and inserting his new gift into the CD slot. "What the fuck is this?!" Punk's eyes were wide, and his mouth was agape. "That little fucker."

As the action played out in front of him, Punk was enraged. However, his eyes were glued to his laptop monitor, completely unable to look away. Watching Sheamus have sex with another guy made the Chicago native's blood boil. It was there when Punk came to the realization that he would never get upset at someone being with someone else unless he had feelings for them. And Punk sure had feelings for one Celtic Warrior.

"Son of a bitch!"

Punk grabbed his laptop, and tossed it across the hotel room, watching the monitor fade to black, intricate parts coming undone. He then stood up, and began pacing around the room, allowing his jealousy to take over.

"How could he do this?! Just to piss me off! Ugh!" Punk was fuming. He didn't know what to say, what to do. What made things worse was that he, along with the rest of the roster had to all get going to the arena downtown to prepare for a houseshow. Punk contemplated whether it would be worth attending. Although houseshows were not as glamorous as televised shows, fans were always more rowdy and excited to see their favorite superstars and divas face off. Punk knew he couldn't let anyone down, despite his current issues. As he packed his gym bag with the necessary pieces of his wrestling gear, an idea popped into his brain. He knew exactly how to get back at Sheamus. But he would have to invest in a new laptop first.

***A Few Hours Later***

The houseshow had an incredible turnout; many top superstars and divas were featured in matches that fans would have to kill to be able to witness. CM Punk defeated Curtis Axel in what was by far the match of the night. After the show, all members of the male roster were changing, and getting ready to spend the night out on the town. Punk had other ideas, and was hoping someone would come join him.

After giving Sheamus and Justin Gabriel an eyeroll and scowl, the tattooed superstar scanned the rest of the large locker room, looking for the perfect candidate. He eventually set his sights on a man with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Punk definitely wasn't fond of this guy, but he had to admit; the guy was hot. After most of the guys started to exit the locker room, Punk approached this special guy.

"Axel! How my favorite Heyman guy doing?"

Curtis Axel stopped in his tracks. He and the Straightedge Savior weren't on the best of terms, especially after Paul Heyman betrayed Punk, and dropped him as a client. "Hey... Punk. What's up..?"

"Not much, man, not much. I know we haven't seen eye to eye, but I was wondering if you could help me with something tonight; since I know you're not the party kind of guy anyway."

Axel was speechless. Punk wanting to spend time with him? The same guy that made it his second profession to make him feel like shit? "What do you need help with?"

Punk smirked, loving the confused look on Axel's face. "I was thinking of making a little live video. I've been wanting to show the world who I really am."

"Oh yeah? And what is that, Punk? What the fuck are you trying to prove?" Axel asked.

"Well, that's something you'll find out when you stop by my hotel room tonight, Curt." Punk replied, gnawing on his lip ring. "Let's see, It's about 9pm right now, so stop by my room around 11:30. I want to start my broadcast at midnight. Don't be late."

"I guess I'll be there." Curtis replied, watching Punk exit the locker room with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

***A Few Hours later***

Punk was giddy with excitement while waiting for Curtis to arrive for the night. He knew his plan was foolproof, and he was going to have the last laugh with his issues with Sheamus. After setting up his newly purchased laptop, and pointing the built in webcam at the large double bed that filled the bedroom of his hotel room, Punk took to his phone to send several mass text messages, emails, and tweets to everyone on the roster, and anyone else that was interested in watching. He made sure Sheamus and Justin Gabriel were the first people he reached out to. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Punk quickly slipped out of his cargo shorts and slipped his wrestling trunks back on before answering the door.

"You're early. It's 11:20. I told you 11:30." Punk stated.

"Well, what can I say? You had me interested, Punk. I wanted to see what you had in mind." Axel replied, licking his lips.

"Well come on in, don't be shy." Punk smiled, opening the door wider, allowing the young superstar to enter his hotel room.

"So, what is this..broadcast thing you have planned tonight?" Axel asked, looking at the laptop present at the back in the bedroom.

"Well, Curtis, I know you're a man that loves to take advantage of the opportunities presented to him. I have an offer that I know you can't refuse." Punk answered, taking a seat on the nearby couch. "Sit down, loosen up a bit!"

Axel did as he was told and took a seat on the couch next to Punk. "What's the offer?"

"It's simple, Curtis. All you have to do is give me a good fucking tonight during my broadcast. No big deal, right?"

"Why am I not surprised?" Axel asked, rolling his eyes. "That would explain you still dressed in your trunks, and nothing else."

"Well, c'mon Axel, do you blame me? I need to make someone jealous, and I felt you were the perfect guy to do it. It's a win-win for you! You get to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before, and with this being live, and everyone in the world watching it, you'd be guaranteed a one way ticket to main event status. It's no secret some of the golden boys of the business have taken or gave some dick to make it to the to the top. Look at Cena. He's been the face of the WWE for years now. You know he's let the higher ups pound that fat ass of his from time to time. If you do the same, you will be destined to win major championships in no time." Punk placed his hand on Axel's thigh, slowly stroking his leg up and down. "What do you say?"

"You had me at 'fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before', I'm so in." Axel smiled, leaning in for a kiss. A kiss that Punk greatly accepted. In a matter of minutes, Curtis Axel was on top of Punk, straddling his waist, and shoving their tongues down each other's throats as if their lives depended on it. Punk's hands travelled quickly down to the rounded ass of the younger superstar, who was more than happy to allow it. "Maybe...you..can fuck...me...like...no other...too..." Axel muttered in between kisses.

"You didn't think I had that in mind? You're not the only one that loves to take advantage of opportunities." Punk smiled. He looked over at the clock hanging on a nearby wall. "11:57! It's almost time!" Punk pushed Axel off of him and ran to the bedroom. Curtis Axel quickly followed behind him, taking a seat on the bed, while Punk adjusted the laptop one last time before midnight hit.