CM Punk laid next to Beth Phoenix in her bed, completely spent. Smackdown would be starting in a few hours, so he would need to get ready to he'd to the arena soon, but right now, he was just going to lay there and catch his breath.

Punk and Beth had spent the past three hours going at it, practically non-stop. Normally, it'd just be one run and done, but recently, Punk had been feeling, for lack of a better word, bored.

He didn't know what it was, but he was getting really tired of just the same old, same old with Beth. Punk needed something different, something exciting. He looked over and saw Beth was asleep, so he got up, put his clothes on, and left the room.

Punk walked back to his room to grab his luggage and head to the arena. He put in his room key and walked in, plopping down on his bed. Punk chuckled, running his hands over his face. He could remember a time when walking out on people mad him feel bad, and really guilty. But now, it was just a habit to do so, and he didn't feel the least bit guilty. Punk made sure to always tell the girls he was fooling around with, and there were a lot of girls, that there was no commitment whatsoever. If they got all offended, that was their problem. His conscious was clear.

But God, was this getting boring. There was no excitement or passion in his life anymore. It was beginning to feel like a job. And switching lovers just wasn't going to cut it this time. Another girl would be exciting at first, but would get old quick. Hmm, maybe two lovers at once would do the trick. He'd never had a threesome before, that couldn't be boring.

Punk groaned and pushed the thought aside. The threesome wouldn't be boring, but the girls, yeah. He didn't no why he was thinking like this, he loved girls. But it really just seems like one cookie cutter lover after another. Punk needed something more than just another girl, he needed a whole new experience. Something different, something he'd never thought of doing before, something weird to stir up the excitement back in his life. But what?

Punk gathered his belongings, and walked to the hotel elevator, bumping into one of his pretty good friends, Randy Orton. "Hey man," Said Punk, pushing the lobby button on the elevator.

"Hey," Said Randy. "How are you?"

"Bored out of my mind," said Punk, tossing his head back.

Randy chuckled. "In general, or with life?"

"Life," said Punk.

"Beth not doing it anymore for ya?" Said Randy.

Punk scoffed. "Nothing's doing it for me anymore."

"Maybe it's time to finally settle down," said Randy.

Punk chuckled. "Settle down? Really? Yeah right. This is me we're talking about."

Randy laughed. "You'll settle down eventually."

"Somehow I doubt that," Said Punk, walking out of the elevator when it got to the lobby. "See you tonight."

"Later," said Randy, walking to the hotel gym.

Punk drove to the arena, still thinking about what could possibly give him any passion in his life. He's done it all, seen it all. Nothing was new and exciting anymore. It was all just like a re-run over and over and over. Bland and boring.

Punk walked into the arena and over to the catering table, grabbing a water bottle. He made his way to the training gym, and took out his headphones. Punk put on his workout playlist and started his exercise routine. At least when he was listening to music, no one would bug him, and he could just ignore the world for a little while. The bland, bland world.

When Punk was doing his jump squats, he couldn't help but catch something in the corner of his eye. He saw Jeff Hardy walk out of the gym showers in his ring gear, with his hair still soaking wet and green.

Jeff had to be gay, he HAD to be. There was no possible way he was straight. Punk has yet to know a single straight person who had rainbow hair, but everyone else seemed to believe he was straight.

Punk shook his head and looked away. Why was he even thinking about this? If Jeff wanted to hide who he really was, so be it. Which was ironic, cause wasn't he supposed to be the poster child for being yourself?

'Ah whatever,' thought Punk, continuing his workout. 'Not my problem. Now, back to excitement. I need something different. Think, what's different?'

As Jeff left the gym, Punk couldn't help but watch, and raise an eyebrow. 'Different...' He slowly grew a small smirk and took his headphones out of his ears, shoving them in his pocket. Punk walked out of the gym and saw Jeff leaning against a crate, checking his phone.

He had seen no indication of Jeff being in a relationship, at all. He'd never heard any rumors, never seen any pictures, nothing. So, as far as Punk was concerned, Jeff was fair game, and he was definitely different. There was no way you could hang around Jeff Hardy in any manner without having some excitement in your life.

'Wait, why am I checking out a guy? I'm not gay,' thought Punk, but then shrugged. 'Ah, who gives a fuck about sexuality these days anyways? Besides, if women are starting to bore me, what better answer to the problem than men!'

Punk sauntered up to Jeff with a smirk. It's been a little while since he really flirted with someone. This would be fun. "Hey, Jeff."

Jeff looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Um, hi?" He had no idea why Punk was talking to him. They'd never really spoken to each other before, and they weren't working together on the show tonight.

"You look pretty good tonight," Said Punk softly, running his hand down Jeff's side, smirking when he felt a shiver.

Jeff shivered at Punk's touch and jumped away. "Um... thanks, but, see, I'm not-"

"Gay?" Said Punk, moving closer to Jeff again. "Yes you are."

"No, I'm not," Said Jeff, continuing to back away.

"Oh, so the shiver was just because you were cold, then?" Said Punk, smirking and leaning on the edge of the crate.

"It's a natural reaction," said Jeff, glaring at Punk.

"Well, yeah, if I were a girl," said Punk. "But since I'm a guy, that would mean you're-"

"NOT gay," said Jeff. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Look, it's probably not my business, but aren't you Mr. Poster boy for be who you are?" Said Punk.

Jeff looked around and groaned. "Fine. Now would you shut up about it, the last thing I need is for someone to hear."

He turned to walk away but Punk grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "Why?"

Jeff turned back to him and sighed, yanking his wrist free. "The damn media. Those stupid dirt sheets, every reporter and gossiper on this planet."

Punk rolled his eyes. "And? Who cares? Who you sleep with is your business."

"Well, they don't seem to think so," said Jeff, going to walk away again.

Punk once again stopped him by grabbing his wrist, but this time pulled Jeff against him, feeling Jeff's breath hitch. "Fine. Whatever, you don't have to tell anyone but since, I know, and you know I know..."

Jeff tried pulling away, but Punk kept a firm grip. "I was thinking we could go somewhere after the show."

"Look, I can't," said Jeff. "I have a-"

"Hey!" Yelled a man, walking up to them.

Jeff sighed. "Boyfriend."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Said the man, just an inch shorter than Punk but with the same build. He had short, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Will, we're not doing anything," said Jeff softly, breaking away from Punk. "He was just-"

"Just nothing!" Said Will, grabbing Jeff's wrist and pulling him close roughly, glaring at Punk. "Now come on."

As they walked away, Punk shook his head with a smirk. Normally, if he found out about a boyfriend, he would stop and back off immediately, especially if it was a nice guy. But Punk knew a douche bag when he saw one, and this guy, was most certainly, a douche bag. This presented a challenge, and Punk loved challenges. And boy, was this gonna put some serious excitement in his life.

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