Look I know this story may be confusing since am not going to like write it on how WWE works...so since it's finction I am like going to make up my own damn things, and like still same wrestlers, but those who are in TNA now and were in WWE are in this story still signed with WWE ;]. I do not own anyone in this story I wished I did TEEHEE and I don't know them wished I did too x) but yeah it's fiction something that came to my mind and had to write it, Rated M for sure... and please review my work sometimes I get the feeling no one reads them so I just end up posting chapters like once in like 3 months if I don't get much feed back like it happened with my other story :[ anyway hope you like it, I own the plot tho :O it may be confusing at first but you'll get the hand of it.

He walked inside the arena like he haven't been missing from there for about two months, he could feel several of the rooster looking at him in a weird way, after all nobody knew what have happened to him , he just literally vanished after "Hell in a cell", so there he was walking towards the COO office so he could get his contract back in line, he kept on walking ignoring everyone and those who tried to stop him and ask him where he was, he finally reached the COO's office, without even bothering to knock he opened the door and made his way in with a huge grin on his face while looking at the COO Triple H.

"Didn't your mother teach you how to knock Punk?" Triple H frowned at him and stood up.

"She did, but you know I can't be bothered right now I just want to get this over with, sign the contract and hopefully have a match" He walked towards the desk and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Take a seat" Triple H said annoyed at the fact that Punk just walked into his office rudely and now he just did whatever he wanted.

"Listen Punk, First of all...if someone asks you what happened to you do not I mean DO NOT tell them you had like a little break from this because am not going to do it again, second if someone asks tell them you had an injury at hell in the cell and wanted some time to recover, after all Taker really beat you up that time" Triple H placed his hands on the table, joining his fingers together not taking his eye's off punk.

"Just cut the crap Hunter, let's just sign the contract and get this over with, I know what to tell the others who bother to ask me and oh...make sure you change the storyline cause I had enough of getting my ass beaten up every damn pay-per-view and mostly ever Monday night raw now, I want to go back in the undefeated super star and being the wwe champion haven't you noticed Del rio is making the title boring he doesn't know anything abo-"

"Listen Punk, don't start the shit alright? I don't care what you think about Del rio being the champion for now the storyline's aren't going to change, I already have something for you Punk we'll talk about it after you sign the contract" Triple H cut him off and gave him the contract to sign it, Punk scanned the contract before signing and he was satisfied what else could he possibly ask for new shirt, new song, ice cream bars are back , he took the pen and signed the contract he pushed it back to the COO and looked at him while he leaned down on the chair and crossed his arms together.

"So, what do you have in mind for me?"

"I am thinking of giving you a title shot for the "Intercontinental championship what do you think?"

"Seriously? That crappy title?... Listen I thought I made it clear I want the wwe championship title not Intercont whatever" Punk straightened up in his seat and looked at Triple H

"Punk weather you like it or not Del rio is going to remain champion for now, do you want the Intercontinental championship or not?"

"No, who ever has it can keep it to himself I'll wait until I get what I want and I will get my title shot weather you like it or not Hunter" He pointed at Triple H and narrowed his eyes while saying the last part, he didn't give the other men to say anything he stormed out the room pissed off at him. –sometimes I cannot get him, he calls me to come back as soon as I am done from so called holiday and he wants to give me a cheap title opportunity fuck no that's not gonna happen I will change things round here wait and see...I just need an opportunity to get my ass out there in the Arena and ask Del rio myself for a title match- He thought to himself as he stormed into the locker room.

He got into the locker and everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw Cm punk in the doorway, he didn't care less he walked inside and sat on a bench waiting maybe someone would come and tell him he's got a match tonight.

Someone tapped him on his right shoulder and he turned round to see who it was.

"Hey man, long time no see what happened to you?"

"Yo, John...ugh...I got really injured in Hell in the cell and I needed a good recovery" He looked at John and smiled, apparently these two were like best friends now sort of best friends. John sat next to him and looked around before looking back at Punk.

"Just to let you know man...things have changed around here and you are not going to like it"

"What do you mean things have changed?" Punk moved his arms on his knees and leaned on them.

"Well I wish I had the time to tell you Punk, but I have a match coming up and I need to go and prepare myself see you round" John tapped Punk on his shoulder and in matter of seconds he was out the lockers preparing for his upcoming match against the "viper" Randy Orton.

Punk got out the locker and started walking were mostly the other guys are, watching the matches and doing their own commentary which it's more interesting then Michael Cole.

He sat next to Morrison and started watching Cena vs. Orton, it was a great match, if he didn't know everything was scripted he would have thought that Cena and Orton are in some kind of feud and would literally kill each other back stage ever time they came across each other.

"There you are Punk you better go get ready cause you have a match coming up right after...This one" One of the crew told Punk, he looked at them and rolled his eyes for some reason he always had to find out he had a match late.

"Against who?"

"Uhm...they didn't tell me wait...it's weird...I'll try and find out who against with Punk I'll make sure before you have the match I'll tell you against who but you better go get ready cause I don't think Cena is going to hold on more of the viper's venom" and by that the crew men was off and disappeared in the hallways.

Punk stood up and walked to the locker room, while walking he saw a figure of someone he had seen before, which he didn't like wait is that who I think it is?...it can't be...I thought I was done with him once and for all what is he doing here. He shrugged and shook his head making that thought go away. He walked into the locker room and changed into his wrestling gear still have no idea who he is going to face in his match.

It was time for his match, he was frustrated that the crew member didn't tell him who he is going to face. He made his way behind the curtain and waited for his music to go on so he could make his way to the ring like he never disappeared. His song finally came up and he was walking down the ramp , people were chanting and screaming his name, he missed it all he was so glad that he was back to WWE, never missed anything this much in his entire life. As soon as he got in the ring he turned a 360 degrees turn and looked at the crowd with a huge smile on his face, he took his shirt off and threw it on the fans, from up there he could here the announcer Michael Cole saying something about nobody knows who Punk's opponent is, the more Punk hated his stupid worse commentary the more he seemed to hear it from up there like he was right next to him.

Punk waited in the ring for his opponent to come out, he was getting really nervous, there was silence in the Arena, nothing it seemed like it was dead until...

The song "no more words" came on with Jeff hardy's titantron. Punk couldn't believe his eyes and ears, maybe this was all a joke...Jeff Hardy back in WWE he thought he was done with Jeff a long time ago but I guess Jeff kept his word when he said "This is not Good-bye forever", There he was Jeff hardy making his way to the ring doing his little dance before his ran down to the ring, Punk just stood staring at Jeff, He cannot believe this the Charismatic Enigma was back, What the fuck is happening? What the fuck is Jeff doing here and most of all he is the current Intercontinental Champion. He still looks ridiculous though with that face paint and his rain bowed coloured stupid hair. When Jeff got in the ring he looked at Punk and pointed at him mouthing the words.

"You are going to pay Punk."

Punk smiled at that gesture and cracked his neck waiting for the bell to ring so he could show Jeff that no matter how many times he tries to come back and make Punk pay for what he did, nothing would break Punk, the feud between Jeff and Punk was more personal then business. The bell finally rang and the match went on.

Punk could feel Jeff got stronger but being that quick he managed to escape a couple of submissive moves.

The match continued Punk kept having back his memories with Jeff and everything, he thought he was done with him for good but apparently when life is going fine, something has to interfere and fuck him up.

The match went on and Punk lost against Jeff, Jeff made his way out the ring laughing at Punk, Punk could sense hatred in Jeff and he knew he will soon get his revenge on him, but not in the ring since it was more personal things are going to be handled outside the ring and outside the arena.

Punk made his way backstage quickly he walked in the locker room, looking around to see if Jeff was there, when he saw that the charismatic enigma wasn't there he quickly went in and had a quick shower, changed into his street clothes and grabbed his stuff and made his way out the arena quickly back to the hotel, wanting nothing to rest and try to figure out what could Jeff be doing back in WWE after all what Punk made him go through but thinking about that isn't going to solve he already made his choice to go and talk to Triple H and check what the fuck was going on.

Cena was right...Things have changed in the WWE from worse to rock bottom, First Rio now Jeff...and maybe Matt too and that's what he needed the hardy brothers running around his feet. But questions will be answered on Friday super – show.

Punk made his way into the hotel and up to his room, feeling a bit sore after the match; all he wanted to do is rest , he finally got into his room and closed the door shut and sighed leaning against it looking down at his feet.

"It has been one hell of a night" He said to himself.

"I know right, I was glad to see you Philly"

He quickly looked up to see someone in his room it was too dark to figure out who it was but by the voice, he recognised who it was...

"How the fuck did you get in here?" he shouted.

The men walked towards him slowly, invading Punks personal space...well he already was in his space before.

"What's wrong Philly seems like you are not happy to see me"

"I am not Jeff now get the fuck out of my room right now, I am not in the mood for this crap, and I don't think I will ever be" He tried to push Jeff away from him he could feel Jeff's breathe hitting against his skin which made him feel more uncomfortable, it brought him back more memories which he really didn't like to think about.

"Awh Phil, I'm hurt I am so happy to see you, you still look yummy" Jeff licked his lips and moved his face closer to Punk's, Punk leaned down and got out the way of Jeff, quickly turning the lights on.

"Jeff, I don't want to deal with this shit right now, so get the fuck out or I'll make you get out!"

Jeff stood there looking at him and he chuckled a bit "fine, I'll go...but keep this in your mind Phil. Am not done with you, I don't care how many time we get in the ring and beat the shit out of eachother am still not satisfied you do know I'll get what I want at the end." And by that he opened the door and made his way out of Punk's room smiling.

Punk sat down on his bed and ran his hands up his face and his hair, he sighed and shut his eyes together –what the fuck did he mean by getting what he wanted...Everything between me and him died atleast from my side it did- Punk stood up and he took off his clothes and put on a pair of shorts and got in bed. Still thinking about what Jeff meant by Getting what he wanted at the end... what could he possibly want Punk has no title he just got back from a "long holiday" He laid there for a couple of minutes thinking untill he felt his eyes getting heavy, he looked at the clock that was next to him on a table and it read 2 o'clock in the morning, he needed to get some rest, he had to catch an early flight tomorrow morning.

He finally dozed off to sleep, his dreams were all filled with Jeff hardy... he couldn't take him off his mind nothing could.

**End of chapter 1**