Prologue
CM Punk needed a spark in his life. Something to make his emotions go wild, something to keep him at the edge of his seat, something to thrill him and excited him and piss him off and make him angry and make him happy and make him sad and make him feel feelings he never thought a strong put together man like him could feel. He needed a drive, something to push him. A roller coaster; with ups and downs. He needed something he couldn't figure out. Something that kept him guessing. Something to cause him to burst his bubble, break his walls. Something, at least. Everyone needs that. Or at least, people like him who keep their guards up and hide behind masks. It wasn't that he was fake; he was nowhere near that, it was that he never showed the deeper part of him. The part he buried deep inside. He showed no emotions what so ever. He walked along his life alone.
That was until a little firecracker named AJ Lee came into his life. And she, very much so, was the spark he needed. He had no clue how to handle her, their relationship was hot and cold. If you can even call it that. Whatever they were, it drove CM Punk insane. They were dysfunctional. He loved that. They went back and forth with each other. One minute they were kissing and hugging, the next they were yelling into each other's faces and throwing things around. He couldn't figure her out. He was addicted to her though. He couldn't get enough. The brunette was a mystery, she caught him off guard.
AJ Lee was CM Punk's Rubik's Cube. A weird analogy, but the similarity was unbelievable. CM Punk was like a kid who just wouldn't let it go. He spent all his time twisting and turning the colors in rows. He was intent on figuring her out. It brought him thrill. Even though it also brought pain, and lies, and heartbreak, and anger. It was a rush. He loved her; every bit of her was remarkable and captivating. He knew for sure he would not give her up. For her sake, for his sake. She was most certainly his Rubik's Cube.
And he knew he can figure her out.