So, this fic had already been written and typed after this week's Monday Night RAW, but I was sick and I couldn't upload it, so...x_x I just hope my Musi can forgive me. They've been working really hard lately.

Disclaimer: I only own my i-pod touch and the computer this was made on. Other than that, my Musi run my mind.

ChrisMusi-Your mind?

Me- _ Ehm...Chris's mind.

ChrisMusi- That's more like it! :D

PunkMusi- *Ties him up with rope and blindfolds him and puts him over his shoulders.*

ChrisMusi- What the hell are you doing with me? Let me down!AUGGGHHH!

Me- O.o

PunkMusi-Enjoy the story~

Phillip Brooks sighed as he entered the locker room after finally finishing his segment on Monday Night RAW with his on-screen rival, Chris Jericho. Normally, he didn't care about Chris, He and Chris weren't friends, but he consedered him and the older man acquaintances, he even respected the blonde veteran. But, after the past few weeks on RAW, he completely lost all respect for him. Not only did Y2J reveal to the WWE universe that Punk's father used to be an alcoholic and thag his sister used to have a drug addiction, but he also called Punk a bastard, along with pouring and smashing two bottles of Jack Daniels on the Second City Savior's body. And tonight he went too far by pouring at least 6 cans of beer over him after Jericho had codebreaked him.

Punk was well aware that creative was going to have it so that after Chris would talk trash about Punk on the titantron that somewhere in between his match with Mark Henry that Chris was gonna come out and assault him, but he had no idea that Chris was going to come out there with the two coolers, filled with cans of beer in each, after Mark Henry had slammed him so many times that the blonde man was going to drench him in that beer.

Phil was more pissed than he had been in his enite life. It wasn't just because of what the sexy beast did tonight, but it was also because he reeked of the substance he hated so much and dedicated his life to not drinking. The Cookie Monster couldn't stand the smell, he went to his locker and grabbed his change of clothes and headed to the showers to rid himself of the beer scent that emitted off of his body. He stripped of his gear and put them on the little mini-bench that was in the shower room before he went to one of the nozzles and turned the knob for hot water until it was to his liking. Punk got his hair wet first, rinsing out the gel that he had used to slick his onyx hair back before he grabbed a bar of soap and started scrubbing at his torso. The hot water felt good on his body and it was definitely helping his aching muscles feel better.

It took him a good 25 minutes to get his body clean of the sticky substance and it's strong odor but he finally managed to do it as he turned off the water before he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He then proceeded to grab his gear off of the bench and went to change into his street clothes in the locker room. He put on a black Misfits t-shirt, blue jeans, and black converses. The black-haired man then put his gear in his gym bag and left out of the locker room so he could find his blonde tormentor and set him straight once and for all.

He went into the long hall way of the arena and saw Chris coming out from a room door that was farther away from where Phil was in the long hallway. "Jericho!" Punk yelled and Chris turned and saw Punk and immediately he went over to him.

"What the hell is your fucking problem? I haven't done shit to you and then you go and say all of this bullshit to and about me and pour fucking alcohol of all things on me not once, but twice! And don't you dare try and give me the excuse that creative fucking told you to say it because that wasn't in the goddamned script! None of this shit ever was! So, tell me why you automatically think that you have the right to say this stuff about me on national television for everyone in the fucking world to know! Huh, Jericho?"

The angry younger man had pushed Jericho, not really caring if they brawled right then and there, because if so, he intended to beat the living shit out of him. Chris then moved his mouth, barely able to get any words out.

"P-Phil, I-I-I...I can't-"

" "I-I-I-I-" You can't what, Chris? Spit it the fuck out!" Punk yelled, his face turning red with anger. It took Phil a little while to notice, considering he was so mad that steam could've came out of his ears, but to him it looked as if the ayatollah of rock n rollah had just got finished crying. Not hat he cared, he could care less about whatever Chris Jericho had cried about just recently, all he cared about was Chris telling him why he did this or Phil would simply beat the truth out of him.

"Ah, Chris! There you are!" The GM of RAW and SMACKDOWN said rather happily as he seemed to have came out of the same direction where the room was that Chris had just recently came out of not too long ago. He walked up to the pair and with a smile had put his hand on Chris's right shoulder.

"Mind if I have a word with you right quick? It's important." The GM had asked the codebreaker. Phil noticed the emphasis that John had put on the word important and glared at him. Chris then reluctantly spoke. "I-P-Phil and I were talking about something really important, ." He quickly corrected himself as if he were afraid to call him by John.

"He's right Clown-shoes. It's important. So, I and i'm pretty sure Chris here would fucking appreciate it if you went away so me and him can talk about important matters." Phil said, annoyed with the old man. John just smiled and chuckled.

"Sorry, Punk. But, what I have to say to Chris concern his and someone else's career, so if you excuse me...Chris and I have to discuss these matters in my office. Come along, Chris." Laurinaitis signalled for Chris to follow him and Chris nodded before looking at Punk with a sad look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Phil...I'm sorry..." He managed to say before Laurinaitis shot him a somewhat angry look and Chris hurried and followed him back to the office.

"What the fuck...?" Phil said confused. Chris's apology sound truly apologetic, but he wanted to know who told him and had the audacity to tell him to do and say the things that he's been up to lately and he was gonna find out. But, he already had a strong feeling in his gut that it had something to do with the GM.

TBC...

Blasian- Phew! I'm glad the first chappie's up! I really like where it's going. I'll have the next chapter in Chris's POV and it should be up this weekend if not on monday along with another chapter. Feel free to review this one~

ChrisMusi-*Limping* Why the hell am I in his office? T_T

Blasian- _ you'll find out like everyone else when I post the 2nd chapter, Chrissy. More importantly, why're you limping? O.o

ChrisMusi- e.e *Limps away*

Blasian-JERICHOOOOOO!

PhilMusi-*Satisfied smirk on his face*