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Day of Event - April 1st 2012 (Day of WrestleMania 28)

A little note to remember for chapters of the past, present and future is that if a character acts like a total bitch, they're in character since they are a heel (wrestlers such as Miz, Dolph, Cody, Eve, etc.) . The babyfaces will probably act similarly to how they would in real life (wrestlers such as Cena, Punk, Sheamus, Layla, etc.)

There are quite a few elements of real life situations in this story as well, however, such as the off-screen relationships between wrestlers (like Michelle/Taker, Miz/Maryse, etc.)

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"And over here, you'll see the catering area where every guy and girl in the WWE try to grab as much meat as they could find…and I'm not just talking about food either." CM Punk was currently in the midst of giving his girlfriend, Lita, a tour of the WWE. Tonight was the night of WrestleMania 28; the very same night where he would do battle with Chris Jericho for the coveted WWE Title. Usually Lita didn't bother showing up backstage whenever Punk was competing on RAW or SmackDown, but tonight she was feeling generous; she wanted to wish him with as much luck as she possibly could, and she was sure her appearance would do just that.

"Come on hon. It can't be that bad." The former WWE Diva chuckled. She did hear many rumours about the arousal that constantly followed a majority of Superstars and Divas from the dirt-sheets, but she tended to just ignore those rumours since they were nothing more than just that; rumours.

"Really? Why don't you look to your left then babe?" Lita complied, cocking her head to the left to see that Kelly was blatantly stroking the crotch of Alex Riley.

The redhead only shrugged in response. "And? She was like that back in 2006 too."

"I'm just saying that this company's filled with a whole lot of sluts and pervs." A smirk came across the face of Punk, as he inched closer and closer to his girlfriend. "And I'd hate for my hot little girlfriend to be near a perv."

Lita chuckled at the fact that hers and Punk's bodies were gradually getting closer until the point that they were millimetres apart. "But I'm near a perv now babe."

"I'm the good type of perv though." Punk said, as his gave his girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips. "All the other pervs in here are the bad type of pervs."

That's what attracted the attention of WWE Superstar, Randy Orton. The mere mention of the word 'perv' was enough to get his ears ringing in delight. He quickly looked over to see that Lita and Punk were separated by nothing more than their clothing and thin veils of lust. What better time for the Viper to strike than seeing a couple who were on the edge of enticingly smooching in public?

As the native of Missouri slithered his way towards the intimate embrace of Punk and Lita; it was safe to say that the two lovebirds were totally shocked at the intrusion of Orton when the latter eventually was recognised by the two.

"Whoa Jesus!" Punk jumped as the realisation of Orton's sudden presence was dawning on him. His attention quickly turned from Orton to Lita as the Illinois native felt that within that moment, his point had essentially been proven. "See babe. Told ya the company's full of perverts."

"Hon, Randy isn't that much of a pervert…" Lita did have a slight touch of doubt with that statement as she felt the large muscular hands of the Viper travel up and down her long legs that were covered by the coal black baggy pants she was wearing. "Okay. He's a pervert, but he's worth it for the great sex!"

That's when Punk's eyes widened to the size of saucers. Punk knew that Lita wasn't exactly a shy and blushing virgin around men. She had many previous conquests (such as Edge, Matt Hardy and a secret one night stand with John Cena) as did he (such as Beth Phoenix, Maria Kanellis and a not so secret one night stand with Kelly after she blurted it out to her female friends), but that's actually what had allured Punk and Lita towards each other; the fact that they both had managed to rack up an impressive amount of sexual conquests during their tenures with the WWE.

CM Punk was shocked, however, that she hadn't told him about Randy as a sexual conquest. Normally secrets would be non-existent between Lita and himself, but he couldn't possibly understand as to why Lita would keep this vital (at least Punk thought it was) piece of information hidden away from the former leader of 'New Nexus'.

The awkward silence filled the atmosphere for Lita, Punk and even Orton; at least until the latter spoke up as a method to try and remove the awkwardness and the silence of the current situation. "Yeah Punk. You know I'm not a bad guy to be around…you've just gotta try me out first."

"Try you out? You make it sound as if you're a fucking meal from a high-class restaurant!"

"…Well I'm sure I'd taste just as good."

CM Punk couldn't actually think of a retaliation for that. He just stared up and down Randy's body with total curiosity. A small part of him actually wanted to receive what Lita did with the Viper. That small part was just shrugged off by the much larger part, however, that didn't want anything to do with experiencing a sexcapade with the Missouri native.

"Yeah hon. He's worth the trouble once you get his clothes off." Lita said with a devilish smirk as she too stared up and down Randy's muscular bronzed body. "Trust me on this one babe."

"I told Rosa Mendes this when she tried teaching me Spanish and I'll tell you two the same thing right now…no." CM Punk felt adamant with his decision. The curiosity of having sexual intercourse with the formerly known Legend Killer may have briefly intrigued Punk, but it was nowhere near enough for the Straight-Edge superstar to even act on said tiny speckle of curiosity.

"Fine then babe. I guess I can't force ya to do something if you don't want to." Lita shrugged, much to the severe case of disappointment Orton had began to deal with. "Hey hon, mind getting me a can of coke? I'm getting pretty thirsty."

"Fine. You're lucky I'm pretty thirsty too. No perving on each other while I'm gone. Kay?"

"Don't worry babe. I wouldn't dream of doing that."

With that, CM Punk slowly walked out of the catering area with suspicion. On the plus side, he'd be getting a drink that he desired for.

Lita quickly turned to Randy who looked like he was about to explode with rage. He was horny (when is he never?) and Lita had essentially dismissed Punk, the guy Orton had currently lusted after, away from them.

The redhead cocked her head towards Randy; their eyes had swiftly locked onto each other's. "Relax Randy. I've got this all under control, you've just got to give this some time. Punk isn't gonna give it up to you that easy."

"He will. Everyone gives it up for me."

"Punk isn't like everyone. I'm the one in the relationship with him hon. I know what drives Punk wild." Lita said with a devilish smile as she gently placed one of her palms onto the bronzed chest of Orton. "Just meet me tonight in Room 409 at 2 in the morning. Okay?"

"Fine. You better be right about this though." Orton said, the usual dull monotone in his voice was present, as his head tilted downwards to see Lita's hand beginning to roam his body.

"I know I am Rand." Lita quickly stopped when she barely managed to see CM Punk approach them with a can of coke in each hand through the corner of her eye.

"So here's that coke you wanted babe." Punk said as he handed the can that was in his left hand into the right palm of Lita. "Wanna continue with our tour? I still never got to show you the pool this place has."

Lita had to try desperately hard to stifle the giggle that threatened to escape her lips. The fact that Punk would offer to take her to see a pool with the gigantic grin that was plastered onto his face pretty much meant one thing: He wanted to see her in a bikini (or less).

"You perv Punk! You just want to see me in a skimpy little bikini!" Lita blushed as she playfully hit Punk on the side of his left arm.

"With a hot chick like you, can ya blame me?" Punk smirked. Despite the presence of Orton, Punk's arousal was on the verge of rising as images of the former WWE Diva in 'skimpy little bikinis' came flooding into his brain.

"Oh you always know how to kiss ass don't you babe?" Lita chuckled as her eyes briefly turned to Randy. "Well it was nice seeing you again Randy. Hopefully we can…meet up again in the future."

"Oh I'd like that." Orton said with a lick of his lips despite the fact that his traditional monotone of voice was still present.

"Yeah, you'd have to get past me first pal." Punk said with a scowl. He felt that he wasn't a jealous boyfriend by any means. His only problem with Lita and Randy's flirting was that it could lead to them having sex…again…behind his back. Lita cheating on him would be just about the last thing he wanted to happen to his relationship with her.

"I'm not sure if I want to get past you." Orton said as the taller man slowly slithered his way over to the current WWE Champion. "Getting inside you…however…is a different matter entirely." A surprisingly seductive smirk began to appear on the face of Orton as he stroked the exposed chest of the Illinois native.

And just like that, Punk moved away with the blink of an eye. He was flabbergasted at how quickly such a typically robotic demeanour could be so instantly transformed into one of lust and seduction; even more flabbergasting was the fact that it was Randy Orton who began to stroke his chest and not some random sex-obsessed fan. "Whoa there big guy! I'm not sure if you really noticed, but I've got my girlfriend standing right next to me…plus you're not really my type."

"I'm everybody's type."

"Sure Randall. Just remember you're not getting into my underwear any time soon."

"Why are you even wearing underwear? I'd rather you weren't wearing any at all."

"…Yeah. I was so wrong about you Randy. You're definitely not a pervert…not at all…"

"I know I'm not."

"That was sarcasm Randy! S. A. R. C. A. S. M!" CM Punk was essentially seething at this point. He wasn't sure whether Randy was trying to flirt with him or if this would end up as rape, and Punk didn't like the thought of either option for one millisecond.

That was also the point where Lita felt she had to intervene before everybody was staring at them (well everybody minus Kelly. She was far too busy stroking the crotch of Alex to even realise anyone else was in the same room). A few wondering eyes had already drifted over to their direction to see that Punk's cheeks had turned a deep shade of crimson, not sure whether he was blushing, enraged or possibly a combination of both.

"Okay guys! This is getting just a little out of hand here. Punk, babe? Why don't we go to the pool like you suggested? Randy, I'm sure if you shove Alex out of the way, Kelly will be more than happy to take care of you."

And that was when Randy became silent. Of course he remembered about what Lita told him; how could he not with a memory as golden as his? He just wasn't sure about whether Lita was being serious about Kelly 'taking care' of him. Nonetheless, Lita still currently played more of an important role in his mind than Kelly, and Orton was damn well determined to have his way with both Lita and Punk.

Meanwhile, the romantic couple that consisted of Lita and Punk had both spent the past fifteen minutes walking past starstruck fans and signing autographs (well Lita did. Punk just told them to have a good day) until they reached their destination that was the poolside area.

It was ginormous (that itself was a total understatement)!

The pool looked like it could accommodate around 200 people at the same time (regardless of weight), the weather was divine as the sun set itself onto it's recipients and even better was that both Punk and Lita saw some familiar faces in the poolside area.

Ted DiBiase and Josh Mathews had been splashing each other in the pool; Naomi and Cameron were attempting to make Tyson and Justin (respectively) giggle by tickling them (which had so far been successful); Zack had been trying to influence Cody and Daniel to fist-pump with him (which had so far been unsuccessful) while Rosa Mendes, Epico and Primo all were swimming in their own little group.

Even some alumni were recognised by the wondering eyes of Amy and Phil. Trish Stratus, Torrie Wilson, Michelle McCool and Jacqueline Moore had all been reminiscing about the past while occasionally laughing at Heath Slater's desperate attempts at flirting with them (although Jacqueline did throw in a threat towards Heath every now and then).

From the calm, cerulean waters of the pool to the golden sun to the recognisable faces around the poolside area; Lita was definitely impressed. The redhead immediately wanted to chat to the alumni, but she felt bad if she left her boyfriend all alone.

"Go on babe. If you wanna be with your buds, I'm not gonna stop ya." A dazzling smile appeared on the face of the WWE Champion as he gently placed a hand on the former Diva's shoulder. "I can see you're begging to talk to Trish and Jackie, and I'm not an asshole. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine."

"Really? Aww baby, thanks! I think that deserves a little reward when we get to our hotel room." Lita devilishly giggled, as her fair hands teasingly tugged at the waistband of Punk's wrestling trunks.

"It better. Now I'm gonna go join Rhodes and Bryan before I hit the gym for my match. If I don't see you until after WrestleMania, how about a little good luck kiss?" He said with a gigantic grin. He certainly loved getting romantic with women; that was a given.

"I'd be happy with that." Lita smiled, before the two lovebirds cocked their heads as their lips collided; not giving a single fuck if everyone at the poolside area was watching them (even though it was really just Rosa and the two Colons who had gazed in their direction.

The kiss was a combination of sweet, romantic and intense; all in one. It lasted for about twenty seconds before the two set of lips had slowly broken apart from each other.

The two didn't really know what to say to each other after that, so they both just smiled and went off to their respective group of friends that were both hanging around near the pool.

Lita had walked towards the four female alumni of the WWE who were STILL on the receiving end of getting hit on by Heath Slater. Apparently he didn't take much note of Jackie's threats.

"Ladies, ladies. If ya'll wanna hang out with a winner, then the obvious choice is me. I mean I'm the ONE MAN…ROCK BAND!" Heath grinned…well actually screeched once he got to pronouncing himself as the 'One Man Rock Band'. Needless to say, Jacqueline (as well as Trish, Torrie and Michelle) was dangerously reaching her boiling point.

"Shut up already! You better move away now before I actually shove my fist in your big mouth little boy!" Jackie was pretty much raging at this point. She could handle a cheeky flirt, but this guy had just taken obnoxious to a whole new level.

"Um…Heath?" Lita asked as the four alumni (plus Heath) all cocked their heads to the side to see that the redheaded Diva was standing close by. "Can you go like…now? If you want, I'm sure Sunny would hook up with you."

"Sunny? What would I want with her? She's a loudmouth! Ehh…screw it. Ya'll just don't know a stud when ya see one." Heath said as bitter had dripped from his lips while he stormed off in hopes of finding a woman (or man at this point. Heath wasn't fussy) who would willingly hook up with him.

"Lita! You're back!" Trish said as she eagerly ran up to hug the Diva many had considered to be Stratus' biggest rival in WWE history. Back then anyway, the two now had been nearly inseparable as best friends once they both retired from wrestling back in 2006.

Torrie, Michelle and Jacqueline were also smiling at the appearance of the redhead. It was always a good feeling to be reunited with a past friend and that proved to be the case with the three alumni. Moore and Wilson had been particularly close to Lita since they both worked with the North Carolina native for many years during the period in which they were all WWE Divas, while McCool had met and briefly chatted to Lita whenever Lita would make an appearance on RAW (which seemingly was once in a blue moon).

"It feels so odd to be back with you four in the WWE, but so damn good at the same time!" Lita said. She couldn't help but to grin as nostalgia was clearly heaving in the atmosphere. "So how have you ladies kept up?"

"Well Lita, I've been busy over the past few years; what with the WWE, yoga, films, yadda yadda yadda." Trish smiled. Quite easily she was the busiest female WWE alumni with her somewhat hectic work schedule. If she wasn't doing yoga, she was starring in a film; if she wasn't doing that, she'd be making the occasional appearance on WWE television. It was certainly carnage to be in the life of Trish Stratus, but the rewards she reaped in were ludicrously beneficial.

"Hey Lita. I'm doing good girl. I've been working out and hitting the gym for any wrestling shows I'm gonna be featured in. I've still gotta try my hardest to get in shape." Jackie was the next to speak. She was interestingly the only woman out of the five alumni present to still be involved in wrestling whereas every other alumni that was present had retired within the past six years.

"Jackie, I still don't know how you could wrestle for over twenty years! I mean it almost killed me to wrestle for like five." Torrie said with a laugh as she admired the strength and the stamina that Jackie had oozing out of her. Back when Jacqueline was wrestling in the WWE, a majority of the wrestlers had known not to mess with her, and those that were foolish to do so ended up receiving severe consequences from the petite dark skinned Diva.

"Anyways Lita, I've just spent the last few months or so relaxing with Alex. He's exactly like the dream guy I always wanted to be with." The thought of being in a 'perfect' relationship was nothing more than a cruel joke for some people and mere fantasy for others, but Torrie felt different. No; she KNEW different. Ever since she romantically linked with her boyfriend, Alex Rodriguez, she immediately figured out that he was the one for her, and she eventually figured out that she was the one for him. Her love life was similar to a sweet fairytale, with Torrie portraying the heroine in love and Alex portraying the prince Torrie's always wanted.

"I know what you mean Torrie. Mark's been the perfect man for me ever since we got married." It was common knowledge to many wrestling fans that Michelle and Undertaker were very much a married couple in real life, but a few viewers had questioned the ulterior motives of why Michelle would even date a man who was significantly older than her, but she just ignored that. She couldn't care less as to what fans had thought; all she cared about was the immense stability of her marriage.

Lita was completely ecstatic at the positivity that was oozing out of the four other women. She felt fortunate enough that they all had been successful whether that be in the case of love, wrestling or anything that was miscellaneous. Truly life had been a blessing for them.

Meanwhile in a place not so far away; CM Punk decided to involve himself in the shenanigans of Zack, Cody and Daniel. The native of Illinois was a little surprised to see that AJ wasn't around, but he was sure that her whereabouts would soon be revealed.

"Punk? Bro! I'm trying to get Rhodes and Bryan to fist pump with me…but for some reason they just aren't. Are they upset or something?" Zack asked. He was feeling pretty depressed that he didn't see the two heel superstars' fists pumping in the air, which was usually unheard of since a majority of the wrestlers in the WWE would be more than happy to take a moment out of their time for a nice, quick fist-pump with the Internet Sensation of the WWE.

"Yes Zack. For the fourth time I'm upset and it's because you're blocking my view of the Sun!" Upset was exactly how Cody felt. At first he didn't mind Zack's request…then he had gotten a little irritated at the second request…and at the third request Rhodes just got flat-out annoyed with Zack.

"Ouch Codes! A little sharp on the claws I see." Daniel laughed at Cody's cold reply. Even though right now Bryan was the top heel of the WWE, he still maintained a humorous side…towards the other heels anyway. The Washington native saw that Zack had smiled with him and the former's laugh quickly turned into a scowl. "Don't give me that look Zack! Go fetch me and Cody some drinks!"

"Yes sir-bro-sir…um…" Zack was evidently blushing at this point as he quickly ran off to comply with the bearded man's orders. Secretly, the Long Islander had gained a secret crush over Daniel for the past month or so. His new attitude was so fiery, so dominant; it was something Zack had felt so oddly allured to. Even odder was that Zack was straight, but for some reason he felt attracted to Bryan. Maybe it was the beard?

As soon as Ryder ran off to follow Daniel's command, the vegan and the third generation superstar both howled with laughter. "Man, he's such a nerd!" Bryan was close to not being able to breath with the amount of laughter that had escaped his lips. "So anyways, I see we've got another champion joining our presence."

Even though Daniel and Cody had both been heels, they still showed respect for Punk. He wasn't as annoying to them as say some of the babyfaces in the WWE (Such as Zack, Cena, Mysterio, etc.) plus he was a champion as were Daniel and Cody. The trio actually had more in common with each other than what the typical wrestling fan would think.

"For now you do anyways D-Bry. I'm probably gonna stay here for a few minutes before I have to train for my match tonight." It sucked for Punk that he couldn't really get much relax time, and that a majority of it had been spent on touring Lita around the InterContinental Miami Hotel (The hotel in which the WWE talents of past and present had stayed in). But Punk just remembered that life was a bitch. It somewhat made him feel better about receiving virtually no breaks for the past day or so.

"Hey, I think you're forgetting we have matches tonight too." Cody smirked as he and Bryan both gazed at Punk. "We can just train at the same time…unless you're scared of a little competition."

"Me? Scared? I think you must've confused me with someone else Rhodes." Punk said with smirk that matched the size of Cody's.

"No. Don't think I have Punk. Anyways, are we gonna talk or are we gonna get some training in?" Cody asked as his smirk somehow enlarged from earlier.

"I was gonna ask that exact same thing Codes." Daniel said; almost feeling desperate to have an hour work-out at the very least.

"Well what are you ladies waiting for? The gym awaits." CM Punk grinned as the two heels got up from their sunbeds where the three champions headed off onto the gym.

And there they were. The three champions of the WWE heading off to get a workout in nothing more than skimpy trunks (whether that be wrestling trunks in the case of Punk or swimming trunks in the cases of Rhodes and Bryan). They did get a few inevitable wolf whistles from drunk and horny women who looked to be over the grand age of fifty, but they didn't really care much for that; each man had dealt with far more vulgar from other fans.

It took precisely four minutes to reach their destination. Punk, Cody and Daniel were all smiling at the exceedingly large gym (otherwise known as a 'fitness center' to all hotel staff), and for good reason. There were so many training equipment present; from various barbells of different weights to exercise bikes to treadmills to rowing machines to many more pieces of training equipment. It was truly Heaven for all gym fanatics.

"I'm using those barbells!" Cody said as he swiftly ran off to the nearest pair of barbells he could possibly lay eyes on.

"Same here." Daniel grinned as he too ran off to grab a pair of barbells.

"Hey! Don't forget about me!" Punk proclaimed as he also ran to get the barbells as were Rhodes and Bryan.

Eventually once all three wrestlers had a barbell in each hand, their workout session had begun. The vegan, the third generation superstar and the straight-edge saviour were each lifting their respective set of weights with absolute ease. All three men had lifted barbells a ridiculous amount of times during their WWE careers, but it did help to lift some weights every now and then so they could get even more stronger on a physical level than they already were.

It was ten minutes and five hundred lifts of a barbell (per guy) later before Punk, Bryan and Rhodes had each put down the barbells that they were all focussed on lifting.

The blood was pumping through the veins of Cody, Punk and Bryan. Each man feeling the satisfying effects of such an intense work-out.

"So…you ladies wanna go on the treadmills or are we gonna gossip about the pussy we'll be pounding later?" Punk said with a smug grin. Each of the three champions did have a girlfriend who probably were awaiting for them in each man's hotel room. Punk had Lita; Daniel had AJ and Cody had Layla.

"Is there an all of above option?" Cody said with a charming smirk plastered onto his handsome face.

"I would say yes Rhodes, but I'm worried you'll fall on the treadmill while you dream about Ted." CM Punk's grin grew to be even larger than before as the reaction of Cody was priceless to say the very least.

The Georgia native looked like he was either going to rip Punk's head off or just stand there with a widened jaw. Daniel saw this and convinced himself that Cody was going to rip Punk's head off…he probably wasn't, but to the vegan, it felt better to be safe than sorry. Coincidentally, AJ told him the very same thing when he was against the use of condoms whenever the two had sex.

"Whoa Cody! Just think about Layla before you decide to break something." Daniel said. While he was an asshole to many of his fellow employees (AJ included), the people that he didn't sass around with were a majority of the heels on the WWE roster.

"Dude, relax. I'm not gonna break anything. Besides, Punk's always got Randy to dream about." Cody had assured Daniel as the smirk quickly reformed onto his dashing face.

And now it was the Chicagoan to receive the effects of a widened jaw. Randy? Of all the guys on the roster, Cody HAD to pick Randy? It was an outrage…it was demeaning…yet it somehow didn't make Punk as angry as he thought it would have been. Sure he had a little bit of rage that began to pent up from Cody's comment, but a majority of him just felt shocked at what came out of Cody's mouth.

"That is…if you're man enough to dream about Randy." Cody continued. "I mean come on. The guy's a freaking sex God for crying out loud. I've got a girl and all, but I'd still smash that!"

"…Randy, of all people? Come on Codes! I'd rather screw around with Cena than Randy!" Punk said with widened eyes. He couldn't quite believe he actually said that in public. Thankfully the conversation was only audible to Daniel, Cody and CM Punk. Everyone else in the fitness center had been too busy focussing on their workout.

"And why's that Punk? Scared Randy's gonna hurt ya?"

"Screw you Cody. If I wanted to, Orton would be fucking me like a jackhammer at this very moment."

"Care to place a bet on that?"

"Not particularly, hence the 'If I wanted to' bit."

"What's the matter Punky? Are we feeling scared today?" Cody said as a mocking tone was poured from his voice onto the earlobes of the WWE Champion. Oh how Cody could be a complete bitch at times.

"I'm never scared Rhodes."

"If that's the case, then why don't you bet with me? If you actually allow Orton to fuck you…and survive by next Sunday, I'll personally pay you $50,000 of my own money." The third generation's head quickly cocked towards the vegan. "And he'll be my witness. Won't 'cha Daniel?"

And that's when Bryan's eyes widened. He did not intend to get into this bet and by the power of Jesus he was gonna keep himself out of this bet.

"Oh no Cody! I'm not having any part of this…oh wait…I think AJ's calling me. I've got to…" He couldn't even finish his sentence before he ran out of the fitness center and probably back to his girlfriend, or back in the sunbed he was in prior to his ten minute bicep workout. Only Bryan knew.

"Bryan! Wait!…Darn it!" The cerulean eyes of the Georgia native quickly locked onto the mocha eyes of the Illinois native. "Well look, you can trust me man. Just take the bet already and I'll leave you in peace."

"…You'll really give me some peace?" Punk asked. He was beginning to get slightly annoyed at Cody anyway. Maybe this bet wouldn't be such a disaster after all.

"Well if you accept it…then I guess there's no reason why I shouldn't."

"…Okay. I'll take the damn bet, but you better cough up when I win!" Punk said as many images of Lita came flooding to his mind. He couldn't help but feel guilty for her at what he could potentially be getting himself in for.

"Oh don't you worry about that Punk. I'll make sure I'll pay up by the end of it. Just remember to moan like a fucking whore. Orton always loves that about his conquests." Cody said with a charming smile. Punk kept on thinking that if he was gay, he'd be fucking Cody through that wall whether the latter wanted it or not. The third generation superstar was pretty darn handsome, and it was quite obvious to see that Cody didn't inherit his good looks from his father.

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Nearly ten hours later and Punk more or less had one of the greatest nights in the last thirty three years of his existence. Not only did CM Punk manage to retain his WWE Championship against Chris Jericho in possibly one of the best matches of the night, but he received the best sex in history. Lita was not only amazing in a WWE ring, but to Punk, she was amazing in a bed as well.

The only downside to all this was that Punk was extremely shattered. His match with Jericho took a lot of his energy levels away, and having Lita even more so. He was actually surprised he managed to give Lita an orgasm after having little energy left.

Now was probably his only time to get some rest. It was only mere seconds after the Chicagoan hit the back of his head against his pillow that he fell deep into his sleep.

That just left Lita on her own…for at least a few more minutes anyway. The extreme redhead turned on her mobile that lay next to the double sized bed her and Punk shared to see that the time was 1:54 in the morning. Randy should be knocking in about six minutes so Lita guessed she may as well kill some time. She scrolled down her list of contacts to see if anyone was actually still awake.

Online 6 online

- KKFever (Kelly Kelly)

- SayItToMyFace! (Alex Riley)

- PaparazziDiva (Melina Perez)

- TrishTheDish (Trish Stratus)

- TheRock (Dwayne Johnson)

- WWECodyRhodes (Cody Rhodes)

Lita just ignored the list of offline contacts. There were far too many to check through and she wasn't going to even bother checking anyone who was offline at this moment in time.

Now to check who Lita would actually want to talk to.

- KKFever (Kelly Kelly)

Kelly? Oh hell no. Lita wasn't interested in who Kelly banged this time.

- SayItToMyFace! (Alex Riley)

Alex? Meh. The extreme Diva only bumped into Alex once and they only talked for literally a minute before Alex was called for his match. They never spoke afterwards.

- PaparazziDiva (Melina Perez)

Melina? Her reputation said it all. She was a total bitch to everyone who wasn't named John Morrison and Dave Bautista.

- TrishTheDish (Trish Stratus)

Trish? Well she's certainly a joy to talk to in Lita's case, but chances are Trish was probably out partying with her friends, and the redhead wouldn't want to interrupt the Canadian Diva from having any fun

- TheRock (Dwayne Johnson)

Dwayne? Nah. Lita wasn't really up for talking to him. Chances are, he'd probably flirt with her enough to make the North Carolina native uncomfortable.

- WWECodyRhodes (Cody Rhodes)

Cody? Ehh. Why not? Cody and Lita have talked on more than one occasion in the past, and from what she gathered, the third generation superstar seemed to be fun to talk to, if not sarcastic.

The extreme Diva quickly sneaked out of her and Punk's hotel bedroom with her mobile phone and headed to the balcony where she clicked on his name as the phone began to ring. Yes she was naked, but it was hardly likely that anyone other than Punk would see her naked body, so she didn't really care much for being in the nude.

All Lita was hoping for was that Cody was going to answer her call, or she would make sure there was Hell to pay for him.

Ring ring…ring ring…ring ring…ring ri-

"Hello."

Lita was thanking the Lord at this moment of time that the person she wanted to talk to actually picked up the phone.

"Hey. This is Cody right?"

"Sure is. I'm guessing this is Lita I'm talking to."

"What was your first clue hon?"

"Well your voice was sort of a major factor…I mean no other Diva sounds like a banshee. Well there's Jillian, but that's a different story entirely." Cody says with a laugh.

"…You know, I was thinking of dropping a comic by you tomorrow…but you can forget it now."

"And here I was thinking you weren't a bitch."

Lita was too busy erupting with laughter to even fathom a reply. Thankfully Punk was still sleeping. Barely, but still sleeping. It was a good minute later before Lita eventually stopped laughing and was able to rekindle the conversation between Cody and herself.

"I'm not sure if ya know this Cody, but I used to be a WWE Diva. 95% of WWE Divas from the past and present are bitches, and I'm proud to be one."

"Now that's true." Cody said. The young man certainly knew that the Diva's locker room had been known for it's cattiness over the years. Melina alone played a pretty big factor in establishing such a stereotype towards the Diva's Division, and some of the other Divas (of past and present) only added to said stereotype. "So Lita, what did ya call me for?"

"I just wanted to check how you were…and how your Teddy Bear was."

"Teddy Long? Why would I-Oh that's REAL funny. Punk told you about that didn't he?"

"He may have slipped it by."

"Did he happen to slip in his little bet about Orton?" Cody said. While Lita couldn't see it, the smirk that Cody sported on his face could easily paint a thousand pictures.

"Bet? What bet?"

"So he didn't slip that by? Guess I may as well tell you about it, huh?"

"Damn right you should. This is getting interesting."

"Oh it certainly is Lita. Well I made a bet with Punk that if he got fucked by Orton from today until next Sunday, I'd personally pay him $50,000."

Lita was speechless. She couldn't actually believe it. Punk took part in a bet…that involved cheating on her? It was just vile…hot, yet simultaneously vile.

Lita also couldn't believe how Cody had already made his little bet with HER boyfriend without HER permission. Rage and respect. She wasn't sure which she should be feeling or whether she should be feeling both. Either way, Lita was confused.

"Wait, so lemme get this straight Cody. You make a bet…with MY boyfriend that he gets fucked by another man without MY acknowledgement?"

"Well I thought Punk was gonna tell ya…but otherwise pretty much."

"That is just…actually pretty gutsy. You've got balls kid, I'll tell ya that now."

"Well duh…Layla slobbers over them all the time."

"I'm sure Teddy does too." The redhead desperately tried her hardest at stifling a giggle, but she had to let one out.

"Not funny. It was one time and we both felt horny…that's it!"

"Oh come on Cody! I wasn't born yesterday. From what I hear, you and Ted fuck around like hippos in heat."

"Well what you hear is complete-" Lita couldn't even her the end of Cody's sentence which got interrupted by loud repeating knocks upon her door. She quickly turned her phone off and carefully tiptoed her way to the door, determined not to awaken her sleeping boyfriend.

Lita had a quick look at the clock to see that it was quarter past two in the morning. Orton was late? Orton was rarely ever late. That was an undocumented fact. Maybe something happened with him and a random hotel clerk? Ehh, Lita wasn't in the mood for caring for such irrelevancy, after what Cody had told her.

The redhead had a short debate with herself on whether she should cover up so Orton doesn't see her nude form or not. In the end, she remembered that he had already seen her naked before; they even had sex together, so she just decided to open the door nude. There was a reason Lita earned a reputation as an 'extreme' woman after all.

She opened to see the door to see that it was none other than Randy himself, dressed in a t-shirt, wrestling trunks and wrestling boots. Oh he'd explain his lateness to her alright…just not now. Now she wasn't in the mood for any talk whatsoever.

"Look Orton. Tell me why you're late in a few hours once this is over. All I want from you now is to shove your dick so far down Punk's throat he'll be gagging for weeks!"

"…If that's what you want, I'd be more than happy to oblige." A lick of his lips and Orton nimbly slithered his way over to the sleeping Chicagoan. Eventually Orton began to strip from his articles of clothing, after gazing at his soon to be conquest.

Now he was naked, hard and definitely horny. Orton was ready to pluck Punk of his anal virginity (well Orton assumed Punk to be anally virginal at least) once Punk had unconsciously pleasured him enough orally.

It didn't take long for the Missourian to climb onto the bed with Punk. Slow careful movements gradually lead to Orton to his ideal destination: Punk's face in between his infamously thick thighs.

Orton's only worry was getting Punk to open his mouth without waking the latter up. He couldn't think of a single way of achieving such a task, but he wouldn't have to for long. Punk's oral passage had opened fairly wide; enough for Randy to insert his shaft into. Orton quickly cocked his head back to see that Lita was fondling her boyfriend's assumedly naked hard-on.

It didn't take long after that for Orton to cock his head towards Punk, who still had his mouth opened fairly wide. The Viper saw his opportunity and grabbed it by the horns; he shoved his shaft balls deep into Punk's mouth. Oh how the pleasure felt so immense.

The feeling of Punk's velvety mouth forced to engulf the Missourian's huge shaft was almost enough to send the latter deep into a utopia of joy. Randy wasn't sure how, but the Chicagoan's mouth was probably the warmest and most inviting oral passage his shaft has ever intruded.

Meanwhile, Lita was essentially providing her boyfriend with the same treatment. Her wet and willing mouth coated his otherwise naked shaft; from base to tip was covered with the extreme diva's saliva as she bobbed her head up and down his dick, occasionally taking the cock out of her mouth to lick around his piercing.

When the redhead did insert her boyfriend's hardness into her mouth, her nose occasionally met with his neatly trimmed dark pubic hairs whenever she had managed to deepthroat his thick cock. Lita's oral skills were next to none, and Punk was feeling that bliss even in his sleep.

Back in the gayer side of the bed, Randy was thrusting as deep as he could possibly go into the WWE Champion's mouth. Eventually the Viper made a rhythm that he was following flawlessly.

Thrust. Moan. Thrust. Moan. Thrust. Moan.

How CM Punk actually could withstand Orton's cock without gagging even remotely was astounding. Everyone usually gagged on Orton's dick within the first minute or so…well apart from Cena, Miz. Trish and even Lita. Everyone else had trouble accommodating a shaft with a size as mighty as Randy's into their throats.

Randy's balls were frequently crashing into Punk's chin with every other thrust. Damn Punk had such a warm and wet mouth. The Chicagoan really was good at using his mouth for other purposes than talking after all.

Randy was eventually going to spill his seed on Punk's face if he kept on providing this immense oral pleasure. The Viper quickly cocked his head backwards and silently mouthed that he was about to cum to the Straightedge superstar's girlfriend. Thankfully for the bronzed Adonis, Lita had actually noticed him and understood what he meant.

The North Carolinian rocked her head back from her boyfriend's shaft and moved to where Orton was. "Fuck him. Hard…" It was nothing but a whisper that was only audible to Randy and Lita herself. He gained a ginormous grin as he wasted no time in positioning himself between Punk's legs. No lube, no prep, nothing. Orton wanted it rough, and goddamn it Orton was going to make this as rough as he possibly could.

The Missourian grabbed his hard member and nimbly rammed it inside the miniscule hole of the WWE Champion. Was it tight? Yes. Was it hard to move? Yes. Was it worth the wait? Hell yes! Randy felt total bliss as Punk's asshole immediately clenched around the intruding cock.

And what was the best part for Orton? Punk would be none the wiser once all this was finished. The latter wouldn't even be aware this transpired if he remained in the world of sleep after the former would be finished.

Unfortunately for the formerly known Legend Killer, that didn't come into fruition. Punk jolted from sleep into reality as soon as he felt a hard dick thrust into his ass. He was going to scream but Lita managed to muffle his mouth as she already wrapped a slender thigh around each side of Punk's neck.

The pain that Punk was feeling was immense; he couldn't even tell who had penetrated his hole until he heard the gruff moans with every deep thrust. Punk knew that had to be Randy. Orton's moans were unique and instantly identifiable compared to the other male wrestlers of the WWE Universe.

How on Earth did the Viper even get in Punk's room? Why was Lita not doing anything? What role did she have to play in all this?

So many questions had been rushing through the Straight-Edge Saviour's mind as he tried his hardest to avoid the pain that his posterior was receiving, but it was just too much for the WWE Champion to handle.

At least until he felt the Missourian thrust into his prostate. Oh lord that certainly felt different from the pain that Punk was feeling before.

Was it a bad feeling? No.

Was it a good feeling? No…maybe…probably…yes…

Why was he actually beginning to like getting anally penetrated when it hurt like a bitch just mere seconds ago? The Chicagoan was desperately tempted to try and answer that question, but at the same time, he just wanted to reap in as much pleasure as he possibly could while he was trapped in such a predicament.

Punk's legs were beginning to spread wide open (deliberately as well) and his tongue began to thrust deep into the pussy of his redhead girlfriend.

To say that Lita and Randy were surprised. Lita almost screamed while Randy's moaning got significantly louder. They wasn't expecting Punk to actually go along with this, but they definitely weren't complaining. Randy kept on thrusting deep into the WWE Champion's ass while Lita grinded her body so Punk could plunge his tongue deeper into her cunt.

The only sounds that were audible in the room where the moans of delight and the constant collision between Randy's balls and Punk's thighs. It was steamy to say the least.

With every thrust that the Viper gave, he edged closer and closer to being placed on the verge of cumming. Punk's ass was just too tight for Randy to handle, and that certainly proved to be evident as ribbons of spunk shot straight from Randy's piss-slit deep inside the ass of Punk.

For the former, it was bliss.

For the latter, it was unexpected and not that blissful.

Nonetheless, it happened and Punk convinced himself that he would have to get over it anyway. Licking Lita's pussy actually took some of the annoyance away from Punk, and it sort of helped that Lita too was on the brink of having an orgasm. He had only licked her for five or so minutes and she already was about to orgasm. Punk was amazing with his oral skills.

Lita moaned with delight and screamed with amazement before her juices flooded onto the willing face of her boyfriend, who only just stopped his assault in her pussy with his tongue once he felt her essence spill onto his face.

Lita hopped off from Punk's face eventually after reaching such a blissful orgasm as she began to lie next to him on their bed. Randy had taken his dick out of Punk's ass and just nodded to the worn-out couple before getting dressed and leaving their hotel room.

Once the Viper slithered his way out of their room, Lita and Punk's attention were once again focussed on the other. So many questions they wanted to ask each other in such little time.

"Hey Punk?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Did you like what just happened?"

"It was okay…I guess. I still never wanna do that sort of stuff again. My asshole's gonna sting for the next week or two!"

And then a brief pause transpired. Lita didn't know how to reply and Punk didn't know how to break the ice…for ten seconds anyway.

"Hey Lita?"

"Yeah hon?"

"You owe me!"

"And how would you like me to owe you babe?"

"You…me…Trish Stratus…hot threesome…all that needs to be said."

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I REALLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE LACK OF UPDATING!

I've had so many real life situations it's not even funny. Some were pretty tedious to deal with, but I'm way over them now.

Back on-topic…ish…

So this is probably one of the more nostalgic chapters; what with Lita's appearance in the chapter. Not only did the redhead have a prominent role in this chapter; but Trish, Torrie, Michelle and Jacqueline also made an appearance. I pretty much felt I HAD to include them, since they were all my favourite Divas from the Attitude/Golden/PG Era. I would've included Ivory and Molly Holly but I really couldn't see them blending in well with the chapter. Stacy as well but I really couldn't imagine her ditching George Clooney to go to WrestleMania.

Anyways, hope you liked it. Here's the next few chapters that will be coming your way.

~ Epico (Versatile)/Hunico (Top)/Primo (Versatile)/Rosa Mendes (Bottom) (Requested by KJ-SlashBug)

~ Jack Swagger (Versatile)/Naomi (Bottom)/Tyson Kidd (Top) (Requested by myself)

~ Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom)/Sheamus (Versatile) (Requested by myself)

~ Chris Jericho (Top)/CM Punk (Versatile)/Layla (Bottom) (Requested by THE Kid Hardy)

~ Cody Rhodes (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/Eve Torres (Bottom)/Josh Mathews (Bottom)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by KJ-SlashBug)

~ AJ (Bottom)/Kane (Top)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by KaneLovesTristen)

If you're dying (not literally, of course) to send me a request for a future pairing or a possible RP you'd like to do with me, feel free to drop it by in either a review or a PM and I'll probably accept said request for a story/RP.