The fans littered the parking lot outside of the grand hotel at which the WWE superstars were staying for the night. Yet another live show in the bag and it was now time to kick back and relax for the weekend before Monday Night Raw in Pittsburgh. Somehow fans always managed to find out where the WWE were staying, and they came in floods. A few of the performers stayed outside in the cold darkness to sign autographs and smile for pictures. CM Punk was less than interested in the fans that screamed for him. He walked ignorantly towards the hotel doors with his headphones on and hood upon his head. As soon as he was inside, he quickly made his way back to his hotel room.
As he slid the key card into the door, the small light flickered over to green and he entered the room that he had to call home for the next two nights. He was extremely thankful for the time off. He enjoying being able to relax between shows but he much preferred relaxing on his own couch back in Chicago. After locking the door, he removed his t-shirt and belt. He threw them onto the bed and stretched out his sore body before making his way into the bathroom.
As he started running a warm shower, he examined his tattoo'd body in the mirror. He noticed the fist sized bruise on the side of his stomach, along with a few others trailing up his torso and onto his chest. They were too sore to even touch.
"I'm getting too fucking old for this." He sighed to himself. After the water had been left to run for a considerable amount of time, he undressed the rest of the way and stepped into the steady stream, allowing it to run over his body. It felt extremely refreshing. He scrunched his face slightly as he washed over the bruises that he had acquired earlier in the night and then continued to clean the rest of his body. As he showered, he tried not to ponder on too many different things. Something was different however, for once he didn't feel like he had any problems to worry about. His thoughts mostly revolved around the United States Champion, and they were nice thoughts. Phil laughed to himself as he thought back to earlier in the night, when he and Jon had done something extremely risky before the show involving nothing more than a seemingly empty shower room and two naked bodies.
Ever since Phil had come back from Georgia, he felt more settled. He enjoyed spending time with Jon. It took a lot, but he was able to let his guard down more and more as they spent copious amount of time together. They were almost a couple... almost. Phil had put it off for so long now that he was even beginning to annoy himself. He wanted to be with Jon, really he did. But he still had to figure a few things out. At least that's what he told himself over and over again.
Once he had finished, he turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a soft white hotel towel around his waist. The bruises on his body seemed to have settled a little bit as he looked into the mirror at his reflection. Just as he began towel drying his hair, there was a knock at the door, while it would have usually been Jon, he knew for a fact that Jon was going to be late back. What with all of the 'Shield fan girls' as they called them, littering the parking lot and screaming for autographs. He decided not to answer, and continued on with what he was doing.
Only a few moments later, yet another knock, this time louder. He sighed to himself and made his way out into the main area of his hotel room, he looked through the small peephole and sighed when he saw who was stood there.
"What do you want?" He called through the door, leaning against it as he waited for an answer.
"I need to talk to you, it's important." Claudio shouted back, he was wearing one of his signature red 'Cesaro' t-shirts and a simple pair of black jeans that hugged his figure nicely. He held his phone in his hand and sighed. "Oh for fuck sake Phil, open the door."
A few moments later, the lock on Phil's door ticked over and it slowly swung open. Claudio took it upon himself to walk into Phil's hotel room and shut the door behind himself. Phil did nothing to acknowledge his friend, instead he simply grabbed some fresh clothes from his suitcase and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door. Claudio looked around and then perched himself on the end of Phil's bed. God, he was on edge. He held his phone in his hand and repeatedly looked at the image on the screen. It felt like an hour had passed by the time Phil reemerged.
"So, what do you want?" Phil questioned, pulling Claudio from his distant thoughts. He was stood in the doorway to the bathroom, arms crossed as he lent against the door frame.
"Oh come on, you're not still mad at me." Claudio shook his head. Laughing slightly as if to say 'this is ridiculous'. Phil's face did not change in the slightest way. He continued to stare at Claudio with an angered look.
"Oh come the fuck on." Claudio shook his head. "It was a fucking cookie Phil, a cookie."
"It was the last god damn cookie and I wanted it." Phil shot back, trying hard to hold the smile that would soon creep up onto his face. Claudio was right, it was ridiculous. But Phil loved the cookies that catering made each week, and today was his cheat day.
"If it means that much to you I'll buy you a cookie tomorrow okay?" Claudio tried to reason with Phil. He knew this argument was completely stupid and unnecessary, but he was willing to go along with it any way.
"That's nice, thank you." Phil finally broke his facade, a smile crossed his face and he laughed at how ridiculous the conversation sounded. "So what, did you come here to apologize for the cookie incident, or are you going to ask me to go out tonight?"
"Neither, actually."
"Okay..." Phil looked at Claudio with a puzzled expression. "What is it then?"
The look on Claudio's face changed drastically as he thought back to the real reason why he was in Phil's room in the first place. They had been friends for a fairly long time, not that they ever hung out together. They were both far too busy, and they both led extremely different lives. Claudio was big on drinking, gambling and crazy nights out in Vegas. Where as Phil was more of a homebody. When he thought about it, Claudio was probably classed as the less attractive version of Jon. In fact, no, that was a lie. Claudio was attractive... he just wasn't Jon. Claudio looked down at his phone once again and glanced back at Phil.
"I don't know if I should tell you, or show you." He bit his bottom lip, worried about what Phil's reaction might be.
"What is it?" Phil questioned, suddenly becoming slightly worried. He hadn't been in contact with Claudio in the past few weeks, except for passing 'hello's at events, when Claudio simply sighed in response. Phil walked over and snatched the iPhone from Claudio's grasp. He looked at the screen and what he saw, made him almost physically sick.
'What the fuck!? Who knew they were gay?'
'Never saw this coming!'
'This has seriously put me off of watching wrestling...'
'You sure this isn't photoshopped?'
'What happened to Lita?'
The comments continued, seemingly endless. Phil paniced slightly as he scrolled back up, the picture infront of him already had too many views to count, it had been shared a copious amount of times, favourited, retweeted, reblogged...
"Fuck." Phil swore in disbelief, this had to be some sort of surreal horrible nightmare. "When did this happen? Who else knows?"
"What? You mean besides the entire population of twitter?" Claudio joked, trying to make light of the conversation. "Look Phil, it's not a big deal... Well, I mean it is but, try not to look at it like that. I was more scared about the way you'd react. But trust me, it doesn't bother me and it shouldn't bother any one else in the locker room either."
Everything Claudio was saying seemed to be going in one ear and out of the other. Phil couldn't remove his eyes from the screen no matter how hard he tried. There he was, naked and in bed with Dean fucking Ambrose. Not that the picture showed entirely that much, but the fact that both of their bare chests were showing, and Jon lay next to Phil with a smile on his face was a clear fucking give away that something was going on. Nothing seemed to be processing in Phil's mind properly. He remembered taking this photo, it was on his phone. It was a stupid selfie that he'd taken after they'd spent the night together a week or so ago. So how the fuck had anyone else gotten hold of it? And why was it on twitter?
While the moments ticked by like minutes, the initial shock wore off into pulsing anger. Phil took a deep breath and bit his bottom lip. He shook his head in disgust and then felt the need to leave. He needed to run away. He needed to do something. It wasn't embarressment, no, it was more or less the idea of not having any control over the current situation. Not long ago he had been pleasantly contemplating his relationship with Jon, and now he was regretting the whole fucking thing.
"I need to go." Phil almost threw his words at Claudio before he shoved the phone back in his friends hand. He quickly pulled on a pair of shoes and a jacket before grabbing his room key. "I really need to fucking go."
"What are you talking about!?" Claudio questioned, noticing Phil's impulsive nature coming into play once again. "Phil, it's really not a big deal! It's nothing to be ashamed of." He stood up, quick on Phil's heels as he watched his friend attempt to leave the hotel room as fast as possible.
"Phil, calm down!" Claudio grabbed Phil's arm in an attempt to get him to stay. Perhaps there was a logical explanation to all of this? All they had to do was discuss it like adults.
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down." Phil shoved Claudio off of him, causing the Swiss native to stumble backwards slightly. He was taken aback for a moment before he saw his friend storming out of the room. He pulled the door open in a desperate rage before finally stopping and turning to face Claudio.
"I knew I couldn't fucking trust that son of a bitch to keep a secret." Phil sighed, holding the door open for his friend. "Get the fuck out of my room."
"What son of a bitch?" Claudio questioned again, attempting to be the rational one in their conversation. He made his way out of Phil's room and back into the hallway, where other talents were minding their own business. One part of the tag team Champions, Cody Rhodes stuck his head out of the door just opposite to Phil's wondering what all of the commotion was. He hadn't long returned to his room, and still had the door slightly ajar as he enjoyed a late night session of drinking with his room mates and a few other members of the WWE roster.
"What is going on?" He looked to Claudio and Phil who were now having an awkward stand off in the hallway, the last place they wanted to be seen arguing. Claudio shook his head as if to say 'nothing'. He wanted to avoid causing too much of a scene.
"What is going on?" Phil laughed at Cody's question. "Why don't you fucking check twitter? That'll tell you whats going on. I swear to god I am going to kill that asshole." Phil fumed, storming off down the hallway in the opposite direction. He had no idea where Jon might be, but he had some idea. The first place he would check would be Colby and Joe's room, that seemed the only logical starting point.
"You don't even know it was him!" Claudio tried one last ditch attempt to reason with the WWE Champion, but it was too late. Phil was on a warpath, he felt angry, frustrated and humiliated. How dare Jon share their secret with the world. There was no time for rational thinking at this point, and any coherant though Phil had was long gone and blinded by the sour rage he was feeling. He was ready to attack at any moment as he felt the blood pumping through his veins, anger rushing though him and reaching every inch of his being. He was a man on a mission, and his target was sat directly on Jonathan Good.
AN: I had the simple pleasures of listening to "Guts Over Fear" by Eminem on repeat while writing this, along with a huge mug of nescafe latte. I'm not kidding when I say huge... I don't think I'm sleeping tonight. So anyway, I hope you liked the stupid little comedic joke about the cookie. I thought it was pretty funny. Damn Phil doesn't know when to quit does he? Who are we siding with here? Do you think Jon did share that picture?