Chapter 4- And the winner-Cm Punk vs Dolph Ziggler

Punk sat alone in his locker-room, he felt like a fool to even thinking Chris Jericho was into him.

"All these time...all these fucking time." Punk hits his fist against the wall. "And he was into fucking Dolph Ziggler!"

His friends sat silently on Punks bench; neither man knew what to say. They were afraid to say something that might boil punks blood.

"Dolph?" Cody Rhodes repeated disgusted with the thought of Dolph and Jericho together in bed...doing some very, VERY naughty things together. "Ugh no, that is wrong in so many levels I just can't picture it…picture them together." He waved it off like a bug, didn't want anything to do with it.

Punk rolled his eyes in return. "That-that...You know what, i don't care and i don't give a fuck what the stupid old man does with his life and i obviously don't care about Mr. Showoff himself."

Kofi gives his best friend a pat on the back.

Kofi knew Punk was trying to get over it, he knew deep down inside he cared, punk cared so much that it practically killed him inside.

"Maybe...maybe we could ask the shield for help!" Damien suggested.

"First of all, I'm not there leader. Ambrose, Rollins or Reigns are not going to randomly attack Jericho and Dolph for my selfishness." Punk pointed out before Damien could get ahead of himself with the plan.

Cody tapped his chin thinking of an idea, but nothing came to mind.

Kofi clapped his hand together, getting ever body attention.

"Punk," Kofi called out." Man i hate seeing you like these! We are going to find those guys and kick there ass once and for-"

Punk stepped in front of Kofi and settled his hand down on both Kofi shoulders.

"Nonono! I care about Jericho...I care about him a lot...and-and if his happy...so am I." Punk struggled with his sentence." What hurts most was that -was that- I thought all those times...all those fucking times...we were together. I thought he really liked me..."

Punk shook his head with disappointment. "I'm leaving alright; it's just, i need to be alone." without a single word spoken from either man, punk walked out the locker room leaving behind his dignity.

He needed to clear his mind. Get away for a while maybe then he could figure out what to do and how to get over the whole Jericho and Dolph thing.

He dragged his body along the hall way, he honestly didn't know where he was going but once he arrived to a certain someone's door...he figured this is where he will find all his answers.

Chris Jericho's locker-room.

Punk found himself shaking up a bit, he was nervous as fuck, first of all what was he going to tell Jericho? What if Dolph was there?

"Fuck." Punk turned on his heel and got ready to leave when a sudden voice stopped him from walking away.

"Punk?" The older man called out from the direction punk was leaving in.

"Jericho...uh hi."

"Hey? Did you need something?"

Punk nervously laughed and scratched the back of neck. "No actually yes...i mean...Well we need to talk...alone."

Jericho smiled and pointed at this door. "Alright come on."

Both men were inside Jericho locker-room. It turned into something serious, something punk didn't really like dealing with.

He needed answers; he needed to know what the hell happen.

"Soooo-"Jericho began but was soon cut off short by Punk.

"Are you going out with Dolph?" Punk demanded instantly.

Jericho jaws tighten. His face was priceless; he took his eyes off of punk and stared directly at his own shoes."Dolphy-baby," He whispered underneath his breath. "Who told you?" Jericho asked punk.

"I heard you two talking." Punk honestly replied.

"Phil-"

But Jericho didn't have a chance to speak, Punk harshly pushed Jericho against the wall. Making the older man head wince in pain.

"No Jericho, don't you 'Phil me'... You told me you liked me! You're a liar! That's right a liar! I trusted you. I-I.. Liked you but you-you used me for your sexually advantage! Or am i disgusting to you? What am i to you Jericho!? Did you use me to get to Dolph! Did you! I'm here trying not to care about the fact you just ditched me and went after Dolph fucking Ziggler without even thinking about my feelings...why?" Punk glared down at Jericho who shoved the older man once more making sure he was listening.

"Phil! I will not! I repeat I will not go out with someone who can't even admit to themselves that they are gay. You don't even know what you want Phil! Stop making me look like the bad guy! Just STOP IT! I do like you, but i also like Dolph. I wasn't using you for sex! I wasn't using you PERIOD! And I am not going to break it off with Dolph just because you're over here bitching at me. Everyone knows I'm gay everyone knows Dolph is gay...but YOU...your hiding it. You're afraid."

"I AM NOT AFRI-"

"Don't interrupt me! Just don't, I asked you out BEFORE Dolph and I started going out. I asked you and you replied with 'uh i don't know...I'm not really into guys and i don't think it's going to work out'. You think you're the only with a broken heart? WRONG! You weren't there for me at anything! When I lost who was there Phil WHO WAS

THERE! Sure as hell wasn't YOU there for my every lost or my every wins! He was there for everything! But you weren't! YOU only cared about that stupid title belt that's all you fucking care about! You know what that doesn't matter to me...I like him a lot Phil I love him."

"B-But I love you."

Jericho looks away from Phil; he could feel the tears start to swell up. Punk eyes were already pouring out like a waterfall; he took a step back away from Jericho realizing he had just lost the best thing yet.

"if you did, you wouldn't have pushed me away."

"Jericho... don't. Please" He cry's.

"Dolph waiting for me i have to go. Why don't you go with your precious belt of yours...I mean. That's all you care about anyways."

Without waiting for a reply, Jericho dashes out the room. Punk watches the door slam shut.

Punk sadly looks down at the belt long forgotten close to his feet. He looks back to where Jericho use to be, mumbling a last sorry before heading out the locker-room leaving the title belt behind.

From afar he sees Dolph and Jericho kissing one another. The kiss was tender…Jericho wasn't lying when he said he loved the guy. The way they held on to each other, cling for more…it made Punk feels weak…he left to a different direction, cursing Dolph name underneath his breath.

The Showoff just proved to Punk…that Dolph Ziggler was in best in the world.