Four days have now passed since then, and now it was a Friday night, which meant an episode for SmackDown for the WWE Superstars and Divas.

CM Punk, sporting a dark blue hoodie, sat alone at his personal locker room as he blasted tunes from his iPod, the sound barely escaping from his Beats headphones. He had a look of disdain on his face, trying to drown it away with music. It wasn't working though, as the attack at the hands of the Wyatt Family still lingered on his head. It didn't hurt as much as when he was attacked by Brock Lesnar or Ryback, but he looked at this attack just the same, for he sought to get back at them.

A knock came at the door, and fortunately he was able to hear it. It was Daniel Bryan. Sporting a gray shirt with the words "Respect The Beard" on it with his hair now tied into a knot, Bryan slowly walked right in as Punk went back to his seat.

"Hey, Punk. How's it going?" Bryan says casually.

Punk merely widens his eyes and points to his headphones. Bryan motions for him to remove it, and he does.

"Yo, Daniel. How's it hangin'?"

"Oh, I'm good. Nothing much, except you know, I got jumped last week. Had to go check in with the local hospital, luckily doctors cleared me to compete tonight."

"The Shield must've pulled a fast one on ya, huh?" Punk said, grabbing a bottle of water from a nearby fridge. He tosses a bottle to Bryan.

"It wasn't The Shield."

"Oh, really? Well, that's a first." Punk said, taking big gulps out of his drink.

"It was The Wyatt Family."

Punk spits out his drink in shock.

"What?!"

Bryan nods his head. "Yup. They jumped me, and because of that I was nearly forbidden to compete tonight. But, luckily, doctors did clear me."

"Hmm. You know, it's funny. I don't know if you've heard, unfortunately I wasn't able to hear about yours. But, I was attacked by The Wyatts too."

"Really now?" Bryan says, scratching his beard and squinting.

"Uh huh. So, there could be a million reasons why they chose to attack you, and why they chose to attack me. But there's two reasons that spring to mind right now."

"And what are those reasons?"

"Well, buddy." Punk says putting an arm around Bryan. "Reason one, is that we're two devilishly handsome, good-looking guys."

Bryan snickers. "Well, that is true. Can't deny that."

"Reason two, is that they've got beef with us. Now, I'm not opposed to them being jealous of our good looks, but my gut tells me it's the latter."

"What do you propose we do with it?"

"We fight back."