Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, unfortunately…

A/N: This is a totally random story that got in my head after watching MTV's Rivals O.O It will be rated M for language and possible adult situations. Hope you enjoy.

Rivals

He was having a déjà vu moment. That was the most predominant thought that ran through CM Punk's mind as he sat over one of the folding chairs neatly arranged in the catering area of whatever arena he was that day. So yeah, he has lived that moment before, many many times and in sooo many different ways.

It was like this; like many times before he was tired, he was crabby and the part that amused him in some weird kind of way because for some reason it always repeated itself, while he tried to catch up with some sleep he kept listening people whispering around their 'shhh, don't wake up Punk.'

Well, he was already awake and yes, it was all courtesy of all those assholes that kept whispering loudly within his hearing ratio. Thanks to them he hadn't even managed to doze off and he could feel the weight of extenuation falling hard on him.

Ah, but realistically speaking he had no one to blame but himself; he should have slept instead of going to the gym that morning but what could he say? It was always the same and he was used to his warped cycle of life. Airport, eat, gym, eat, bikes, eat, cat nap, stretching, wrestling, airport, eat… there was barely time to squeeze a healthy sleeping pattern between one thing and the other and in his early thirties, his way of life was finally taking a toll on him.

Thank sweet Jebus that it was all going to end soon.

Shifting in his chair and adjusting his cap so it would cover his face all the way to his lips, the Straight Edge superstar cleared his throat, his intention to make everyone know that their whispers just woke him up.

"Hey Punk, are you awake, bro?"

Blinking his eyes open, the Chicago native took in a deep long breath. "No."

"Good, because I gotta tell you this; that promo-shoot you said Monday night, that was the best thing I've seen in such a long time. I personally identified with it."

Punk didn't reply to that, during the past few days he has been put aside by many of his peers, some questioning him, some congratulating him or plain and simple telling him how shocked they were by all the things he said. And to everybody, his answer has been the same, none.

"At first I thought you were going to get in trouble but you are here and you wouldn't be here if you got in trouble. Hmm, I wonder why Vince called this urgent meeting; some people are saying that WWE is going back to the attitude era and that this meeting will be all about that."

Punk closed his eyes again and sucked into his mouth his lip ring, running his tongue through it and wondering if Matt aka Zack Ryder would shut his mouth and leave him alone. He was in no mood for people, especially if they were the talking kind.

"Anyway, here he comes Vince; let's see what this is all about. I just hope it's not a mass suspension… I don't think it will be because Cena and Orton are here and Vince wouldn't suspend them, the rest of us… who knows?" The young superstar said and even though Punk was not looking at him, he could visualize him sitting by his side and talking his heart out.

The question was, since then they were talking buddies? Exactly, since never.

"Hello everybody."

Came the deep voice of Vincent K. McMahon and even though Punk could care less about what he was going to say, he pushed his cap in place and sat up straight. Last meeting he attended to the Boss had the courtesy of calling him out loud for dozing off at the back of the room and in that particular day he didn't want the attention.

"I know you must be wondering what this rushed meeting is all about and I'm going to fill you in right now. As you know by now, this week we taped double episodes of Raw and Smackdown, some of you have personally come to me and asked me why but I didn't want to say anything until today. Now gentleman, to get ourselves a little warmed up I want you to take a look around and notice the group of people I reunited tonight, go ahead, take your time."

Snorting, Punk noticed how everyone who sat in his line of vision started to look around. It was idiotic, he didn't look around and just sat there, shaking his head and thinking that he should have skipped this meeting.

He could have lied and say he wasn't in the country or something; but no, he got the call and here he was. Worst decision ever.

"Alright, can someone here tell me what they notice? John, can we start with you?"

Throwing his head back, Punk closed his eyes and blew out a breath. Yes, bad, bad decision.

"Well, I see a bunch of wrestlers?"

"Do you see someone you dislike?"

At the question, John laughed out loud. "Um, no…"

"Liar!" Someone called from the back and at that Punk chuckled. That has been Miz, he recognized the voice alright and he was sure that most of the people in the room did too.

"But I have a feeling a lot of people dislike me." John responded in his always good natured way.

"How about you, Mike?" Vince asked.

"Yes,"

"Well that's more like it. Gentleman, let me tell you about a new program we have. With the WWE getting more media cover by the day and the PG era slowly slipping through our fingers, Linda and I started to think that even if we became less kid friendly, we want people to see us as a unit, almost as a family. But as we mused about that we realized that we can't do that with the ridiculous amount of animosity we have in the locker room and that's why we came up with the idea of sending you to a two week group therapy."

Unable to stop himself, Punk laughed out loud. That got everyone's attention alright and feeling all eyes on him he got to his feet and stretched. "Well, that's rad Vince, really… but I'm leaving in three weeks; meaning that I won't be here for your new pet program; meaning that I don't have to go to any group therapy."

"That's where you are wrong, Philip. You belong to me for the next three weeks and trust me on this one; you are the first one listed in this program. So why don't you sit down and listen to what I have to say?"

Wrinkling his nose and pursing his lips, Punk sat down once again and not caring if he was being childish or not, he pushed his cap down his face and tried to sleep the meeting away.

"As I was saying; with this program I don't pretend you all to become best friends forever; however I do expect all of you to collaborate and do the best for it to be successful. With that being said let me explain how it will work."

"After this meeting is done you will all go to the parking lot and get in a bus that is already waiting for you. That bus will take you to an undisclosed location where you will spend the next two weeks; and as I said before, this is going to be a group therapy, but because most of your issues are with a specific person, you will be paired with guess whom, your worst enemy."

"What a waste of time." Punk mumbled under his breath as the rest of his peers groaned out loud.

"I don't have an enemy, or do I? Oh, who do you think Vince will pair you with?" Matt said from his place besides him and Punk swallowed down the urge to say that if he didn't shut up he was going to get one very soon.

"While you are away, you and your partner will have to engage in some trust exercises and you will have to rely on each other to make it through… and win."

"What about or stuff, can't we at least pack?" Cody asked and there were a few whispers agreeing with him.

"Nope." Vince replied with a big grin. "Each pairing will be given one bag with a few essentials that of course you'll have to share. Anyway, that's the only thing I will say about that and other than knowing who your partner will be, you don't need to know anything else for the time being. So let's start. Mike, since you are very vocal let's start with you, you and Cena are the first team. As for now you two have to be inseparable so go and sit with your partner."

"No, why, Vince… is this for real?"

Without revealing his face, Punk snorted. Miz and Cena… Those two were not going to make it. That was for sure.

"Morrison, you and Ryder. Go sit together."

"What, are you serious bro?"

"I am very serious. Bourne and Swagger, Wade and Jackson… and Randy, why don't you go and wake up your partner, Punk seems to have a thing for falling asleep during meetings so from now on it will be your duty to keep him awake and alert if you want to win."

With that last reveal and as Vince kept reading names out of a list, Punk took his cap off in a swift movement and with his brows furrowed he looked around the room until he spotted Randy. The younger man had his head thrown to the back of his chair and both his hands were placed at the top of his head.

He seemed as displeased as Punk was feeling and unable to hold his tongue, the Chicago native snorted and addressed Vince out loud. "Can I have a say in this? I don't need any group therapy; this is the worst idea ever."

"Well look at that, he's awake." Vince said and smiled his diabolic smile.

"I agree with that, this is pointless." Randy said and Punk found himself nodding.

"Me too, as weird as this sounds I agree with them." John said with a chuckle.

"Me three."

"Well I don't care what you think; I'm the boss here and what I say is what you will do. The meeting is done so I'll see you in three weeks. Oh, and unless you want me to make you walk out holding hands, you better go to your partner and get the hell out of here." With that being said, Vince walked to the door and stood there, his arms folded to his chest as the group of wrestlers started to get up to their feet while looking for their partners.

While all this took place, Punk remained seated; his own arms were folded to his chest in the same manner than Vince's as he shook his head no. He didn't like the group therapy idea and he liked even less that he had to team up with Orton.

Sure, he wouldn't say that the current champion was his worst enemy, but after their last feud there has been some kind of animosity between them and it was clear that they didn't like each other that much.

Once everyone was out of the room, Vince cleared his throat and Punk looked up to him. He was still standing by the door and as he watched him he also noticed that Orton was standing near the exit, both his hands were resting over his hips as he looked outside.

"The bus is leaving, so you two get out of here right now."

Grunting, Punk stood up and keeping his eyes focused on Vince, he walked out the door. He was aware that once he walked pass Orton, the younger man started to walk after him and he snorted, feeling everything but amused.

These were going to be the worst two weeks of his life, he just knew it.

TBC?