The Perfect Lie

Knee high black boots lightly tread along the grounds of the Mizzou Arena. They belonged to shapely blond wearing a golden fur coat, black tights underneath a pair of skimpy black shorts, and a black tank top with a golden fireball design on it. Every step she took left a trail of glitter. It could of only been Tiffany. She looked extremely hesitant of her surroundings as she pushed some of her messy, thick blond hair away from her face. The individual she was meeting had set up a very abnormal corner of the arena to dwell in. There were mannequin's piled up all around her. Just the torso's with arms, pale twisted bodies, but no legs. Their heads were also missing except for the one positioned behind the man she had arranged to meet up with. Cody Rhodes sat on a wooden box with the dummy seated a few feet above him. She was entirely sure why he felt the need to surround himself with bizarre things like this but she had quickly learned not to question crazy people during her time in the Midnight Gang.

| Tiffany | ..Hey..uh..I love this whole..uh..thing you've got going on here. Very arty. Has anyone ever told you that you're a genius?

Her attempt at conversation was met with silence. Rhodes' leather hood was pulled over his head and it cast a shadow over his masked. One eye was concealed but the other was open and seemed to be very wide. His golden World Title was clutched very protectively within his arms. Tiffany bit her bottom lip as the cold look she was given didn't do much to ease her apprehension.

| Tiffany | ..So..I'm here..because..I heard you're..ya know..looking for 'followers' or whatever. Well, I want in. I'm valuable. 

Rhodes didn't budge or any blink so it was impossible to judge what he thought of that statement.

| Tiffany | And on top of that..I know CM Punk.

The blond grinned a little and leaned forward with a little more confidence.

| Tiffany | We were a part of the same group for awhile. And he used to hang out with Kendrick. And I used to hang out with Kendrick. A lot. He's told me things about Punk. Things people don't know. I can let you know very little detail. I can help you keep that title of yours.

Tiffany savored the words as they spilled from her lips. Cody rose to his feet and she wisely backed up a step or two. The World Champion was not stupid. He knew this woman was a gold digger. She would hitch up with anyone she thought would take her along to the top.

| Cody Rhodes | I don't need anyone to tell me about CM Punk. I know about all about CM Punk. 

The shrouded man reached into his jacket and removed a realistic mask of Punk's face. He had thrown one in the garbage two weeks ago but it was obvious that he had produced more of them. He turned to the lone mannequin with a face and tugged the Punk mask onto it. It's skin hung loosely off of the round head and it's mouth hung open like a dead fish. Cody gently traced a finger along the fabric of the mask.

| Cody Rhodes | CM Punk's perfect life..is a perfect lie. The triumphant hero who courageously defended his beautiful girlfriend from the vile John Cena. The same hero who everyone expects is going to destroy me and once again become World Champion. Mr. Cool. The ruggedly handsome anti-hero who lives by his own rules. It's all..a..fantasy..

Cody turned back to face Tiffany after roughly shoving the face of the dummy away from him.

| Cody Rhodes | He receives a thunderous ovation every time he steps through a curtain. But that's because everyone seems to forget the things he's done. I have not. I know exactly the kind of human being CM Punk truly is. And I have to admit when I masqueraded as him two weeks ago to fool Kane I felt..

Rhodes paused and grazed a finger or two along the transparent mask his broken mind forced him to wear.

| Cody Rhodes | ..as if I understood why people like him so much. And I almost felt like I envied the life he has. He wakes up..and probably gets a lovely little text message from his hot, adoring girlfriend. Goes on with his day. His legion of stupid fans worship every move he makes, regardless of how sordid or villainous he behaves. He's the 'king' of this company, a title I rightfully deserved. The higher up's support him. ..I bet you find him attractive don't you, Tiffany?

In a clueless display, Tiffany didn't hesitate a second to answer.

| Tiffany | Yeah, he's pretty hot.

The scowl that appeared on Cody's face was deep and hate filled. The Diva quickly back peddled.
 

| Tiffany | But not as hot as you!

| Cody Rhodes | DON'T patronize me!

In anger, he threw one of the mannequin's to the floor and Tiffany jumped back a step. He didn't raise his voice often but when he did it was enough to cause alarm.

| Cody Rhodes | In contrast to CM Punk..I wake up every day..loathing my existence. 

He somehow sounded even more self deprecating than usual. 

| Cody Rhodes | I never asked to be like this. My life was broken into pieces after a trauma that very few people can relate to. I am not responsible for my actions. Being Cody Rhodes will always be miserable existence Because even if I am the World Champion..I can never have the kind of life that CM Punk does. I had used Kane in hopes that he would make him a paraplegic. But I am going to have to do it myself, obviously. I want the world to see what I do. I want them all to be filled..with..absolute..terror. I will force them all to remember the kind of man CM Punk is. I am going to pry their eyes wide open. He is the man that lays dormant until it suits his needs. The man who had cult of desperate followers. The man that willingly aligned himself with every psychopath he could find in order to destroy this company. ..Including you, Tiffany..

| Tiffany | Whoa, whoa! I'm not crazy! Everyone else was but not me! 

| Cody Rhodes | And you think..that you can help me expose not only CM Punk..but all of these other demons? You want to help me reveal these hideous creatures?

| Tiffany | That's why I'm here!

Cody inhaled sharply before pulling out a paper bag which he quickly unfolded.

| Cody Rhodes | Place this paper bag over your head.

| Tiffany | ..Uh..it's not filled with like maggots or pirahana's or anything is it?

| Cody Rhodes | Put the bag on.

Tiffany very slowly pulled her hair back to make room for the bag to be tugged over her face. There was two eye holes, a round nose, and small mouth. She posed slightly and placed two fingers on her cheeks, causing the bag to crumple a bit.

| Tiffany | Toss some glitter on and I can make it work!

| Cody Rhodes | No. No you can't.

Rhodes brought his face very closely to Tiffany's and aggresively snarled at her before speaking.

| Cody Rhodes | You don't know what it's like to hurt. You don't know what it's like to truly suffer. At one point you even willingly allied yourself with CM Punk. You can't help me. You can't even help yourself. Find another meal ticket. I would tell you to go shack back up with Punk but when Summer Slam is over, I will still be the reinging World Champion.

After giving his hood a swift tug to keep his face properly hidden, the champ stepped out of the camera's vision. Tiffany angrily removed the paper bag she had placed over her head but before she could voice her displeasure, the mannequin sporting the Punk mask fell onto the floor right behind her. It caused a loud thud and she shrieked and spun around to look down at it. She couldn't deal with the creepy environment anymore and dashed out of the scene with a purpose.