AN: Since Brock Lesnar's return, I noticed that CM Punk has been alone lately. So this is his (fake) hidden thoughts. I'm sorry it's so short!
Enjoy!
I'm a Heyman guy.
He's been managing me for months now.
I completely trust him as a manager, a friend, a human being.
He previously turned a normal big guy to a feared big guy, but that guy left wrestling.
He then turned me into God.
So why do I have this weird feeling?
I gave up my old life for him, and he got me more than I even had before.
He taught me so many things.
He was my manager.
My best friend.
My mentor.
He was almost a father figure to me.
He believed in me when none of these freeloaders could even see the greatness in me.
He was there for me fight after fight.
I was there for him through every accusation and conspiracy.
He was even there for me after I lost my title, which devasted both me- but most importantly him.
Since I lost my championship, Paul has been making strange calls to this stranger.
Monday night came and I was fearing that Paul would actually get fired.
What was I going to do without my best friend?
Then I saw something that just turned everything around...
Brock Lesnar was back.
At first I didn't react much, he was only going to be here for Wrestlemania.
But I saw Paul's gloomy wary frown from my huge downfall turn up and he was proud of his other prodigy.
At least I hope he has 2 prodigies.
I hope I'm his other prodigy.
Brock has been here a couple weeks.
I have been alone more often since most of the time Paul hung out with Lesnar, he always had a smile on his face showing of his second prized fighter, well, technically first.
I sighed.
I continued to stretch.
"Punk, I'm going out in the ring with Brock tonight. You'll be fine by yourself, right?"
"Yeah. Of course, Paul."
Another night by myself.
He smiled brightly and patted my shoulder.
Later on that night, he walked out with Brock with a big smile plastered across his face and pride gleamed in his eyes.
"I got two words for you... BROCK LESNAR!"
He yelled his name for the whole world to hear louder than he's every said mine.
Pointed to his fighting prodigy, his first prodigy.
I sighed again and pressed play on my iPod.
Brock was always going to be first.
I was always going to be second.
That's how it was always going to be.
I started my workout, pushing myself to do harder.
If I lifted more, do more, punched and kicked harder.
Maybe, just maybe I'll finally be number 1.
I'll finally be good enough.