I have no ownership of WWE characters. This idea came to me after some inbred wrestling fan tried to shove C.M. Punk down some stairs. John Cena isn't safe in this story either.

Punk was going to pay dearly. He'd pay with his life too. There was no way that evil sonofabitch would get away with everything he'd done. Guy White smiled when he thought about how he and John Cena would become best buds after he delivered the miscreant to him. Cena would see to it that Punk received his just reward.

Perhaps Guy and his hero would torture Punk to death together. Guy had many ideas in mind too. They would have fun, and Punk's mouth would be shut forever. No one would fault either of them, and Vince would probably keep them from prosecution. Guy thought of how he would be hailed a hero for doing what needed to be done long ago. He might even get to wrestle with John Cena as a tag team partner too.

White attended matches every time they came to town. He was such a great fan that he knew where several wrestlers liked to party after a show. He especially knew where Punk would go because before the ass turned into the devil, Guy was a major fan of the man.

He'd been in the club and watched his quarry from across the room. He crept closer and closer as the huge crowd in the room obscured his presence.

The wrestler obviously thought he could blend in here. After all, this wasn't the kind of crowd that would watch wrestling. He obviously didn't believe he needed his entourage here either, the cocky bastard. He didn't bring along any other wrestlers either. Guy snickered because he figured C.M. Punk no longer had any friends.

Punk had listened to some music while he drank a few sodas, then headed for the door. He probably was too caught up in himself to notice that his "stalker" had left before he did.

Since they checked everyone for weapons at the door, Guy had left the bag of "tools" in his black van. He waited patiently for Punk to leave the building. In addition, he'd made sure his van blocked the wrestler's car from the view of witnesses.

When Mr. "Best In The World" got to his car, Guy was standing between it and his van.

Punk stopped in his tracks when he saw someone blocking his way to the driver's side door.

"Hey dude, do you have a light?" He asked holding up a cigarette.

Punk seemed relieved. He said, "Sheesh, you scared me there buddy. Sorry. I don't smoke."

"Well maybe I have a match in here somewhere." He pretended to reach for one in his jacket pocket.

Punk tried to make his way to his car door, but Guy pulled a gun out of his pocket, and aimed it at Punk. The wrestler's eyes widened, and he seemed frozen in place. White cocked the gun.

"Look man…"

"Shut the fuck up and get in my van." He slid the door open and waved his victim into the vehicle. "I'll shoot you if you don't. Do you want to live?"

Punk slowly moved to the door. Guy could see that the asshole was weighing his options. Not getting shot must have been the choice taken because he started to enter the van.

Guy bashed him on the back of the head as he entered causing him to fall forward onto the floor, unconscious. White checked to see if the coast was clear and then got right to work. When he finished, he took off out of the parking lot and sped away, with captive in tow.

An hour later…..

Punk came to and couldn't move, or see. He couldn't breathe much either. The back of his head hurt like a mother fucker. He slowly began to realize that he was bound and gagged in some sort of a body bag. He also realized that he was in a moving vehicle.

Phil began to panic because being in a body bag could mean only one thing. His kidnapper was going to kill him in the bag, and then dump his concealed body.

If he didn't suffocate first.