Title: When it all Falls Down: TNA story

Author: Dana

Rating: PG to be safe

Warnings: Wrestling violence.

Summary: In When it all Falls Down, Punk talks about his TNA days. This is the fic to show what happened.

Author's note: When it all Falls Down is not required reading. Actually you might want to read this fist.

Disclaimer: I own on one you recognize.

CM Punk walked down the hall back to the dressing room that he shared with Julio Dinero and Raven. He had been off in search of a Pepsi as his match was towards the end of the show.

He turned a corner and Slash. Punk prepared to attack when something was pushed against his face from behind. He was grabbed by the back of his hair and a cloth was pushed further into his face. He threw his can towards Slash. Everything was getting fuzzy as he inhaled the ether. He fell back into the waiting arms of Father James Mitchell.

Raven stood in the back painting his face preparing for his match with Vampiro. He had been waiting several weeks for this opportunity and now he had Vampiro right where he wanted him. The door slammed open.

"Boss I can't find Punk!" Julio Dinero said as he entered the room.

"What do you mean you can't find Punk?" Raven said turning around to face him. "Is he even here?"

"We arrived at the arena together. I haven't seen him since then."

"I'm sure he's fine," Raven said as he finished the paint on his face.

There was a knock on the door before the Director of Authority, Erik Watts, appeared. He came into the lockerroom and looked around surprised. "Where's Punk? I found a can of Pepsi on the ground outside of the lockerrom and thought it was his. He's the only wrestler on the roster that drinks a lot of Pepsi."

"You found it outside of the lockerroom?" Julio asked worry creeping up in his voice. He knew something was wrong. Raven was already on his feet. "We better find him."

"I'll have security search the arena," Erik said, "It sounds like we have a problem."

Julio and Raven left the lockerroom. "We better split up. I'll go left…"

"No," Raven interrupted, "that's a bad idea. If Mitchell has him, he'll go after you next. We'll search together."

Shane Douglas kicked Punk who was unconscious on the lockerroom floor. The Church stood awaiting orders from their leader, Father Mitchell.

"So now that we've got him," Shane said, "what are we going to do with him?"

Mitchell rubbed his hands together as he looked down at Punk. "Trust me Shane. The fun is just starting." He said and laughed. Soon everyone, who was conscious, joined in. Punk didn't even stir.