"My name is CM Punk, and I am the Voice of the Voiceless. As many of you may know I have had my fair share of endeavours here within the WWE. I have started from the bottom, and became one of the greatest. I have had my spats, I have had broken bones, I have had torn muscles, I have bled. I been at the top of my game, and then sank back down to the bottom, now that's not why I'm here today. This comes straight from the board of directors ladies and gentlemen. That if I don't make a formal apology for all my disruptions that I have made in the WWE over the course of the last 2 years, then my contract will be terminated."
He listened to them as they "booed" at what he said. Just as he was about to say something else, he hear them chant "CM Punk, CM Punk, CM Punk" over and over again,
"Boy do I ever love you guys. That's exactly why I'm going to apologize. I can't walk away after everything I did, It's not my time yet." He listened as the crowd roared. "So to everyone that's watching, and to the WWE Universe... I apologize for all my actions that have caused disruptions, I'm sorry."
It's almost like he choked on those words, he doesn't say them very often. He dropped the mic and left the ring as his theme played once again through the arena. As soon as he got back staged everything changed. It was quiet.. it's not normally like that. Something had to be up.
"Kofi what's happening?"
"Dude.. everyone's shocked that you did that.. Vince was even back stage waiting he didn't think you would apologize, as soon as he thought you were going to goof around he was going to go out."
"Why is it so shocking to everybody that I actually like this place? Sure I may not like some of the people here but you get that wherever you go, it doesn't matter who you are.."
"Hey dude I hear ya.. I'm with you 100% I'm glad you did that, it would kinda suck not having you around here."
"Thanks bud, good luck on your match tonight!" he said as he left Kofi
Phil went back to his dressing room and pack all his bags since he was still in his street clothes and started walking back to his bus.
"Hey Jess I got a missed call, I gotta go for a few minutes" Chantelle said to her best friend
"Okay, but can't it wait CM Punk's in the middle of talking" Jess said almost Begging
"No sorry but tell me what happens I'll be right back" She said walking trying to find some sort of exit out of the building.. She felt like she was walking for ages, when she finally came to an exit. She dialed back the number that had called.
It rang a few times and then a voice answered.
"Hello" a man greeted
"Hello, um you called my number?"
"Yeah is this Chantelle Broad?"
"Yes may I ask who I'm speaking to?
"It's your father..."
Phil just got out the back doors walking towards his bus when he heard a girl yelling to someone.. Him just being his curious self was trying to figure out what she was yelling about.. When he heard her, it made a piece of his heart break.
"YOU LEFT." "I WAS JUST A LITTLE GIRL" "HAVE YOU EVEN CHANGED AT ALL!?"
"WHY DON'T YOU GO GET HELP RATHER THEN ASKING YOUR OWN DAUGHTER YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IN OVER 20 YEARS FOR MONEY! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS"
He didn't even hear he say goodbye.. Then he felt something hit his foot. He looked down to see a now shattered iPhone at his feet. He picked up the phone, and went to put all his gear in the bus. Phil was getting off the bus again, to go return her phone to her, when he saw she was looking around for it where he was just standing.
"I assume you're looking for this" Phil said looking down at a very watered eye lady.
"Thanks, I thought I lost it for good" she said taking the phone from his hands and shoving it back in the pocket of her well fitted jeans.
"You're welcome" he stated as she started to walk away. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine..I'm just going to go back in and find my seat" Chantelle stated with weakness in her voice.
"you really don't recognize who I am, do you?" Phil said with Curiosity
"Ya. I know who you are. I'm just not going to bother you with my personal problems.."
"You're not a bother to me if I am the one who asked in the first place, plus you can't get in that way.. So why don't you come in my bus sit down and get you a cup of tea, it's kind of cold out here."
"No offense but why would I do that.. You never even introduced yourself.."
"I'm sorry, My names Phil Brooks." he said with a cute smile on his face..
"Hi Phil, My names Chantelle Broad"
"Pretty name for a pretty lady, so come on he said as he grabbed her hand"
I pulled my hand back not expecting him to do that at all. I Felt something, like a shock go through my body. Yeah sure this guy was cute and handsome. I would never admit that though. I believe in pretty much everything he says because it's true.. Maybe it just finally hit me when I watched his Documentary one day and realized that were not that much different.
"Why did you pull away?" Phil questioned me
"Sorry it scared me, I wasn't expecting that."
"Oh sorry, my apologies then I shouldn't have did that, come on watch your step"
he warned me as we were getting on the bus.
Phil gave me the grand tour of his bus, I have to admit at parts when he was showing me, just the way he explained things made me smile for some reason. I don't know why though.. Finally after that "long" tour of the bus, Just kidding wasn't that long, we sat down on his couch.
"So Chantelle If you don't mind me asking. Who were you yelling at on the phone"
"Oh you heard that?"
"yeah kinda" he said
"It was my father." When I said that I notice a look change in his face, it was like what I said affected him in a way..
"I'm sorry if I upset you Phil I.."
"No it's okay, just thought of something that had happened a while back. Are you and your father okay?" he asked me
"Well.. See.. Uh.. That's the first time I talked to him in just over 20 years."
"Oh I'm Sorry, I didn't know"
"It's okay I know you didn't.. My Father was an alcoholic and abused his fair share of drugs.." I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, doing everything in my power not to let them fall.
"He basically put my mom through so much emotional and mental stress that she was hospitalized.. It upset me when he called me sounding like he was drunk again asking for money.. I have like no family. And it just.." Now I couldn't stop the tears from silently falling.. I felt him put his arm around me and pull me in for a hug.
"Shh, everything will work itself out, I know exactly where your coming from my family is the same way as well as my brother.. My little sister Chaleen is the only one that I still talk to." he was saying to me, my face still was red and puffy..
"Phil do you have a cold cloth or sink I could use?" I asked looking up at him. Something about him was so thrilling, his eyes, his smile.
"Yeah My bathroom is the first door on your left before you hit the bunkers."
"Thank you" I said as I walked towards the bathroom, once I got in there I washed my face with cold water seeing if that would do anything. It look like it was helping. Oh my god what am I doing.. I am Phil Brook's bus. With him here.. Many girls would kill to be in the place I am in right now.. Why was he being so nice to me.. What did I do to deserve his kindness.. I didn't even stay in my seat to listen to what he had to say..
I could here Phil moving around the bus, then all of a sudden I heard a loud banging.. and a lot of stuff falling.. I thought I should go check out what it was.. I finished up what I was doing and made sure I looked better then what I did, and as soon as I opened up the door.. I saw punk laying on the ground looks barley moving, and then I came face to face with non other then Brock Lesnar..
