I've become obsessed with CM Punk okay? I needed to write this so the events of Raw 1000 don't drive me to an early grave, but this actually has nothing to do with the events of the latest episode. But whatever I don't care, just enjoy.

I was hardly aware of the crowd cheering and chanting my name as I stumbled from the ring and into the locker rooms. I'm pretty sure I passed the majority of wrestlers as I walked down the halls, but my body was in too much pain to take full notice. I remember hearing a familiar voice down my ear, but I didn't understand it. As soon as I reached the closest bench to my locker I collapsed on to it hard as I let the pain coarse through my veins. I lay on my stomach since I could feel the effect that the kendle sticks had on my back, I could feel the blood trickling down from as high up as my shoulder blades, but it wasn't all bad news, at least I had beaten that idiot Daniel Bryan once again. I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approach me and I opened my eyes to see a tall man with hair the colour of a fire and skin as white as the god dam arctic.

"Sheamus." I muttered and sat up straight slowly and he took a seat next to me.

"You don't look so good." He said in his clear Irish accent looking me up and down. I spat a bit of blood that had been lingering around my mouth for a bit and sighed.

"Yeah, well Bryan caught me off guard. I didn't expect him to do some of the things he did." I looked straight ahead, trying not to make eye contact.

"Do you want me to get some of the medics?" Sheamus asked getting to his feet. I nodded and he left. As soon as he did I went straight to my locker and took out some jeans and a grey hoodie. I forced off my boots and slipped into the jeans. A couple of medics arrived just then and I sat down so they could inspect my back.

"Nothing to serious, a couple of the deep ones may scar but the majority of the cuts will heal in a couple of days." One of them, a man in his mid thirty's, told me and he started to dab at my back with a wet sponge.

"These bandages are just so you don't catch the cuts on your clothes and slow down the healing process." The other informed me, a young woman with blonde hair tied back, and she began to wrap bandages all the way around my stomach up to my chest. I sighed in frustration and as soon as she was done I pushed them out of the locker room, I need my space. I grabbed my jacket and zipped it up to the top and slipped on some trainers, the sooner I was out of this place the better. I barged through the door and straight down the hall to the nearest exit. I checked my phone to find two missed calls and five unread texts; I sighed and called the number back.

"Phil!" My little sister's voice rang clearly through the phone and into my ear, unfortunately.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Not really."

"Hey, at least you won." She said, trying to cheer me up.

"Of course I won, I'm CM Punk." I heard her laugh quietly.

"Are you coming round?"

"If you want."

"Yeah, I wanna make sure my big brothers still in one piece."

"Okay then, I will. Bye." And with that I hung up the phone. She was the younger sibling, yet she always seemed more protective over me, yeah when I was younger I was pretty small for my age but now I'm taller than average. I was so lost in my thoughts I felt myself ram into someone.

"Oh hey." A man with jet black hair and a South African accent said as he moved to one side. I nodded at him and carried on. Justin Gabriel, just an annoying pretty boy.

This is just a start, If you want me to carry on please review and the chapters will be longer...probably. Please review !