Somewhere in his head this was a good idea a brilliant idea, he listened to his friend bitch on and on and on about how Punk never shut up. He told him over the phone he would shut him out and they laughed about it, then he sat and thought about it and slowly the idea formed and it became a good idea. So he went out of his way getting a plan ticket not in his name. Then that phone the one he could just toss when he was done he needed one of those. Then he got a hotel room in the fake not his name it was perfect and soon he'd shut up that smarmy smart mouth little asshole for good.
He waited a long time several weeks from when Paul sent him packing. Watching Raw every week with out fail using texts to track Punk's activities after every show and finally he planned his flight, he flew to where he needed to be, got his hotel room and waited.
He waited…
He waited watched the TV in his hotel room and as soon as Raw was over he watched to make sure his room mate went off to drink with Cena and a few of the other guys and then he stalked him quietly making sure he wasn't seen until he saw what Room the little shithead was in. He waited till the hallway was empty and quite; he waited and waited until the perfect moment. He stepped up to the door and knocked once twice three times. He waited again listening in amusement at the cussing coming from the shit head inside that room and when the door opened he smirked.
"What do you want?" He snapped looking pissed he really didn't want to deal with the man standing outside the door.
With out a word passing he lips he punched Punk hard in the face sending him crashing back into the room following him inside the room shutting the door softly and grabbing the smaller man by the front of his shirt and punching him again harder this time, it was so nice not to have to hold back, his anger boiled up and he punched Punk again driving him to the floor punching over and over again. Then he stopped starring down at Punk, blood oozed from a gash on his forehead. The smaller man took a swung at him but it was easy catching the hand and tossing it aside.
With a smirk he wrapped his fingers around the skinny throat of Punk and pressed down, grinning coldly as the green eyes went wide in terror as his oxygen was cut off.
He leaned in close tightening his grip. "You feel that punk, you feel that you little asshole, I hold your life in my hands," He smirked as Punk pawed at his hands trying to break the hold on his throat he squeezed hard watching his eyes go wider as he tried to breath. He smirked slowly leaning in again whispering softly. "I could let you die, and there is NOTHING you could do to stop me,"
The drumming of heels on the floor beneath him as he tightened it again, he suddenly pulled his hands back and started punching him in the side of the head over and over and over again, while Punk struggled to regain oxygen into his lungs, blood sprayed forth hitting him in the face.
He smirked again before he wrapped his hands around punks throat and leaned in. "you say...one word...I'll come back here, and kill you," He hissed coldly before pulling his hand from Punks throat and grabbing his lip ring and with out an ounce of pity ripped it free.
Before he punched Punk squarely in the face getting to his feet he slowly backed up looking at his handy work and then he drew his foot back, kicking the smaller man several times before he walked out of the room shutting the door softly with out another word leaving the bleeding unconscious man behind.
He slipped the bloody ring of silver into his pants pocket as he slipped down the stairwell and to the doors to the outside world; He pulled the cell phone from with in his pocket and dialed the one number it could call.
"Its done,"
He whispered into the phone and then made his way down the street vanishing from view somehow miraculously unseen.
TBC
