Ok, so I'm really excited for this story. It's my first multi-chapter Punk story that I've had in my head for a while. Also I'm so excited that Punk is coming back in two weeks that I can't hold off on this any longer. I even told my dad any father's day plans he has better end by 8, so I can see Punk. I really hope you all like this as much as I do! WWE owns all you know, I own those you don't. Enjoy!
Phil Brooks, known to the WWE Universe as CM Punk, walked through the hallways a few weeks before Wrestlemania 29. He was on his way to speak to the Chairman, Mr. Vince McMahon about some much needed time off. He could barely walk and he was mentally and physically burnt out, he needed to go home. Finally arriving at the door he took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the fight he knew was going to happen when he walked in there. He knocked on the door and heard a grunted "Come in."
Phil opened the door to see Vince seated at his desk, looking at some papers. He sat down in one of the two empty chairs placed in front of the desk.
"What do you need Punk?" Vince asked, referring to Phil by his stage name.
"Time off." The chairman's head shot up, looking at the former champion.
"Time off?" he asked surprised.
"Yes. I need to go back to Chicago. I need to get away from all this." Phil said.
"No." Vince said sternly.
"What do you mean no?" Phil asked, his anger rising.
"I think you know what no means, Mr. Brooks." Vince said, becoming a lot more formal. Phil nearly hit the roof, he bit his tongue in an effort to keep his anger at bay.
"Then I quit." Phil flatly stated. Vince's eyes nearly came out of his head. He couldn't have Punk quit, not after the monumental run he just had. Vince couldn't let him go.
"Now Phil," Vince started, suddenly becoming casual, in an effort to keep his former champion, "let's not lose our heads here."
"Then give me the time I need." Phil said back. Vince looked around trying to come up with a reason for one of his top guys not to go on vacation. Quickly glancing at one of the papers on his desk, he got an idea. On top of it, Phil would still get what he wants.
"If I give you what you want Phil, you need to do something for me." Vince said, pulling out a packet from the pile of papers.
"I was champion for 434 days, and I'm going to deliver the best match on the card at 'Mania. Isn't that enough?" Phil asked, annoyed over the fact that the Chairman still think he owed him something.
"Yes, but this is different. You would be helping you're community." He said. Phil raised an eyebrow, was the Chairman giving him community service?
"I was approached by an organization, that is actually Chicago based but they have other locations, and they want a WWE Superstar to run a therapy group." Vince said.
"But I don't have a degree for this; actually I don't have any degree." Phil said, eyebrows knitted together and tongue fiddling with his lip ring.
"You don't need one, you'll be running an Alcoholic Anonymous group." Vince said, "and you're a perfect fit, being straight edge and all." He finished smiling. He handed Phil a packet of papers. "This is all the information you need and the list of people that have signed up. You meet with them once a week and help them through this difficult time. Now, enjoy your time off, see you in June." The Chairman went back to doing what he was doing before Phil came in. This was Phil's signal that the Chairman was done and that there was nothing left to discuss. He got up off the chair and left the office, headed towards his locker room to get ready for the night.
Once inside he sat down on the bench and began to look through the packet. It was about how to approach the alcoholics and different methods to try in order to get them away from their addiction. He finally came to the list of people that had signed up. He wondered how many of them actually wanted to get clean and how many were court ordered. Suddenly Paul Heyman burst through the door and Phil quickly threw the packet into his duffle bag. He decided he'd tell no one about this.
"Hey Punk, did you get the time off?" Paul asked.
"I did, he put up a bit of a fight, but he gave it to me." Phil answered.
"Yeah, what did you do to get him to back down?" Paul asked. Phil bit hard on his lip ring.
"I reminded him that I was champion for 434 days and that I had carried the company. I also informed him that the best match of the night at 'Mania will be mine. He had no choice but to give me the time off." Phil lied.
"Atta boy!" Paul said, clapping Phil on the back. Phil smiled at his mentor. "Now, let's go knock them dead." He finished. The two men stood up and headed towards the ring.
~4 weeks later~
Phil stood outside an old community building in down town Chicago. In his hands he clutched the now ratty packet that Vince had given him. He took a deep breath and walked in. He asked which room the session would be held in and was directed to room 405. He walked in, relieved that no one was here yet. He looked at the chairs that were set up in a circle. He decided which one would be the head chair and sat down.
He looked through the packet and saw that they had set up a schedule. Today was introductions and talking about how they became addicted. He was to model on how they were supposed to say it. Phil sat there a little longer twiddling his thumbs. It was officially 5 minutes after everyone was supposed to show up and there wasn't a single person in there. He waited and waited and then finally someone showed up and took a seat. More and more began to come in and sit down. He counted and saw that he was just missing one more.
"We're just waiting on one more, and uh, I'll guess we'll begin in a bit." He said. All the heads whipped in his direction, most of them surprised that he was the one leading the session. They waited five more minutes before Phil decided that person was not coming.
"Okay, hello everyone, I'm Phi…" Phil was cut off by the door opening and his last member coming in. She sat down in the remaining chair and Phil stared with his mouth open.
Fuck she was beautiful.
So, what do you guys think? Should we keep it?