CM Punk walked through backstage to his locker room, still sweating from his brawl with Cena. He kept fidgiting with his fingers, nervous about facing Undertaker now that he had received what some superstars called "the stare".

According to them, it sealed your fate, and that of your soul. He wasn't too much of a believer in the supernatural, but still..the thought of losing his soul to Undertaker was more than he could handle.

He stopped by catering and grabbed a quick drink of water. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He smiled suddenly, and said, "Hey, Cena, if you were that hurt by what I did, you should've-"

But he was cut off by fear, as he looked into the eyes of Kane. He swallowed hard, dropping the paper cup he had been holding.

"Punk..." Kane snarled. "I hope you have no delusions of beating my brother."

Punk realized his mouth was gaping, and closed it before replying.

"I...I have every intention of beating him at Wrestlemania."

Kane laughed in his maniacal fashion, then grabbed Punk around the throat. "Your soul is forfiet then!"

He released him, and walked away. Punk rubbed his neck, now red from the force of Kane's grip. He was suddenly filled with a growing fear.

Cena sat in his locker room, holding an icepack against his throbbing head. Watching the matches proceed like this was painful. He rubbed his face with his free hand in frustration.

"Damn, Punk, when are you gonna learn you have to earn respect." He mumbled to himself.

As the main event timeslot grew near, he stood up and put the icepack away, a bruise growing on his face. "Well, it's showtime."

"Please welcome your guest referee for this main event: The Undertaker!" Justin's voice echoed.

The lights went dim, and that spooking song played again.

Punk waited in the Gorilla Position, getting his mind clear. He'd heard stories of Undertaker's mind games, and he would not become a victim. He had to calm down.

Cena made his way the Position, and ran into someone he'd been hoping to avoid. Kane stood in front of the Cenation Leader, looking imposingly down on him.

"What do you want, Kane?" Cena asked.

"Be warned...stay clear of CM Punk...or be pulled into the vortex that is to strike." The Big Red Machine growled cryptically.

He then stalked out again, leaving Cena confused. But he quickly discarded this as nothing but mind games as his music struck and he started for the ring.

Once he was down there, the bell was rung and the match started. Punk immediately locked arms with Cena, and they pushed trying to outpower each other. Cena pushed Punk into the turnbuckle, and performed the "U can't C Me" taunt.

This made Punk angry, and he charged Cena, who ducked his punch, and picked him up like he was in a chair, and slammed him down, signalling for the Five-knuckle Shuffle.

"You can't see me, Punk." He said, and proceeded to execute the move, striking the head perfectly. He was ready for the Attitude Adjustment, but Punk was as well. Cena went for it, but Punk escaped it and kicked him behind the knee. He then bounced off the ropes and kicked the back of Cena's head.

Cena looked like he was in intense pain. Punk had struck his already damaged head, and now his vision was blurring. He tried to stand up, but was immediately Picked up for the G.T.S.. It connected, and Cena blacked out. He regained awareness just as Undertaker was about to call a 3 count, and kicked out quickly.

Punk looked at him in disbelief. He picked Cena up, then punched him back down with a face shot.

Cena once again felt dizzy. He couldn't keep going like this. He felt Punk's arm wrap around his neck, and apply a very effective headlock.

Undertaker lifted Cena's arm once. It dropped. Twice. It dropped. Thrice. It dropped. He signaled for the bell, and it rang.

"Here's your winner: CM Punk!" Justin announced.

Punk smiled widely, and began to dance around the ring in a "I'm the best" kind of way. But he was scared senseless when fire erupted from the ring posts and the lights turned red. Kane's music hit, and Punk looked around worriedly.

Undertaker raised his arms, his eyes once again rolled up. Kane's hand ripped up through the mat, and grabbed Punk's ankle. Punk screamed and tried to kick him off, but no good. He was dragged clawing through the hole, and Undertaker grabbed Cena by the leg and dragged him in as well. Flames erupted from the maw, and the lights shut off completely.

Punk looked around panicking.

"Where the Hell am I?!" He cried out.

"Welcome to Hell." Undertaker said, facing Punk, his eyes still rolled up.

Punk panicked, but kept telling himself it was just a mirage. "This is just some smoke and mirrors crap! You can't get in my head!"

Undertaker, still with white eyes, pointed behind Punk. "Is this smoke and mirrors?"

Punk was forcibly turned around by an invisible force, and saw the young figure of "Superfly" Jimmy Snuka.

"What the Hell?" Punk breathed.

Suddenly, Snuka was up in the air, performing the Diving Body Cross right at Punk. He braced himself, but instead felt soemone wrap their arm around his neck, and drive his head into the ground with a DDT. He looked up and saw the blurry shape of Jake "the Snake" Roberts.

"This...is...all...a dream..." He tried.

He felt a cloth press against his face. It smelled of chlorophorm, and Punk began panicking again. But he couldn't fight against the power of what looked like Giant Gonzales. Punk fell asleep but awoke quickly after in a graveyard. He looked around nearly crying.

He calmed himself, and decided it had all just been a dream. As he walked on, he glanced at some of the tombstones. He didn't really pay much attention to the names until he saw one he recognized: King Kong Bundie.

Looking at the next one he saw Kevin Nash etched onto the headstone. Then Big Show, A-Train, Sycho Sid, Big Bossman, Ric Flair, Kane, Triple H, Batista, Edge, Shawn Micheals, and he realized...he was still in this Hellish nightmare. He found a freshly dug grave and walked to the headstone. It read: "21-0: CM Punk".

He looked in the hole to see himself, dead and rotting with maggots crawling all over his dead flesh. He screamed...

...and awoke in his own bedroom.

He looked around wildly, then finally switche don the lights.

"Just a dream..." he said, cold sweat pouring out of him. "Just a dream."

He shook his head, clearing the image, and attempted to go back to sleep. For a moment he thought he saw the form of Undertaker leave his window.