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Phil felt the vehicle come to a stop, and was terrified. He prayed to the Good Lord above to accept him into Paradise if he was to die.
He felt his trussed up body trembling, even under all of the restraints, as he listened to the door being slid open, and footsteps inching towards him.
"Oh my God why is this guy doing this?" Punk thought in horror.
The body bag that he was encased in was being zipped open. Phil winced at the sudden brightness of the overhead light. As his eyes adjusted, he found himself looking up at the man from the parking lot who now pulled at his body bag, and then slammed it up and down.
"You. Are. Going. To. Pay. Fucker." The kidnapper said as he slammed Phil's head onto the van floor.
"Pay for what?" Thought Phil disconnectedly, as he barely held on to consciousness.
It seemed like forever before Punk's crazed captor stopped slamming his head.
Phil tried to ask the man what he wanted, but he was tightly gagged with several bandannas. The only sounds he could manage were muffled grunts.
The man slapped Punk across the face, hard. "You shut the fuck up. You don't get to spew your bullshit anymore."
"Mphlease…mhat…" Phil managed before he was knocked out cold from the guy's fist in his face.
White was pleased with himself. Punk was scared, and that made him feel great satisfaction. In addition, he had thought he would have to use more elaborate means to get in touch with Cena. However, Cena's number was programmed in his prisoner's cell phone. For the life of him he couldn't comprehend why Punk would have John's number (to harass him maybe), but was happy for the good luck.
Guy smiled to himself as he hit the dial icon on the screen.
John was just returning to his hotel room when his cell vibrated. He looked at the incoming number and saw that it was Phil's.
"Phil buddy!"
"Wh..what? Whose Phil?"
John did not recognize the voice. "Um..who is this? Why do you have Phil's phone? Are you a friend of his?"
"I don't know any Phil, but listen bud, I've got Punk for you."
"Okay. Well put him on." Cena thought it was weird that Phil had a friend call him up when he could have dialed himself.
"You wanna talk to him? Yeah, you probably want to tell him a thing or two huh?"
John wondered what all of this was about. Was this a silly prank that Punk was playing out of boredom?
What Cena heard next on the phone chilled him to the bone. There were smacking sounds and groans, and the voice yelling, "Wake up you asswad, talk to your executioner!"
"Jesus! What the Hell"
"John I know you hate Punk, but don't cuss. It's beneath you. Here he is. Tell him what you'll do to him."
"J…John…help…." There was the sound of a fist smashing flesh.
"Like he'd ever help you with anything." The voice then spoke to John. " Ok listen buddy. Meet me behind the warehouse down the street. We'll take care of him together. Sad to say though, if anyone snoops around before you get here, I'll have to finish him off myself. So hurry."
The line went dead and John held the phone so tight that his knuckles were white.
Phil was in trouble. Some psycho thought that he would actually help him hurt his friend. It seemed to him like the man on the phone thought that he would be happy to join him in harming Punk. The psycho had also said that if anyone else came around, he'd kill Phil.
It took John only a few minutes to decide what he was going to do. His friend's life was at stake. The downside was that while on the road with the WWE, the wrestlers were not allowed to carry any weapons. He didn't have time to try and get any at the moment either.
John considered alerting the security team, but it would take too long to search for them throughout the hotel. Cena hurried to the lobby, then out into the hotel's parking garage. As he did so, he made a few calls to certain wrestlers, "just in case". He jumped into his Camaro and sped down the street to the warehouse.
The three wrestlers that John had time to call were reacting in various ways, from various locations.
Randy was staring in confusion at his phone as he sat at the hotel bar.
Mike was sitting on his bed thinking, "What the fuck?"
Alberto Del Rio was considering calling the police as he also sat on his hotel bed.
At the back of the warehouse, Guy had unzipped the body bag and then yanked the bound Punk out onto the floor of the van. He had gagged his captive again already.
Phil closed his eyes when his tormentor held up an extremely sharp looking knife.
As it turned out, the abductor simply cut the ropes from around Phil's ankles. He opened his eyes when his arm was grabbed and he was roughly pulled forward. The crazy man shoved him out onto the ground.
Phil could hear a car approaching, and headlights soon came into his vision.
"Come up on your knees dickhead." He pulled Punk up to the kneeling position by the roots of his hair.
Cena parked his vehicle and took a deep breath. He could see Phil was bound and gagged on his knees in front of a man with a large knife. As John got out of his car, the man smiled at him, and said, "Johnny! Here's your present. I think you'll agree that he needs to be destroyed."