"Wait where are we going," Vampiro asked as he followed behind Sinn and Slash. He kept looking back to make sure no one was going to try to stop them.
"We can't go to the ring. Security will tell them that's where we are going," he smirked. "Also no one can stop us if we do this backstage."
"We better get there quick," Slash said, "Punk's waking up."
Mitchell opened a door and ushered them in. "Hold him steady," he said as he took something out of his pocket. He held the scissors up for Punk to see when he opened his eyes.
Punk opened his eyes happily noting that the ether was starting to go out of his system. His eyes got large as he saw what Mitchell was holding in front of him. They were going to cut his hair.
"Seriously?" Punk asked as he struggled to get loose from the two larger men, "your idea of revenge on Raven is to cut my hair?"
Mitchell chuckled. "Not your hair Punk."
Punk felt a chill go up his spine. Not his hair? What were they going to use the scissors for?
"What exactly are you going to cut?" Douglas asked also puzzled by what Mitchell was saying.
"Well I've never been a fan of the Straight Edge thing," Mitchell said, "I think it's time we cut the tape off."
Punk really didn't like how this was sounding. He struggled even more to get free.
"Vampiro hold one of his wrists out," Mitchell ordered. Vampiro quickly did so.
Punk struggled more until Douglas went over to assist the others with holding Punk still. Mitchell took the scissors and started to cut into the tape. Punk still was confused until Mitchell started to dig into the flesh with the scissors.
He cried out in pain. The pain was so bad. He tried to jerk his wrist away but Vampiro held on even tighter.
"I wouldn't move too much Punk. Don't want me to cut the wrong way now do you?" Mitchell asked.
At last the tape came off and Punk saw the blood and felt a little light-headed. He had seen himself after the dog collar match the week before but this looked different.
Mitchell dropped the wrist and started to motion for Vampiro to take the other wrist but stopped as he saw Punk was starting to lose consciousness again. He grabbed Punk by the hair and yanked his head up so he was looking at him.
"You think that hurt Punk," he asked, "wait till we finish…"
the door banged open and he turned around to see Erik Watts and a couple of security guards standing there. Vampiro and Douglas let go of Punk and charged at the Security Guards. Sinn and Slash started hitting and kicking Punk who was barely conscious.
Don Harris yanked Sinn off and started punching him and then yanked Slash off of Punk and started pounding him. Father Mitchell ran out the door. Douglas and The New Church soon followed him.
"Oh shit," Erik said as he went over to where Punk was lying on the ground. He took his shirt off and wrapped it around Punk's wrist. "Someone get the EMTs," he ordered. "You," he yelled pointing at one of the security guards they had hired for the night, "hold this tightly around Punk's wrist. I'm going to go get Raven."
Raven and Julio followed Watts to the back and found that Don Harris was helping CM Punk down the hall. They hurried over to them.
"Is he okay?" Julio asked.
"Don't know. His wrist is bleeding," Don said, "the EMTs want to get that wrist stitched up so we are taking him somewhere he can get stitched up."
It was a quiet walk to a private room. Raven was seething vowing to get revenge for Punk. This wasn't supposed to happen. Father Mitchell had gone too far this time.
"Stay with Punk," Raven said to Julio. He turned to Don and said, "make sure you have someone in here with them at all times."
"Wait Boss where are you going?" Julio asked.
"I have some unfinished business with Father Mitchell." He said and left the room.
"Shit," one of the EMT's said as he undid the shirt that was around Punk's wrist. "It's worse then I thought. I think he should have his wrist looked at at the hospital."
"I'll drive him," Julio said standing up. He grimaced as the EMT wrapped Punk's wrist again. Punk's eyes were closed tightly and didn't say anything. If it wasn't for the fact that Punk snatched his wrist back from the EMT, Julio would have thought he was unconscious.
"Okay Punkers," he said as he started to help the younger man to his feet, "time for a trip to the hospital."
Notes: That was kind of fun to write.
