Chapter Four
The crowd was screaming as RAW went on the air. CM Punk's music hit, and the screams got louder. Punk walked out with that smug look on his face. He made it to the ring, and had a microphone in his hand, but never had a chance to speak.
The lights went out and Bray Wyatt's theme song hit the arena. A few minutes later, the lights came back on, and Punk found himself between a rock and a hard place. Harper was on his left, Rowan on his right, and Bray in his rocking chair outside the ring. Punk immediately went on the defensive, attacking Rowan, then Harper, and for a moment he held his own. But eventually, as it usually does, the numbers game wore him down. They beat him down, and just when it seemed that no one was coming to his aide, flames exploded from the ring corners and the lights went out for just a moment.
When they came back on, they were red, and I was standing in the middle of the ring, between Harper and Rowan and over Punk. My eyes were rolled back, and when I brought them back to their proper place, they landed right on Bray Wyatt. I let a slow, evil smile spread across my face, lifted the microphone in my hand to my lips, I quietly said, "Be ready."
Before the Wyatt family could react, the lights went out and an old but familiar sound hit the arena. As the lights strobed on and off quickly, the Brood's Blood Bath song played. Suddenly the sound cut out and the lights came back on, no longer red, but normal, and Rowan and Harper were on the mat covered in a "red liquid". Punk was still in the ring as well, against one corner, still sitting, as he took in the scene.
I watched the rest of the segment from the back, Jay next to me with his arm around my shoulders. "And it starts," he said, smirking.