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Chapter Four: Paul Explains Himself

The next week, we were in Boston, Massachusetts. Which wasn't far from my

hometown of Worcester. Or at least I thought we were. I woke up in the car, and

I saw Tom driving the car and Phil sleeping in the back. Tom turned to me and he

smiled "Good Morning, sleeping beauty"

I growled. I always hated being called 'beautiful', 'sexy', 'pretty', or

'gorgeous' and Tom knows that. "It's too early to get under my skin, Tom"

"I wasn't trying to though" he said innocently. I rubbed my eyes and I asled him

"Where are we?"

"Not far from the arena. Oh! Vince sent you and Phil a text saying the show's

now in Worcester."

"Are you serious?!" I exclaimed and then Tom showed me the message on my

cellphone. I read it, and the text was INDEED from Mr. McMahon himself so

there's no use thinking he was lying again. I said "OK"

Then, for some reason, there was an silence and the silence with him and me felt

comfortable. Which was strange, considering the fact that we ARE ex-boyfriend

and girlfriend. Then, he held my hand in his. I figured it was another mindgame

of his so I just pulled my hand out of his grasp. I saw in his eyes

disappointment. Like he knew what I was thinking abought. "Listen, Rose. Abought

that-"

But before he could finish what he was saying, we arrived at the hotel. "Oh

great!"

I looked at Phil and I woke him up and I said "Come on dude, we're in

Worcester."

Phil yawned and he said "OK". We all got out and grabbed our stuff out of the

truck and walked into the building. We checked in and the lady at the frot desk

said "Your rooms are all connecting"

"Oh sweet" I said and I took my key. But the boys didn't say much, which was

weird. I guess it must've been because of last week's meltdown/ near death

experiance I had with Brock Lesnar. Geez, I knew the dude was an animal, but I

didn't know he was sadistic too! Unfortunately, Phil had me wondering what was

going to happen tonight because Paul Heyman was going to explain himself and why

he attacked and betrayed Phil at Money In The Bank. Tom walked into his hotel

room, and I walked into mine. I placed

my things down and Phil came in. "Hey, I'm going to the gym. I'll be back by

like 3:30."

"Ok," I said and he left. I sat down on the couch and I flicked through the

channels on the TV. Then, I heard a knock on my door. "It's open!" I shouted.

Then, Tom came into my room. "Hey dude"

I saw him and I smiled. "Hey" Then he sat down next to me. "Where's Punk?"

"He went to the gym."

"Oh," he said. "Well when will he be back?"

"It's 3:40 in the morning now so he said he won't be back until like 3:30 in the

afternoon."

"That long?!" He said.

"He has alot to do for tonight."

"Ah"

Then, I cuddled up next to Tom and at first he was confused. "What are you

doing?" he asked. I yawned and I said "Do you-" but before I could finish that,

I dozed off to sleep. When I woke up, it was like 12 in the afternoon. I turned

over to the other side and I saw Tom sleeping right next to me. His arms were

wrapped around me, and he had me pressed closely to his body. I felt his warm

breath on me and I smiled. Then, I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling with him.

Uh-Oh. I knew where that was going. So I slowly tried wriggleing out of his

arms, but he woke up. "Hey"

"Hey" I said.

"Where do you think you're going?" He said with a playful tone in a voice.

"On the couch so I can let you sleep" I said and then I sat up on the bed. He

placed his hand on my waist and I still felt that tingling feeling with him and

he said "Please don't go"

Before I replied, there was a knock on the door. I got up from the bed and I

answered the door. "You're back early" I said and Phil smiled. "I know"

Then, he took my hand and he said "We're going out to eat"

There wasn't anyway I was going to pass up that opportunity at all. Plus, just

like I felt that warm tinglin feeling with Tom, I felt with Punk. I wasn't gonna

say anything. Hell No! I don't want any drama. None anymore. So once me and Phil

were down at the cafe, we were just talking abought random things, like our

favorite super heros (or villians ;)), our favorite music, our favorite TV

shows, favorite movies, all that. It turns out that we had alot in common, and

when we held hands, I felt that spark again. Only with him. But I also felt it

with Tom. Oh boy was I ever screwed. After we were done eating it was now 2:45.

Me and him walked out of the coffee shop, when we both saw Tom, waiting. My mind

was racing and my heart was abought to pound out of my chest. Punk saw him and

he pulled me away and we just sped walked to the arena. Me and him were in the

lockerroom, and Phil was pacing back and forth. I started getting ready because

it was almost 8. More like the time was 7:45 pm. I went to my bag and I started

to get dressed in my Carter Metallica Punkette attire. It was a black nylon

shirt, a cut off grey 'CM Punk' tshirt, an army green Lita pants (you know like

those track pants in WWE 11-13), black sneakers, and a black and red studded

belt and chain. When I saw myself in the mirror, in my attire and with my curvy

body and a 4 pack, I thought to myself 'What makes me so attractive to Tom and

Phil?" with a hint of self doubt in that thought. I then grabbed my hat and I

said to Phil "Are you coming with me to get my hair done or am I going solo?"

Phil smiled and he got up. "Sure"

Then we left the room and went to the makeup area. Then Stephanie McMahon came

over to me and Phil. "Hi Rozalynn, how are you?"

"I've been better." I said.

"So, tonight. You'll be accompanying Phil to the ring when he goes and confronts

Paul Heyman."

"Is she gonna get hurt?" Phil asked concerned.

"Of course not. Brock and you wilk start fighting, while Paul takes, or at least

tries to take, Roza hostage. Then, she gets out of his grasp and tries to attack

Brock, but Phil, you will stop him before he lays a hand on her."

Phil nodded his head, trying to understand that entire scene. Then, the makeup

lady said to me "You're all set."

Then I put my hat on backwards and me and him walked into Punk's lockerroom,

where Tom was waiting for us. "Hey dude" I said to him. "Hey," he said and he

hugged me. Stunned, I just hugged him back. Then I felt the tension in the room

building, and I backed away. After awhile the promoter came in here and he said

"It's time you guys"

Me and Phil stood up and we left the room. Phil was standing there, thinking and

he had his arm wrapped around me and I felt his anger rising. So with the other

hand he placed the hood over his head. "Rose," he said to me and I looked up at

him. Then he kissed me on the lips. It was filled with spark and heat, even if

it was for like a split second. Then, we pulled away from eachother and I bite

my lip and he smiled. Then the music hit, and we held hands and we walked out to

the ring. We both walked straight to the ring and he grabbed a micraphone. Then,

he said, with rage "I know Paul Heyman is in the building, and I know Brock

Lesnar is in the building. And I know I'm not waiting anymore so come on out

boys"

Then, Punk pulled the mic away from his mouth and he placed his hand on my waist

and we both waited for Paul Heyman to come out. Then the arena was filled with

boos as Heyman came out and stood on the stage. Then, he held the mic to his

mouth and he said "You know what I'm looking at right now? I'm looking at an

empty ring because in my world; you don't exist. Try this one on for size, am I

lying? in 2005, WWE had no vision for you. CM Punk was a figment of Paul

Heyman's imagination. And what did I do? I took you in, I befriended you, I

taught you, I trained you, I martyred my entire career for you. And we reached

the holy grail together, WE were the reigning defending WWE Champuon for 434

days, WE were the longest reigning WWE Champion of the past 25 years, WE came

within an inch of breaking the Undertaker's streak at WrestleMania, WE, CM Punk,

WE were the Best In The World. And here's part of the equation you seem to

forget abought; without me there is no 'we', without Paul Heyman, CM Punk,

you're not the Best In The World. See, you can boo that all you want, cause

everyone's been stopping me and asking me the same question; 'Paul Heyman, what

happened here?' 'Why Paul Heyman?' 'Why did you betray CM Punk?' 'Paul Heyman

you are a Judas'. Here's the truth, because I'll tell you why I have some

version to the truth and the truth is a harder pill to swallow, Mr.

StraightEdge. And a spinon thing; the truth is you failed us when you could'nt

defeat the Undertaker at WrestleMania, and when you went home, you found

yourself, and CM Punk comes back to the WWE," Paul said and he turned to the

ring where Punk was holding my hand tightly. I didn't bother saying anything

because it would only make his anger worse. Then, Paul said "And you think

you're better than me." Paul chuckked and he said "CM Punk better than Paul

Heyman. So I lied to you, I manipulated you, I played you because you can never

claim that CM Punk dumped Paul Heyman. No history is goin to write that Paul

Heyman dumped CM Punk!" Now, Punk pulled me closer to him, having his arm on my

waist and I kept whispering in his ear 'He's talking bullshit don't listen to

him PLEASE'

Then, as the fans were booing Paul, Punk said in my ear saying 'This is Phil

talking. Do you love me?'

I didn't get to say what I was going to say because Paul interrupted me. "You

didn't want a buisness relationship with me, you wanted to keep it PERSONAL so I

made it as personal as I can possibly make it. You know this to be true. Here's

the truth, you have no family, you're estranged from your own mother and father,

you have no wife, you have no children, all you have is that little slut in the

ring that's holding your hand right now-" I knew he was referring to me, so I

flipped him off. The fans cheered and then Paul said this "And all of them" and

he pointed to the fans. "All you have is their admiration, all you have is their

respect, all you have is their advermation (whatever that word is), listen to

them" Then the fans started chant "Let's Go Punk!" repeatedly. Then Paul said

"All you want, all you crave, all you need in your life is the WWE Championship.

You took my best friend away from me and I took your chance at the WWE Title

away from you and each and everyone of them. You're going to find out as bad of

a reputation as I have in buisness I'm a whole lot worse personally. And here's

the kicker of it all, best friend, brother, buisness son, man who wouldn't be my

client, you made me swear on my children, but it was my children who made me see

this so clear 'Daddy, why doesn't Punk listen to you like Brock listens to you?'

'Daddy isn't Brock going to hurt Punk?' 'Daddy, can Punk beat Brock Lesnar?' And

if you wanna know why I double crossed you, why I betrayed you, why I cost you

your opportunity to cash in Money In The Bank and go for the WWE Title, here's

the harshest truth of them all; I betrayed you because CM Punk you can't beat

Brock Lesnar!"

Punk released my hand and I saw him feel the 13 staples in his head. I saw his

anger in his eyes and I sighed. Punk looked at me and he saw I was starting to

get scared. He sighed a sigh of anger and then he held the micraphone to his

mouth and he said "Are you done?" and everyone in the arena, including me, knew

that he was really pissed off. "You wanna talk abought the truth? I saw first

hand last week that the truth does hurts. And maybe I should have seen it coming

but damnit Paul I trusted you and all I have to show for it now is these 13

staples in my head! And another truth is that you know me better than anybody-"

He stopped and he looked at me and he said, while looking at me "Well not as

much as Punkette over here, she knows me damn too well. Everybody, before I lose

my mind and forget, this is Carter Metallica Punkette, or CM Punkette, my other

half." Then, as Punk placed his hand on my waist, he turned his attention back

to Heyman and he said "And you know when I'm lying and you know when I'm telling

the truth and you know that when I want something bad enough I am the most

relentless man on the planet, and I will not stop until I get it! And the truth

is Paul; I'm gonna get you" Then the arena was filled with cheers. "This time,

*I* swear on *YOUR* children that I'm gonna get you" he growled. "And I will get

everybody who conspired against me, every single one of your associates,

everyone who profited from it, everybody who had knowledge of it anybody who

enjoyed it, your friends, your clients, your family, anybody inbetween the time

I get my hands on you and now that steps inbetween you and I and opens their

eyes at me I will get my hands on and I will rip apart and I will hurt!" I took

a few steps back because I knew he meant buisness and I was afraid of him at the

time. "You want the truth? The truth is you don't have a future because I'm

gonna burn down everything around you until you're the last man standing and I'm

gonna keep you alive long enough to you in the eyes and hurt you worst of all.

So tell me you son of a bitch! Am I lying?!"

I looked at Paul and he said "No. No you're not lying and since you wanna tip

your hand and tell me I have a lack of a future, let me spell out your immediate

future for you" Then he got on the ground and he mocked Punk shouting "It's

Clobbering Time!"

Then Brock Lesnar came out. "Rose get out of here" Punk said, not knowing he

just said my real name. I listened. I went to the side of the ring where the

announcers were and before I knew it I saw Heyman attacking Punk from

behind. Then, Lesnar pulled him out of the ring and they started fighting. While

i tried making the escape, Heyman came and he grabbed my arm and he forced me to

watch Punk get beaten. Then, I managed to get out of Heyman's grasp, ran over to

Lesnar, turned him around and I slapped the shit out of him. I kicked him and

then he started walking towards me. Slowly at first, but then he grabbed my arm,

hoisted me on his shoulders. I closed my eyes and was prepared to feel the pain

of an F5, but all I felt was Punk holding me in his arms after he got me down

from Lesnar's arms. Then, Lesnar said that someone was gonna get an F5. So he

grabbed Punk and he gave him an F5.