True to his word Paul Heyman met Amy and Punk in New Orleans for the PPV. Punk was leaning heavily on his crutches and wondering if he was crazy for coming to the show. He felt like shit and really didn't want to watch other people wrestle. Rock wasn't on the show since Punk couldn't wrestle. Shield was wrestling Cena, Sheamus, and Ryback so he was interested in that but other then that, he didn't care about the show.

"Here," Heyman said as he met them at the entrance. He handed Punk and Amy a slip of paper.

Amy read it. "Skybox?" She asked looking at Heyman in confusion.

"Yeah figured Punk didn't want to be in the audience," Heyman quickly explained as he ushered them towards the skybox. He kept looking behind him. "I really need to stop renting you those. They are expensive."

"What's the hurry," Punk asked as he tried to hobble to keep up. The knee brace still felt too big.

"Hurry? No hurry," Heyman said though he didn't slow down. He held a door open and let Amy and Punk in. He closed the door. Punk shifted slightly and reached behind him. He half expected the door to be locked, which it wasn't.

He and Amy made their way through the skybox and found a cooler full of Pepsis and bottled water. There were some snacks too. They settled into the skybox.

They hadn't been sitting long before the fans swarmed the box looking for autographs. Amy signed them but Punk pretended not to hear or see them.

"Excuse me," a voice said from behind them. He turned around to see a camera crew setting up.

"Well if Paul was trying to sneak us in, I think he failed." Punk said as he opened a bottle of water.

He stretched his leg out and watched as the arena filled. Where'd Paul go? He wondered as he reached for his cellphone. He checked his pockets. No cellphone. He knew he had put his phone in sweatshirt pocket because of the crutches so where was it?

"Did I give you my cellphone?" Punk asked.

Amy searched her purse. "No."

"I know I had it when we left the hotel and I'm pretty sure I didn't leave it in the rental. It's gone."

"Maybe it fell out of your pocket," Amy said. "I'm going to go look. I'll be right back." She said and left.

Punk sighed as he watched the youtube match between Rhodes Scholars and Lord Tensai/Brodus Clay. He looked at his watch thinking it was taking Amy a long time to look for his cellphone. He grabbed his crutches and then the lights suddenly went out. He briefly wondered if it was the Shield or the Undertaker making an appearance in the arena.

The lights came on and he was nose to nose with Ambrose. Punk was sure that Rollins and Reigns were behind him without having to turn around. Ambrose held up something in his hand.

It was his cellphone.

He dropped it on the floor.

As Punk looked down, Ambrose hit him square in the head and he struggled to keep from going down. He was having a hard time keeping balanced on his crutches. He swung one of the crutches at Ambrose and in doing so he dropped the other one. Ambrose backed up and someone grabbed Punk from behind.

"We told you to change your story Punk," Rollins said from behind him. "Now you're going to pay."


Amy stood backstage trying to remember anywhere else she and Punk had gone where the cellphone may have fallen. She had tried to call his cellphone and all it did was go to voice mail.

"Amy," a voice called from behind Amy. She turned around to see Paul Heyman standing there. "I've been looking for you guys everywhere."

"I was looking for Punk's cellphone. He must have dropped it somewhere in the arena."

"Where's Punk?"

"He's still in the skybox. He isn't very mobile with those crutches yet. I thought it would be easier if I were the one who went looking for it."

"Skybox? I thought you and Punk would hang out backstage or something. Maybe come out during the Shield promo."

"What are you talking about," Amy asked. "You were the one who rented the skybox."

"I didn't…" his voice trailed off. "Did I give it to you?"

"Yeah. You gave us the paper and showed us where the skybox was." Amy was wondering what was going on with Paul. He wasn't usually this forgetful.

"I haven't seen you or Punk since he checked into the second hospital. Damn it! The imposter's here! Where's the skybox?"

Amy led him to the skybox and tried the door. "It's locked."

"There has to be another way into the skybox," Paul said as he hurried down the corridor.

"I'll see if anyone has the key!" She called.


Punk knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was in deep trouble as he watched them toss the crutch he had dropped into the stands. He silently hoped it didn't hit anyone. He hoped it partly because he didn't need any more lawsuits for him causing injury.

He weighed his options. The last time he was on crutches, he was able to put a little pressure on his knee but this was different. He decided to take his chances and swung the crutch at Ambrose. He connected with his nose and Ambrose went down clutching at his nose. He swung around and hit Rollins in the knee but when he tried to hit Reigns, Reigns pulled the crutch out of his hands and tossed it away.

"Shit." Punk said looking at Reigns.

Reigns grabbed him by his throat and dragged him towards the edge of the skybox. The fans started screaming. Punk looked behind him and saw that he wouldn't fall far but with his knee injury a fall of any size wouldn't be good. He was shoved out of the skybox and he fell.