When Punk landed he landed on something hard that was most certainly not cement.

"Get off me Punk!" The person underneath him said. "You are a lot heavier then you look."

Punk sat up and sort of maneuvered himself off of the person who broke his fall. He was not sorry to see that the unlucky person was John Cena.

"Thanks for breaking my fall John Boy," Punk said as he started doing a mental check for any new injuries and was surprised to see he was mostly unhurt though his knee was sore.

"Punk!" Paul yelled as he pushed past Sheamus. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Punk said, "Cena broke my fall." He sat up with assistance from security. He looped up and saw The Shield looking down at him. He was glad to see that Ambrose's nose was bleeding and looked like it was broken.

"Here's the crutches," one of the backstage EMTs said as he came up to them. They helped Punk back up to his feet and handed him the crutches. He turned and then made his way to the ring.

He glared at the ring steps knowing he probably wasn't going to be able to climb them. Stupid ring steps he grumbled to himself. You'd think they'd come up with something else by now. He went over to Justin Roberts and grabbed a mic from him. He put it in his pocket and went back to the top of the ramp. Paul met him there.

"I swear it wasn't me," Paul said as Punk took the mic out of his pocket. Paul took it from him and held it for him.

"In case you didn't see it," Punk said, "I was just thrown out of the sky box by the Shield! This man," he said pointing at Paul "is being impersonated by some guy. Before you all think I'm crazy," Punk said, "the other guy was wearing different shoes!"

"You're a dead man Punk!" Reigns yelled from the Skybox before The Shield left again.

Punk smirked a little and then turned to face the camera again, "told you I had nothing to do with it." He then hobbled backstage followed by Paul Heyman.

Amy met them backstage. "Come on the trainer wants to check the knee."

"It's fine," Punk said. "A little sore but fine. Cena broke my fall."

"Let's just let the medic check it out. If it's hurt worse, we better find out now." Amy said as she walked towards the training room.

Punk looked at Paul before following her. He knew Amy was right.

When he entered the training room he found the trainer was already with someone. Amy and Paul stood outside of the room. He stood in the doorway and then smirked when he saw whom it was.

"Laugh all you want Punk," Ambrose said grimacing as the doctor examined his nose. "But The Shield will have the last laugh."

"Take a seat Punk," the trainer said without turning around. "I'll only be a few more minutes." He took out some gauze. "Looks broken to me. You'll need to go to the hospital to have it x-rayed but I am not going to clear you to wrestle tonight."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ambrose asked as he grabbed the gauze from the trainer and threw it against the wall. "I am not sitting this out."

The trainer picked up another roll deciding to pick up the first one later. "Well unless you want your nose broken worse, I would heavily suggest not wrestling." He taped up Ambrose's nose. "You should be good to go to the hospital."

Ambrose muttered a few curse words under his breath as he left the trainers room.

The trainer turned his attention back to Punk who was snickering.

"Cena came in complaining about 200 pounds falling on top of him. I assume that's you." The trainer said as he examined his knee.

Punk just threw a comedic affronted look at the trainer. "I'll have you know I'm a very slim and trim 180 lbs thank you"

Amy walked in with Paul at Punk's rejoiner and turned to the older man. "Isn't it like the sign of the apocalypse when male wrestlers start complaining about their weight?"

"He's always worried about his weight," Paul said with a mocking sigh. "You should see the stuff he drinks."

"I do when I'm with him in Chicago."

The trainer just shook his head. "Well Punk it looks like your knee hasn't been injured that much more."

"Yeah thanks to Cena I didn't hit the cement." Punk said as he looked down at his phone where he was looking at something. "Here's a picture." He said handing his phone to Amy so she could see a picture of Punk being thrown out of the skybox.

"And here's one of a flattened Cena," she said handing him back the phone.

The trainer's door opened and Vince McMahon entered the room on crutches.

Punk put his cellphone back into his pocket.

"I thought I'd find you three in here," he said. "I came in here to let you know, Punk, that you have been suspended."

"Suspended?!" Punk spluttered. "Suspended for what?"

"For injuring Ambrose's nose."

"Are you serious?!" Amy yelled. "They threw him out of the skybox!"

"They were defending themselves from Punk."

Heyman stared at Vince as if he had lost his mind. "They lured him into the skybox and then ambushed him and you are saying they were protecting themselves from him?"

"Yes well he's lucky I don't fire him for all the other things he has pulled to keep the title."

Punk grabbed his crutches from next to his chair and locked eyes with Vince. "I never hired the Shield to help me win matches." He started to leave. Amy and Paul were standing there staring at Vince.

Punk turned around and said two things that shocked everyone in the room and the people watching in the arena and at home. He said, "I quit!"


Notes: Thanks to Laurel for her help.