Though I don't know how I feel
But I know I'll do the right thing
If the right thing is revealed
'Cause it's always raining in my head

Epiphany by Staind

CM Punk rolled into the conference room at Titan Towers with his lawyer following right behind him. In the room were Vince, Hunter, Stephanie, and a few people he didn't recognize. He could only assume they were WWE's lawyers. He rolled up to the table.

"Mr. Brooks," one of WWE's lawyers said, "we hope to resolve this matter out of court."

"We agree that would be for the best," Punk's lawyer, Hamilton Rockwell answered. "Mr. Brooks wants it known from the start that he is not interested in coming back to the WWE."

The others in the room seemed surprised by this. One of the lawyer's made a note on his legal pad.

The door to the conference room opened. "Sorry I'm late. The traffic in from the city was awful."

They all turned to see Shane McMahon had entered the room. Punk was a little confused. Shane had left the WWE four years ago.

"Don't worry we've just started," Vince said. "Punk said he's not interested in coming back to the WWE."

"Mr. McMahon," Hamilton said. "All considered please address him as Mr. Brooks and not Punk."

Hunter barely held back a snort. Vince's jaw dropped. Stephanie did not look amused. Shane and the lawyers just nodded. First point to Punk.

"Understood," the lawyer who had been speaking said. "We have been looking through the lawsuit and can understand where Mr. Brooks is coming from. This is what we are prepared to offer. WWE will continue to pay Mr. Brooks' medical bills. He will receive back pay for the past couple of weeks and will also receive six months pay. The no compete clause will still be waived if Punk chooses to go to another company."

The lawyer looked at Shane who nodded.

"This has not been announced yet but Paul Heyman has been relieved of his duties as RAW General Manager. I know that wasn't what you were looking for in your lawsuit Mr. Brooks but Mr. Heyman is under investigation as are Mr. Cena, Mr. Orton, and Miss Mendez."

"I would like to speak to Mr. Brooks first," Hamilton said.

"By all means," another lawyer answered.

Punk and Hamilton had a whispered conversation before Hamilton said, "Mr. Brooks accepts."

Later that night at a hotel, Punk and Cabana were watching a football game on TV but neither of them was really paying attention.

"What are you going to do now?" Colt asked.

"I've got a doctor's appointment the day after tomorrow and he'll tell me how I'm doing. I'm afraid they'll tell me my knees too fucked up to wrestle again."

"You never know Punker," Colt said, "they might have good news," he changed the subject. "Tell me what Vince did when your lawyer told him that he needed to call you Mr. Brooks."

His jaw literally dropped and his face went almost redder then last June when I walked to the back after I went off on WWE. Hunter was trying not to laugh. I'm glad that Hamilton was my lawyer and not theirs!"

"We have to watch RAW Monday," Colt said, "I can't wait to see Heyman get fired."

"It'll be the best moment of RAW this year."

"Let's have a party," Colt said, "I know we can't tell people that Paul's getting fired but maybe we can tell them it's a Punk's Free party," Colt was already getting excited about the idea of a party. "Dude this is going to be great. We'll invite our families; Ace, Natalie and I don't know whom else. Hey isn't Amy going to be in town?"

"She's arriving Saturday," Punk said. Amy Dumas was his girlfriend. Punk smiled. He was now looking forward to RAW.