Punk was racing backstage. Everyone backstage managed to step aside and let a mentally insane and hysterical CM Punk have his way or feel his wrath. Punk hadn't seen Jordyn in about a week and it was driving him crazy. Jordyn's pregnant - is she not pregnant? What did the monster Paul Heyman do? The more that Punk thought about Jordyn's safety being in jeopardy, the more that it made him unstable. The hallways of the backstage were empty - or at least that's what he thought. Finally, he was able to find a stage tech that could be some use to him. Perhaps, he has been able to see Paul Heyman, Curtis Axel, Brock Lesner or even Jordyn. Punk rushed to him and pinned the stage tech against the white wall. The stage tech didn't dare to look Punk in the eye and it was best if he didn't do that. Punk was prepared to kill someone.

"Where's Paul Heyman?" Punk screamed at the stage tech. Punk wasn't playing a game. This was personal to him. Every minute that he was away from Jordyn, his frustrations grew and his insanity began to build up inside of him. Punk clutched the stage tech's collar with his hands and moved him close to his face. "Where's Brock Lesner?" he screamed again. Maybe, he'll know where Brock Lesner was. The stage tech wasn't responding. He looked scared to death at the straight-edge Superstar. Punk sighed, trying to cool himself down in the process. "I'll settle for Curtis Axel!" his screaming got lower, but that didn't stop the intensity that it had.

"I- I- I don't know." the stage tech stuttered under his breath.

That was an answer that Punk didn't like. He roughly threw the stage tech to the other wall. He kept hearing voices in his head. Telling him that Jordyn wasn't safe, that something terrible had happened to her. Mommy's gone, daddy. Give up, daddy. the voices of his four year old child, Andrew, taunted him with those words. Andrew was telling him to give up? On his mother? This couldn't be Andrew. Andrew is with Adam and Beth for the week. He was in safe arms, but sadly, Jordyn wasn't. Mommy's gone, daddy. It's no use, daddy. Punk pressed his hands against the wall and began to bang his head a couple of times in a light way.

"Punk."

He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. Angrily, he turned around to face the General Manager of RAW, Brad Maddox. Brad had been informed by a few of the backstage personal about Punk's actions ever since he had arrived at the arena and as General Manager of RAW, it was his job to do something about it. His eyes focused on an angry Punk, Brad had to be very careful when talking to Punk. He had to please him and not get his ass kicked by him. He had to watch what he said not to anger the former WWE Champion.

"Punk, I don't know what's up with you, but I just won't allow it. If your issues with Paul Heyman are affecting how you cooperate backstage, I am going to have to suspend you until you can get your act together." Brad's threat didn't work well with Punk. Punk frowned. Getting suspended was the last thing that he needed right now. He need to find Jordyn and most of all, he needed his job in order to find her.

"I need to find Paul Heyman. I need my wife back." Punk informed the GM of RAW. His voice sounded low, serious and intense all wrapped into one. He was damn serious about what he was saying. He wasn't going to play by any rules, if it meant that he wasn't going to get his wife back.

"Call him out to the ring. You can go out in an hour. After the Divas match and get a piece of your mind." Brad had suggested. Punk nodded at the idea. It was smart of him to play by what Punk wanted over landing himself in a hospital with a huge fine that he would have to pay. Punk slapped him at the back, which made Brad flinch.

"Thanks for the idea, Maddox." Punk said and then walked off to get thought of what he was going to say to Paul Heyman.

An hour later, Punk was behind the curtain, awaiting the moment when he was going to call out Paul Heyman and get his wife back. In the beginning of RAW, the WWE Universe was shown a clip, that was given to them by Paul Heyman of them kidnapping Jordyn. What a sick bastard Paul Heyman was. There was no going to be explaining of what was going on with them. The WWE Universe already knew it.

Things were going to get personal.

Cult of Personality by Living Colour blared throughout the arena to a huge pop from the WWE Universe. Punk walked through the curtain with a serious facial expression on his face. Tonight, it was no games for him. He couldn't let opportunities slip away, the first opportunity that he got, he was going to get Jordyn and take her to safety. Punk was handed a microphone and stood in the center of the ring.

"I don't know if any of you know, but I'm not feeling like myself for the past week. My wife has been held hostage for almost a week now and I have been the most worried husband in the WWE. I'm not here to play game or anything. I just want to talk. I need my wife back. Our son has had no clue about where his mother has gone and I can't hold on to the shame of him finding out that Paul Heyman, Curtis Axel and Brock Lesner took his mom. So, Paul, please come out to the ring and we can settle this like men." Punk spoke seriously. He figured that yelling wouldn't work on Paul. That Paul would use that against Punk to not hand Jordyn back to him.

The cheers of the WWE Universe were the only things that were head. They all anxiously waited to see that slimy walrus walk out with Brock and Curtis by his side. With those three in the same ring as Punk, there was no chance that things would look pretty for Jordyn. Punk was anxious as well. His eyes were focused on the ramp, but then he realized it. What if Curtis or Brock went to attack him from behind? He looked around towards the audience just to be safe.

"Punk, over here."

The crowd went to a storm of boos at the sound of Paul Heyman's voice. Punk shifted his attention from the titantron. There stood Paul Heyman with Brock Lesner and Curtis Axel right behind him. They have been serving as his back-up ever since his rivalry with Punk had began at Money in the Bank. He saw those three goons, but not his precious Jordyn. Where was Jordyn? What did they do to her? He needs answers and fast.

"I've been quite amused with your actions backstage. But, it's nice that you have kept your sanity and yourself groomed," Paul stared at Punk in disgust. He was just being a sarcastic jackass to Punk. Punk did look horrible. How could anyone let themselves go and it hasn't really been a week yet. Punk had a little scuffle below his chin and his brown hair looked messy, like he hadn't slept for sometime. "And, if you can't tell from my voice, I was being sarcastic. You look horrible."

"Where is my wife?" Punk finally asked him.

"Oh, you want Jordyn?" Paul rolled his eyes, which earned chuckles from Brock and Curtis. Paul crotched down with the camera, which exposed Jordyn, who is tied up to a chair. Jordyn glared at Paul. "Jordyn has been real comfortable with us, right Jordyn?" he wrapped his arm harshly on her neck, which made Jordyn freaked out.

"Go to hell, Paul Heyman." Jordyn spat at Paul, which earned praise from the WWE Universe. Punk smiled at his wife, she was okay, and she was insulting Paul Heyman. What more could her ask for, other than her freedom? Paul didn't like her response.

"You've got a lot of nerve, Miss Brooks. Be careful with what you say, anything will be used against you," Paul then started to rub Jordyn's stomach in a circular motion. She was disgusted by his gesture. "And, your precious bundle of joy." The WWE Universe booed again. What a vindictive man Paul Heyman was.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Punk screamed.

Paul chuckled and then looked at Brock. "Punk, I know that you want your wife back. So, I want to make a deal with you. At Battleground,a match with Curtis Axel and Brock Lesner versus you," there was Paul, being unfair to Punk. Punk could smell this a mile away, Paul would want a match with Punk and his guys. "...and a partner of your choice."

Paul Heyman was being fair? In what world was this a normal thing? "Your guys' versus me and a partner of my choice and if me and my partner wins, Jordyn is free. And, Brock and Curtis win, she's not free." Punk asked, to make sure he knew the rules well.

"That is correct." Paul confirmed.

Punk thought for a moment. He is making a deal with the devil. "I accept."

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