Jordyn, Punk and the Undertaker were all in the trainer's room, where Big E Langston was getting his right arm checked out by the medical trainer. Jordyn could tell that Big E was in a lot of pain right now. Brock Lesnar had connected the kimura on Big E. Big E's arm snapped and he had to tap out of the match because the pain of his arm was too much for him. Dr. Michael Sampson came into the room with the results of Big E's arm which was on a clipboard. Inside, Jordyn felt nervous about the result. If Big E broke his arm, he couldn't be her heavy and he would have to be taken off the card for Hell in a Cell. There would be no chance that Big E would be medically cleared for Hell in a Cell. She wanted him to take Curtis Axel's title, and be the new Intercontinental Champion.

"Please tell me, it's nothing bad." Jordyn spoke up, gripping to Punk's hand for dear life.

"Big E broke his arm," Michael Sampson announced, the whole room got silent. Jordyn's heart broke. This was all of her fault. If she would have given Big E an easier opponent, maybe she could have saved his arm. "He would have to go to the hospital to have the arm further examined, but it looks like he won't be medically cleared for Hell in a Cell."

The news that Jordyn was afraid of getting was received. So, she was stuck with no heavy. Sure, she could have Taker standing by the door, but she wanted to make him remain as mysterious as possible. Punk could protect her, but she didn't want anyone putting their hands on him. Oh my god, this meant that she stuck with her last solution. She couldn't and she wouldn't.

"I'm fine," Big E claimed. "I'll be ready for Hell in a Cell. I don't need to go to a hospital. I will be fine." he tried to get off from the evaluation table, but Taker held him back, not wanting him to hurt his arm anymore.

"Listen, you're injured man. This is not your time. I'll get back at Lesnar anytime that I can, but what you need to do is recover and make sure that you return to the ring stronger than ever," Taker suggested, by looking at Jordyn's bodyguard. Big E stubbornly remained in his seat. Taker looked at Punk and Jordyn. "What the two of you need to do is make a comeback with this main event match. Punk, you need to beat Axel and Jordyn you need to stay safe. Protect your kid and protect yourself."

"I got Jordyn some protection." Punk pointed out and Jordyn raised a brow at him, not knowing about this information. Jordyn chuckled, she didn't know any of this.

"You got me protection? This should be good." Jordyn's chuckle went to laughs.

The look on Jordyn wasn't positive. Positive was the last thing that you would say. Her facial expression to the protection that Punk had given her was disturbed, worried, disgusted. Her sparkling blue eyes were on the horrid eyes of the three men by the name of The Shield.

"You hired The Shield?" she muttered under her breath, grinding her teeth together. Her eyes crossed to Punk, who was also concerned about The Shield protecting his wife, but they were the last result for her. Punk had paid them a healthy amount of money, and it should be enough until Big E or anyone else that he could get for Jordyn.

"Listen Jor,I know that you're not a fan of The Shield. I can't stand them, but they are effective and can protect you." Punk knew that his wife was unsure about the protection of The Shield. He could see it on her face of that she thought that The Shield weren't going to protect her enough.

Jordyn walked up closer to The Shield, getting into the face of the eccentric, Dean Ambrose. Ambrose kept the series look on his face. Didn't flinch a bit, when looking into the eyes of the General Manager. Ambrose scared the hell out of her; he possessed a bad boy vibe that would make any female interested with one look, but not Jordyn. She held her ground, she knew that she could throw their asses out if they screwed up.

"Gentlemen, your job is simple," she looked at all three members of The Shield. "Guard the door outside. Don't let Paul Heyman or any of his guys get in. Anyone else, ask me about and I'll decided if they will be let in. You guys do your job and we will have no trouble at all."

"If that's what you want Miss Brooks, that is what we'll do." Roman Reigns spoke up. Jordyn directing her attention towards the powerhouse of The Shield.

"What's in it for us?" Seth Rollins asked after Roman. Jordyn wasn't going to give The Shield anything in return. She couldn't stand these three guys. Why should she reward them? They are so undeserving of anything great.

"We'll see how well you guys do in being my bodyguards." after Jordyn said that, she stormed out of the room. She couldn't stand the tension. These three men were are vicious.

"The wife is something special." Dean Ambrose spoke up, after Jordyn had left her office. He took a glance at the door that she exited out of.

Paul Heyman massaged the shoulders of the Intercontinental Champion, Curtis Axel in the Heyman guys' personal locker room. He had received the most wonderful news from Lesnar and that was that Big E Langston would not be able to compete in Hell in a Cell, which means that Axel will remain champion. Paul didn't want Axel to waste his time facing the likes of Big E. He was bigger than that, and besides, he would be able to defeat Langston, whenever he felt like it. There was no worries in his mind. The main event was up next and Axel had this match in the bag.

"Curtis, you got nothing to worry about. You have faced Punk on a few occasions, you know what he is made out of. You know his wrestling. All you need to do is defeat him, and that will grant me the power to make the stipulation for Hell in a Cell - I was thinking the three of you versus Punk in Hell in a Cell," Paul had thought about the stipulations that he was going to do when he won the match. He wanted Punk to suffer. "The Undertaker and Big E will be banned from ringside. It is a match made in hell."

The three Heyman guys - Lesnar, Axel and Ryback all shook their heads, looking at one another for the approval in their eyes. Punk had hurt them in the past because he wanted Heyman. This would be their time to get back at him for all the foul things that had happened to him. Paul stopped massaging Axel and looked at Lesnar with a glare. Lesnar glared at his manager with those intimidating eyes. Heyman chuckled.

"Wonderful job at breaking Langston's arm! You make me so proud." Paul wanted to cry tears of joy, going in for a hug at Lesnar's muscular body. He felt like a proud father to Brock, who laughed, hugging back his so-called father. To tell the truth, Lesnar is Paul's favorite guy; he always delivered and be always brought the pain, whenever he stepped foot in the ring. Axel and Ryback looked at the two hugging men with much confusion. Axel stood up, after looking at the time in the clock at the wall - his match was up next in a few minutes.

"My match is up next. Either, you get a room or walk me behind the curtain." Curtis snarled at the two men; not waiting for them, he walked out of their locker room, not caring if they were behind him or not; just having a lot of focus on his match in a matter of moments.

Punk and Axel locked up in the ring. With all of Punk's strength, he was able to push him towards a corner. The referee began counting and that was when Punk took a step back, letting Axel have some time to breath. Punk got Axel in a headlock and bounced him off the rope. Punk then got on one knee, continuing to apply pressure on the headlock that he had in Axel. Axel pushed Punk away from him and connected with a clothesline. Axel grabbed him and connected with a backbreaker, going for a cover and Punk kicking out on one. Axel grabbed Punk and connected with a European Uppercut, knocking Punk to the floor again. Axel goes to the top rope and connects with a knee face first to Punk.

Taker defeated Ryback in twenty minutes, fifteen seconds. Lesnar defeated Big E in twelve minutes, two seconds. Punk had to beat twelve minutes and two seconds. Axel was a tough opponent. So, how will that be possible? Axel went for another cover after a knee face first to Punk. Punk kicked out on two. Axel got Punk up, and Punk kicked Axel in the gut, that being followed by a whip to a corner. Punk got up and counted, the WWE Universe counting with him to ten. Punk then connected with a headlock on Axel and went for a bulldog. Punk went for a cover and Axel kicked out on two. The time was eight minutes, fourteen seconds. Punk smacked the mat and got Axel up, but Axel connected with a fisherman's suplex and went for a cover. Punk kicked out on two.

Axel looked at the clock - seven minutes, fifty-eight seconds. He had to get moving. He got down to Punk and threw a few punches to his face, wearing the former WWE Champion down. Axel was beginning to look desperate. So, he takes Punk between the ropes and chokes him. Punk struggling for a way out. The referee counts to four and that was when the referee backed away Axel. Axel held his hands in surrender, like he did nothing wrong. Punk was crawling on his knees, using Axel to get himself up. Punk threw in a few punches, but Axel pushed him down to the floor.

Six minutes and fifteen seconds. Punk looked at the clock on the floor. He used the ropes as support to get himself up. He was tired now, he didn't know what will it take to get Axel down for the three count. Axel went to get Punk, but he pulls the ropes down and Axel goes flying over them to the ringside. Punk waited for the right moment to get Axel. He watched him trying to get back up and that was when Punk bounced off the ropes and connected with a suicide dive. Both of the Superstars were on the floor. The referee waited for a sign of either talent getting up, and when he found none, he began counting. In the count to five, Punk got up and grabbed Axel and rolled him back in the ring. Punk slide back in the ring after and noticed that there was no sign of Axel getting up. Punk gestured his go to sleep taunt, railing the WWE Universe, like they have for the entire match.

Three minutes and five seconds. That was how much time that these match had left. Punk placed Axel on his shoulders and connected Axel's face to his knees and went for the cover to win this Beat the Clock Challenge. Punk was able to beat the clock in two minutes and fifty-seven seconds to spare. When Punk had recovered, he had a mic in his hands, a huge smile took over his face.

"It seems like I won the Beat the Clock Challenge, and this is how things are going to work out. At Hell in a Cell, it's going to be CM Punk versus the newest Paul Heyman guy, Ryback...and Paul Heyman in an elimination handicap match in Hell in a Cell! The other Heyman guys, Brock Lesnar and Curtis Axel are banned from ringside; any interference from either of them and they will be terminated - fired! I can eliminate Ryback and that will leave me Paul Heyman all alone." Punk smirked, things were finally going his way.

Paul Heyman could get what he rightfully deserves.

Punk won the Beat the Clock Challenge! Will Heyman get what he deserves? We will have to see! Please, fave, follow and review! :)