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Before either of them knew it Monday came and they were back in some city waiting for Raw to begin, the last few days had been filled with endless hours of training Brenna. Punk was grateful for Amy's help but something seemed off about the women she was asking to many questions and the few times Punk was alone with Amy he could of sworn she was hitting on him. Colt wasn't much better his friend seemed unusually quiet and kept giving Punk cryptic messages about everyone having a past and not to judge them by it. The nights have been filled with endless hours of love making and Punk swore he was beginning to feel sleep deprived. Brenna and Punk hadn't talked about the fact that sex wasn't suppose to be part of the agreement and that worried him, he could tell this was turning into something more, hell he was beginning to get attached and that was something he didn't do. Everyone always leaves and Punk refused to let himself become emotionally invested in any one, he put up walls and tested everyone around him yet he wasn't doing that with Brenna. She right now seemed to be the eye of the storm for him, his life had turned into chaos except when he was with her the stress disappeared and he could breath. He needed to distance himself from this women but that just seemed impossible she was a candle and he was the moth being drawn into her light he was afraid it was only to be burnt.
Punk was still sore but ready to go, he was planning on going out there and dropping another pipe bomb on Paul with Brenna at his side, she seemed nervous but he knew she would turn on the charm as soon as she was out on front of the crowd. As the show started they walked to the gorilla position and watched several matches. Finally Punk's music played and the pop was huge as they made there way down to the ring. Punk grabbed a microphone and smiled at his wife he leaned down and gave her a brief kiss to the delight of the crowd. He then stepped away and looked up the ramp as Paul and Axel appeared at the top. "Paul just the man I wanted to see tonight. You made a huge mistake last week, attacking me at Smack down was a very stupid move little man. The bigger mistake though was once again putting your hands on my wife. I warned you about that Paul and just so we are clear if it ever happens again I will call the police and have assault charges pressed against you. Now Paul I understand your upset you didn't get to give the bride away but it was a small ceremony, would you like to see your pictures?" Paul shook his head no glaring at Punk, so Punk turned towards the audience. "He thought I was asking him, but in truth I was asking you the people who ohh what was it Paul said..." Brenna leaned forward and whispered in his ear 'Ahh yes thanks Hun, the people who respect me and are the only thing I have in this world. Would you like to see some wedding photos?" At the crowds chanting of yes Punk pointed to the titan tron were photo's appeared of the wedding. Paul turned there his face turning a very nasty shade of red. Brenna took the microphone from Punk and looked towards Paul.
"hey dad, um ya taking your blood pressure medication cause I wouldn't want you to blow an artery or something. Actually I would so please feel free to not take your meds. Dad, Paul I just wanted to thank you for introducing me to Punk, and let you know he's more of a man then you will ever be. Oh also last week you threatened me and said I picked the wrong side. Paul I don't see it that way, you see I picked the winning side in this war. I took the side that stands for truth and honesty, for love, and trust. I picked the side that satisfy me all night long, if ya know what I mean ladies." She looked at the crowd "Endless stamina, and a hot body, I think I've forgotten what sleep feels like at this point." The women in the crowd cheered wildly as Punk found himself blushing at his wife. He was so not going to hear the end of that in the locker room. He took the microphone back noticing that Paul was being quiet while they talked and that worried him slightly, wondering what he was planning.
"Just so we are clear Paul, my stamina and boosted ego aside I am going to destroy you, you can keep throwing Lesnar and Axel at me. Hell throw any of your Paul Heyman guys at me I will take them all down I'm going to start with your beast but rest assured the wreckage when I finish will lead right to your door. Also lets be clear "we" didn't hold the title for over a year and "we" didn't almost end the streak I did that Paul not you so don't lay claim to my achievements because your not a wrestler Paul. You didn't put your body on the line night after night. You didn't bleed and sacrifice for the right to be consider the best in the world. But you are going to bleed because when I am through with Lesnar at Summer slam I want you Paul in the ring one on one and the loser leaves the WWE forever. Before you object I'm not asking you, I'm asking the bored to grant me that match. So you can just take your protest and shove them where the sun don't shine." Punk stood there glaring at Paul, watching as the man raised the microphone to his fat lips. Punk waited for the lies to start spilling from the smarmy man.
"You won't survive Lesner, my beast is going to end you long before you ever come near me. Brenna darling since you have obviously chosen your side I figured I needed to inform your husband of a few things. I'm sure you've told him all about your past. The years of drug abuse, the rehabs, the jail time. I mean the straight edge savior must know all about his wife's illicit past and when you finally hit rock bottom. She overdosed a few times Phil, thank god the doctors were able to save her or she wouldn't be here in the ring as your wife. I;m just very curious how a man with your beliefs marries an addict. She never stays clean for very long, hell she's probably using now have you checked your bus for drugs Punk wouldn't want to have it pulled over and you going to jail for drug trafficking like my little girl." Punk schooled his features not revealing anything to the audience of Paul, he had not clue if this was the truth and he was reeling from this information. Colt's warnings were ringing in his head and he was trying to keep his cool. Paul looking smug and Brenna not moving beside him confirmed some of what Paul was ranting about was the truth but Punk just allowed a smile to spread across his face. He yanked Brenna towards him and began kissing her passionately, breaking from the kiss he looked at Paul.
"We all have a past Paul, and people who live in glass houses should expect me to blow them apart with a pipe bomb. Lets talk about your past Paul. Where should we begin, all the people you've screwed should I ask them to come out here one by one and tell their stories. Or should I track down some of the women from your past and bring them out here. Wait Paul I know lets bring out some of the wrestlers from ECW and have them talk about the drugs, the drinking, the life style you've led. Or maybe I should talk about the things I've seen, what I've witnessed first hand. Brenna's past means nothing to me who she is now is all that matters. Just to be clear Paul did I know what your talking about, no not even sure its true but I don't give a fuck. Your a sick son of a bitch if you think coming out here and tearing your daughter down is going to do anything except give me more of a focus of destroying your life." Punk saw Brenna suddenly move out of the corner of his eye and heard her call out he turned in time to be closelined by Lesnar. Axel slid into the ring and it became two on one Punk was holding his own as he was tossed out of the ring. Axel followed and they continue to beat on each other. He noticed Lesnar was gone and glanced around his blood running cold at Brenna's scream she was hoisted over the beast shoulder and being set up for the F5. Paul standing beside the beast screaming do it over and over. Punk tried to break free of Axel and head towards his wife, but Axel wouldn't allow it to happen.
"Paul don't" screamed Punk trying as hard as he could to get to his wife. Punk felt his heart stopped as in slow motion his struggling wife flew to the mat and went completely still. His eyes locked onto her small figure and in that moment he lost it. He drove his fist squarely into Axel's nose hearing the sick sound of it breaking it the man went down in a heap and Punk slid back into the ring watching as Paul fled, Punk just placed himself between Lesnar and his wife. He could see that Brenna was starting to come to and wanted to check on her but as long as Lesnar was in the ring he needed to be his focus. The thin sting of sanity he was holding onto snapped however when Paul's voice came over the microphone.
"Pipe bomb" was the only thing he spoke but it was enough for the rage Punk had been holding back to burst through and in a very Edge like move he speared Lesnar with all of his strength and just began beating on the man. Punk wasn't a rag doll this time, his rage giving him strength he didn't know he had. He felt people come into the ring and try to pull him off but nothing was stopping him. He shook away the hands and continued to bring his fist down repeatedly into the beast's shell shocked face. Punk had no clue how long he would of raged, hell at that moment he wanted the man dead yet the smallest touch on his shoulder and Brenna's voice in his ear telling him to stop was enough to finally allow other wrestlers to pull him away. John Cena backed Punk into the corner and kept him there until Lesnar was pulled from the ring. John was looking at him warily studying the man who he consider a friend worried for his sanity at the moment. Brenna was getting checked out by the doc and Punk shouldered past John over to her side taking her hand.
"I'm fine" she stated giving him a smile that turned into a grimace as the doctor probed a tender spot on her neck. "Your hurt" she stated looking at Punk's bleeding knuckles.
"Its nothing" he said glancing at his hands surprised himself to see the blood there. He couldn't feel the pain he was sure he probably should be feeling the only part of him that hurt was his heart. As they both got looked over in the back Punk watched her closely. Not wanting to but needing answers he finally spoke for the first time since the ring. "How much of what Paul said was true Bre?" She sighed holding the ice pack to her neck the doctor looked between the two but said nothing continuing to clean up Punk's hands.
"Can we please talk about it on the bus I will tell you all about it but not right now, not here" she said looking around. He nodded and watched as a neck brace was placed on Brenna. That's when he knew that the conversation wouldn't matter. He was leaving her, filing for divorce, it was over he never meant to put her in the line of fire. She was not suppose to get hurt, he had failed and he saw it clearly now. It was done, no matter what the truth was Paul was going to win this time, Punk was going to walk away and not look back despite the fact that the mere though of this action caused him to have difficulty breathing. The tightening in his chest and the lack of oxygen from his decision made Punk feel like he was going to pass out and suddenly the doctor was there talking to him but he couldn't hear anything over the breaking of his own heart. The last coherent thought Punk had before he literally passed out was 'its over'
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