Sorry it has been so long since I updated last life is crazy. I had a family reunion, then some how got volunteered to go to Arizona and move my Aunt back here to Maine. That was a fun trip filled with lots of problems. Then I decided to go back to school this semister instead of next term. So I had to quickly get signed up for classes. Are you guys loving seeing pissed off Punk on Raw this week it was so hot! I really hope he beats the crap out of Paul with a kendo stick very soon. Okay on to the chapter I could talk about Punk literally all the time so I will shut up and let you read. Please, please, please review.!
Punk laid on the exam table in the medical area backstage staring at the ceiling above him, he was getting so sick of this, and of the doctor. He had laid on this table for the last two hours as the doctor kept coming and going he would talk to Punk then wander off. Brenna had been here initially but after finding out that Punk would most likely be okay she had informed him that she was not speaking to him and stormed from the room. Punk had wanted to chase after her but the moment he stood dizziness had overwhelmed him and the doctor had pushed him back onto the bed letting Punk know in a no nonsense tone that he was going to be here until the doctor felt like he could go and that if Punk attempted to leave he would put him on the injured list indefinitely.
The door to the room opened and Punk sighed as Cena entered the room. John walked over to the exam bed and pushed Punk's leg out of the way and sat down staring intently at the arrogant man in front of him. 'What do you want John?" Punk finally snapped after several minutes of silent staring. "Well I came to see if you were alright. However since your cheerful attitude is intact I would say you'll be fine. Your wife seems kind of pissed off she is out sitting in a chair in the hallway glaring at the door. I asked her if she was okay and how you were and I quote she said I'm just peachy my idiot husband gets his head bashed into a concrete floor because he thinks he has to handle everything himself and ends up collapsing in front of me after his ex girlfriend throws herself at him. I am just dandy and as far as Punk you would have to ask the asshole yourself if the selfish jerk is okay far as I'm concerned he could... well I don't know he just could! It was quite funny but I have a feeling you my friend are in the dog house. What the hell were you thinking going to talk to Heyman without back up?" Punk processed John's words slowly his head was still pounding and slightly confused.
"Wait what I went to Paul to help us out, I wanted to take her out the equation she can't be put in anymore position where she could be hurt. She's pregnant for god sake what was I suppose to do, I had to talk to Paul and needed him to listen. Even if he keeps coming after me I know he won't put her at risk he would never purposely end a life. What is she talking about my ex girlfriend didn't throw herself at me. I was talking to Paul and then hit the floor thanks to his protege then ended up here I don't get what she means by that." Punk was confused and the more he tried to think and figure things out the more his head hurt. John had a huge smile on his face and laughed a little.
"Damn you really got your bell rung didn't you. From what I understand Amy helped you back to your locker room and made a move on you. She didn't succeed and Brenna walked in and now I understand why there wasn't more of a bitch fight. You threw Amy out and collapsed that's how you ended up here. I'm betting you have some memory loss from the concussion you received. You having a kid though is priceless I hope its a girl who gives you a run for your money and just like you. Congratulations Punk I think you got everything you never knew you wanted. Though knowing you the hospital trip that they are arrange for you right now is going to piss you off and that's why the doc had me come tell you. Apparently he wants further tests on that think skull of yours. If I was you I wouldn't fight it I would go quietly and hope that appeases some of your wife's anger and she thinks your trying to take better care of yourself." Punk rubbed his forehead and groaned.
"I hate hospitals" he muttered but knew John was right and fighting this would piss his wife off more. Plus he almost felt like he needed to go have his head checked out it would be helpful if the elephants stopped tap dancing in his skull. "Thanks on the congratulations though I think you are enjoying this way to much. You were married John unsuccessfully but married none the less so how do I make this up to her. I hate her being mad at me, when she gets mad it means she's not happy and for some reason if she's not happy it effects my life enormously"
"Well your little dig about my divorce aside have you tried flowers, jewelry, chocolate, honesty, or since she is knocked up what ever she is craving?" Punk sighed and looked pleadingly at John. "She is not the flowers and jewelry kind of women, well I don't think she is I've never tried. I guess honesty and getting her to talk to me as my best bet, though I'm not great at that with her, I feel the need to protect her. I love her more than anything I've ever loved and it scares me John. Could you do me a huge favor and get her to come in here and talk to me. Please I'll beg if I have to" John rolled his eyes but stood.
"I make no promises but I will try to get her to come in here and please don't beg it doesn't suit you. I understand the need to protect the one you love but and its a huge thing protecting her is going to push her away include her. Talk to her and make decisions together, also don't go talk to Heyman without back up again. He has completely lost it and needs to be taken out but you have allies so come to us when you need help. Understand me Phillip?" Punk nodded and watched as John left the room.
He waited for what felt like an eternity before the door opened and Brenna walked into the room. Brenna walked across the room and sat in the bed beside of Punk her arms folded across her chest. Punk wanted to reach out to her but the body language told him he needed to do some groveling first. "Bre baby I'm sorry, I know that I should of talked to you before going to talk to Paul and that I shouldn't have gone alone. I was trying to protect us and didn't think it through fully. I can't promise that I won't go off and not think things through in the future but I can say that I will try to do my best to talk everything out with you first. As far as Amy goes I'm sorry that happened also and I promise she is out of our lives if she can't respect my marriage and the women I love then she has no place in our world. Bre please forgive me, please Hun I love you." Bre sighed and rolled her eyes at him before reaching out and taking his hand.
"You are not fully forgiven Phillip Jack Brooks we will talk about this a lot more when we are at home. Right now you're hurt so I'm going to be nice and not yell. You are going to go over to the hospital and have your head examined and if they told me you had brain damage it wouldn't surprise me in the least it would explain how you can be so reckless and stupid but not surprising. Then we will head home and I will yell a lot. So just sit back and relax cause the next few days are going to be very long ones for you my dear." He sighed but pulled her close planting a kiss gently to her lips she didn't pull away and for that he was grateful, part of him was still insecure and afraid that if he made her mad or hurt her she would leave, just like everyone in his life. He deepened the kiss slightly getting lost in her taste until the sound of someone clearing his voice pulled him back as he looked over Brenna's shoulder he felt his blood pressure rising. Paul Heyman stood in the doorway Curtis Axel right behind. Punk tugged Brenna to the other side of the bed placing himself between her and Paul. Forcing the dizziness down he slid to the side of the bed prepared if Paul came closer.
"Get the hell out" he hissed at his former friend, "Take your bitch with you Paul" Paul just smirked and came further into the room. Axel stayed by the door but did close it behind him.
"Now, now Phil relax. I didn't come here to start a fight. Much like your intention earlier I came here to offer a olive branch." Punk scoffed at the older room crossing his arms over his chest. "I love you Phil and I want you back in the family along with my daughter and future grandchild. Congratulations on your wonderful news Brenna I am sure you both will be wonderful parents." Brenna crossed her arms over her chest and glared daggers at her father. "All you have to do both of you is apologize and this could all be over. We would be one big happy family and no one would have to worry about being hurt." Punk forced himself to his feet trying not to show any weakness.
"You want an apology Paul, well here ya go I am sorry that I ever met you and I am very sorry for anyone who cross paths with you because they have to listen to you speak for one second. You can take your offer of being a family again and shove it up your ass. I have no interest to ever align myself with you and you are getting no where near my wife or child ever again. Leave Paul before I decided I've had enough of your mouth and close it permanently." Paul shock his head and turned to leave Punk noticed the nod he gave Axel and a moment later Punk had Axel against the wall. He held the man firmly his arm across Axel's throat putting just enough pressure so he would be uncomfortable breathing. However in the process of preventing Axel's attack he had forgotten Paul.
"Let him go Phillip I wouldn't want your pretty wife to get hurt." Phil looked over and saw that Paul had Brenna firmly by the arms and an evil sneer on his face. Phil reluctantly step away from Axel the moment he did Axel slammed Punk into the wall he had just been against.
"Let her go" Punk growled at Paul "Your fight is with me not her." Punk didn't even attempt to fight off Axel he allowed the man to keep him pinned his interest was on Paul and his wife. The door to the room opened and the doctor and John Cena walked in both froze taking in the scene in front of them.
"Get out now" Paul spat at the two and when neither of them budged he turned to Punk "ask your friends to leave Phillip we wouldn't want them to cause something to happen to piss me off." Punk took a deep breath and grimaced as Axel pressed his arm tighter against his throat.
"Leave please, everything will be fine Paul just wants to talk and make a point." He hissed out at the two. Both slowly back out of the room reluctantly closing the door behind them.
"Good now that I have your undivided attention Phillip we are going to come a to a little agreement. I understand you are going to be on the injured list for a few weeks. When you return you will be facing my beast but I have a little personal stipulation to the match. You see when you came to me today and asked me to back off Brenna I decided to honor the request on one condition." Punk pushed on Axel's arm lessening the pressure.
"You have an odd way of showing it Paul, if you honored the request your hands would not be on my wife right now. Let her go and we can talk, let her leave the room and I will let Axel here keep me right where I am until you finish what you want to say. Having her here is not gaining any trust." Paul smirked for a moment and then laughed.
"If I let your wife go then what's stopping the men gathering outside the door from barging in and attacking. I think that would be a very stupid thing and if I am anything stupid would not be in the description. She is staying this won't take long you just have to agree to my stipulation and I am gone. The thing is when you face my beast and lose you will need to do two things. The first is issue a public apology to me in front of the whole WWE universe, including begging me to take you back. Then Phil you will return to my side and we will once again rule the WWE, it will be Paul Heyman, Curtis Axel, Brock Lesnar, Brenna Brooks and CM Punk all together as a family. If by some miracle you win Phil, then Monday after you face Brock you will face Axel with the same stipulation. If you win that match then I will fulfill my part of the stipulation which is that I will leave the two of you and any future children alone. You will never have to deal with Paul Heyman again. If you agree to this then I guarantee the safety of your wife, and my guys will not place a finger on her or go near her ever." Brenna shook her head at Punk mouthing no over and over again.
"If I agree to this Paul, then I want one more thing as part of this little agreement. When I beat both Brock and Axel I want you in the ring. In a match one on one no disqualification, no interference. I get you if I win, you get me back if you win." Paul consider this for a moment before releasing Brenna he walked across the room standing beside Axel. He smirked at Punk nodding he held out his hand. Punk looked back at Brenna and she sighed and just nodded. "Deal" said Punk taking Paul's hand. Paul grasped his hand firmly pulling Punk close making Axel release him.
"I can not wait to see Lesnar teach you the lesson you so surely need to learn. I hope you are 100% by Summerslam my son, because if not it won't be much of a fight." Paul stepped back and then reached up and slapped Punk across the face. Punk gritted his teeth but just glared at Paul.
"Get out now, or I swear you won't make it to Summerslam Paul." He hissed through clenched teeth his blood was boiling but he would not start a fight with Brenna in the room. Paul just laughed evilly and fled the room Axel in tow behind him. Paul pushed past security and several superstars just laughing as he went. Punk slid to the floor the dizziness in his head intensifying, he placed his head in his hands and groaned. "I despise that man, please just give me permission to go kill him now. It would make me feel so much better." Brenna knelt beside of him "Are you okay?" Punk asked raising his head long enough to look her over.
"I'm fine he didn't hurt me just used me to keep you in check. To answer the first question you are currently not in the position to kill anyone but maybe later when you feel better, check with me then you might find me at a hormonal moment and give you permission to kill the man, However for now we need to get you to the hospital then home to rest." He just nodded and the grimaced, Brenna stepped back and watched as Cena and the doc got Punk onto a stretcher and as she followed them from the room she decided they needed help and she was going to do some recruiting. Paul Heyman was not going to ever use her again. He was going down and while Punk was on the shelf Brenna was going to put some chest pieces in place and at Summerslam they would have the last laugh. Check mate was in the Brooks future and Paul Heyman was the King they would take down. Brenna just needed an evil queen and an army to help her out.
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