CM Punk slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. The sound of his phone buzzing repeatedly had woken him and, despite trying to ignore it, he rolled over to check it. Groggily, Punk grabbed his phone, trying to think about what could be so urgent.

"For fuck's sake." Punk groaned, slamming his phone back down. He'd been trying to forget the 'incident' with Heyman. It seemed that that would be extremely hard if Heyman didn't keep his fucking mouth shut about him. If the situation between the two of them hadn't been bad enough, Heyman, according to multiple messages in Punk's inbox, had been running his mouth about him to The Miz on Smackdown. Heyman had apparently warned Punk to "stay down" and "leave the WWE". To make matters worse, Heyman had been spreading his idiotic lies even more, claiming that if Punk ever showed his face in the WWE again, Lesnar would take Punk's actions as a "spiteful act of provocation". That idiot Heyman had even vowed that Punk would be "dealt with" by Brock Lesnar.

"I wonder what people would say if they knew what really happened between us." laughed Punk to himself. Oh well, at least Heyman would leave him alone. From the sound of things, Heyman had a new favourite, Curtis Axel.

Did Heyman even deserve a response? After all Heyman had done, CM Punk still felt guilty for whatever reason. Trying to take his mind off things, Punk crawled out of bed. His head was throbbing. Just as he got up, his heard his phone vibrate once again. Half asleep, Punk reached for his phone off the table and answered it without even checking the number.

"I meant what I said last night, Punk." Jesus Christ, couldn't Heyman leave him alone for a day?

"What part, Heyman? The part where you claimed that I should leave the WWE, or that I'd be beaten again by Lesnar?" Punk growled down the phone. "Look, I don't get why you-"

"The part where I said I still have love in my heart for you, Punk." Heyman interrupted him, pretending he hadn't even heard Punk's angry words. "It's true. I wouldn't have come round to your place the other night if I didn't mean it. You know how I feel about you, Punk. And I'm being honest. I wouldn't lie to you..."

Honest? Paul Heyman? Punk stifled a giggle. "Yeah, Heyman. Honest is your middle name. I heard what you had to say the other day, and I've heard what you said about me on Smackdown. So, if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave me alone. Maybe you could harass your new favourite plaything Curtis Axel instead?"

Silence. Punk wondered what he'd said that Heyman had been so shocked by.

"...you really don't believe me, Phil?"

"No, I don't." Punk spat back down the phone. "You lie about things all the time. You sabotage matches. You only care about progressing your career. Now that you're pissed off that I don't want you as my manager, you can't stand the fact that that might impact your career. You're a lying scumbag, Heyman, and I'm not prepared to be used by you anymore."

"I don't think we should talk about this over the phone..." Heyman started to say when Punk interjected. "What, so you can sexually harass me again? Nice try, Heyman."

"Sexually harass?" Punk could practically heard Heyman's confusion. "Punk, we both know that's not what it was."

What was it then? Punk hadn't really thought about it. Well, he'd tried not to. He could feel his hands sweating and his heart beating louder as he thought about Heyman kissing him. Yes, he wanted it at the time, but wasn't Heyman the one who started it all?

Punk glanced at his watch. "Heyman, I don't have time to talk about this. I have to go and meet Amy. You know, my girlfriend?" He waited for some sort of plea from Heyman and this time he wouldn't give in to that manipulative scumbag. Instead, he was greeted with silence again from the other end of the phone. His former manager seemed to be lost for words. "And don't forget..." Punk added, a half smile on his face. "I'm best in the world. And you can try and get your boyfriend Brock Lesnar to 'deal' with me. But you're going to regret messing with me and making this personal."

Pressing the END CALL button on his phone, Punk slammed it onto the table. "Screw you, Paul Heyman."