"I thought you said you weren't in Texas." CM Punk growled at his unexpected visitor.
A few hours earlier, Punk had appeared on RAW due to demands that he was to respond to Heyman's accusations. Trying to stay calm about the situation, Punk had explained that he wanted a match versus Brock Lesnar at Summerslam, to put an end to Heyman's claim that Punk could never beat 'The Beast.' Punk wasn't afraid of Lesnar; in fact, Punk was excited for his match. He would have wrestled Lesnar there and then if it weren't for two reasons. First of all, Punk was obviously injured. He wasn't going to deny that. 13 staples in his head, and injuries to his ankle and elbow, due to the F-5 onto the table by Lesnar. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the fact was that in the shape that he was in and with the injuries he had sustained from the ladder and that idiot Lesnar he wouldn't be able to wrestle. That wasn't the only reason. Knowing that Punk would physically hurt him, Paul Heyman hadn't even got the guts to talk to him in person. He'd had a video conference 'via satellite' in which he claimed that both himself and Lesnar wouldn't even venture into the state of Texas, where RAW was being held. Furiously, Punk had threatened Heyman, and once again, like the coward he was, Heyman had ran away. Of course, Punk didn't believe for one moment and had even once again questioned Heyman's honesty. And he was right, as usual. That fucking liar.
"Punk, you know why I'm here..." Heyman began, stepping towards Punk, one arm outstretched.
"Don't even try that with me again, Heyman!" smacking away Heyman's arm, Punk grabbed the top of Heyman's shirt. Roughly pushing him against the wall, Punk's eye narrowed. "You lied again. And now you're going to get what's coming to you..." Heyman's eyes widened in panic and he started to shake. "Shitting yourself now, you lying fuck?" Punk spat in Heyman's face. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Punk... Phil... stop this, don't...aaaah!" Heyman's plea was interrupted by a swift punch to the stomach. Gasping for air, Heyman fell to his knees. "Phil... please... don't..."
"So, you can let ME endure far worse pain than this, but YOU can't take a punch to the stomach without crying?" Punk thought as he stood above the whimpering mess that was now crying beneath him. "Get the fuck out of here, Heyman." snarled Punk, grabbing Heyman's ponytail and throwing him onto the ground. Heyman didn't move, continuing to clutch his stomach and breath heavily. Punk tapped his former manager with his foot. No wonder he hid from Punk at RAW tonight. At RAW, Punk was furious, and wouldn't have been able to show the restraint that he had tonight. Despite causing little injury to the man who'd betrayed him, Punk unusually felt no regret. He vowed to take the rest of his anger out on that idiot, Brock Lesnar.
"Come on, Heyman." Punk knelt down to check that Heyman was still alive. Surely a single punch to the stomach wouldn't cause that much injury? Funny how Paul Heyman had claimed that the duo, himself and CM Punk, were combined the reining champion for 400 plus consecutive days. Heyman would have had no chance in any of the matches Punk had wrestled. He was all talk.