"What the FUCK are you playing at, Heyman?" CM Punk snarled, his forehead creasing slightly as he glared at Paul Heyman, his former Manager. It didn't help that Punk was extremely short tempered; recently, Heyman had been irritating him a lot more than usual. And that was the biggest understatement of the century.
Had he planned this all out? It didn't make any sense to Punk. In fact, not a single part of this situation made sense to him. One minute, Heyman was claiming that Punk 'broke his heart' and he only had 'love for CM Punk', and the next he was creating these stupid, stupid situations. That was Paul Heyman for you- manipulative, selfish and an asshole.
Heyman smirked again and ran his hair over his slicked back ponytail. Punk took a deep breath and blew out slowly. Heyman would only use his anger against him. Are you happy, Heyman?
"Seriously, Heyman, what is this all about? Why have you brought Brock Lesnar here of all places?" Punk stepped towards Heyman, clenching his fists tightly.
"Punk, Punk, Punk" sang Heyman, a mocking tone in his voice. "You don't get it, do you? You play right into my hands. Getting you to do what I want is easy."
Jumping forwards, Punk instinctively reached out to grab Heyman in anger. "Stop fucking playing around, Heyman. DO you have feelings for me or not? Why can't you let me know where I stand with you?!" Heyman sidestepped Punk's lunge and placed his hand on the doorhandle next to him. "You're not leaving, Heyman, until you tell me what this is all about."
"Fine, Punk!" Heyman spat, backing against the door. "I... I loved you. I did. You broke my heart, Punk. You're a Paul Heyman guy. We made a great team, WE were WWE champion for all that time, not you, US. And you seemed to think you did it alone. But you didn't, did you Phil?" Heyman's expression hardened. "You might have thought I'd have wanted our relationship maybe more, ahem 'personal', which I did, Punk. But you're an arrogant, self centered, self proclaimed 'Best In The World.', and your over inflated ego needs to be brought down a notch. So, who better than Brock Lesnar to show the 'Best' that he's not, 'THE BEST'?!" practically yelling those last words, Heyman stood up straight, staring Punk right in the eye. "Our personal relationship is separate from our business relationship, CM Punk, and you don't seem to realise that. This-" Heyman gestured around him at Punk's room, his unmade bed, and Punk himself. "-this is personal. And in that ring, that is business."
Heyman pulled the door open and stepped through it, slamming it behind him.
"And my world revolves around business."