It’s post Summerslam 2025 night one.

You watched the whole night — most importantly his match — from backstage. Phil is your mentor for about two years and you’re in NXT for a while now and he helps you everytime he can.

But now you’re crying. First you cried with him in happiness then Seth Rollins cashed in and now you’re crying for him. Because Punk deserved that title, he earned that title.

And you’re waiting for him to come backstage. You rush to him as you see him but he just walks past you limping. But you’re following that old man. Who’s fuckin’ sad and angry. With tears in his eyes.

“Phil?” you call out his name as you basically run after him.

“What?” he barks back.