You and Punk were wrestling rivals, along with in person rivals. He was about 2 decades older than you, so he thought he knew everything.

One night, you were out with your friends at a bar. You had gotten FAR more drunk than you planned to. And a man was trying to convince you to come home with him. You knew better, so you made up an excuse to call what you thought was your mom.

The phone rang twice before someone answered. You spoke first, your voice slurring.

”Hey..Mom.. I’m.. at the bar downtown and this- this guy.. David.. wont leave me alone.. Can you come- get me..” You said, your voice faint over the music. What you didn’t know is that you had accidentally called Punk. You were confused when you didnt head your moms voice. You look at your phone and see a ongoing call with “asshole”. Before you could act like you were joking, he ended the call.

The next thing you know, you see Punk. Tall and broad, stomping into the bar. He looks around until he spots you in the corner. He immediately grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests.