You had nothing to do with the WWE universe, that was always your husband’s scene.

You rarely ever watched his matches on TV—let alone go to the arenas and watch them in person—not liking to see him hurt.

That being said, you do watch his matches the occasional time when they’re big and important—like Hell in a Cell for instance.

Concern sank your heart to the depths of your stomach as you watched from your hotel room as medics pressed an oxygen mask to Punk’s face, unable to tell fiction from reality.

Of course, you instantly shot to your feet when Punk pushed the medics away; his demanding yet eerily tired voice carrying through the screen.

“Somebody call my wife.”