CM Punk love [straightedge and stunning]

"Gimme a sec." I said into the mic and went over to the corner of the ring Phil was in. I dropped the mic and whispered,"Phil, the writers said I got this. So no worries. Unless Edge decides to go pshyco.."
"If he hurts you...Jill don't be mad if I kick his ass."
"I really don't care. But I think I can handle this." I kissed him quickly on the cheek and got into my stance. The bell rang.
"Come on! Let's see what you got, Junior!" Edge said. He was kinda angry, so I figured I'd get it over with. I went in for a drop kick and Edge landed on the mat. He got to his feet and slapped me across the face!
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Phil screamed from my corner at Edge. I rubbed my cheek, which stung incredibly. What the fuck is Edge's problem? I kicked out his legs and pounced. I started repeatedly punching him in the face. The ref counted to 4, and I got off Edge. Not getting DQed for your sorry ass, Edge.
He regained his composure and went back into his stance. He then charged and speared me. I'd been speared before when I was training, but not like this.All of the wind was knocked out of me, andmy lungs seemed to collapse.I couldn't breathe. I layed on the mat and suddenly I heard the bell ring. What? He didn't pin me...Unless... I shifted up and saw Phil jumped over the ropes. He was face to face with Edge and he was screaming at him. That spear really took alot out of me... I can barely breathe!I layed back on the mat, rolling in and out of semi-conciousness. The crowd started to cheer, and out of the corner of my eye, Phil excecuted the perfect GTS. Edge lay motionless on the mat, probably knocked out.
"Jill!" he ran over to me. "Can you hear me? Stay with me!"
"My lungs..." I managed to say. I really couldn't breathe well at this point. I closed my eyes. I felt myself being put on a strecher and being wheeled out of the arena.