Post by Cody on Jul 19, 2010 23:09:29 GMT -5
From the Champion...
The audience sat quieter than usual before the very opening of the show before all the pyro, the excitement, and the adrenaline of a weekly episode of Monday Night Raw could even begin. Just classic chants of 'Woooo' showing shades of the wrestling legend Ric Flair, various other chants, and just small talk. People gathered into their seat in a rush as the lights went out. Cheers and screams from the younger and female genre rose as they searched for seats carrying big bags of popcorn and drinks wearing brand new shirts purchased from the many stands set up through out the arena. The time that they waited for neared, the countdown began as the trademark World Wrestling Empire logo and old clips exploded onto the screen. A million of LED lights going to work on the stage and lighting it up to create a fair light show before the pyro. In their minds they all sat in wait for the glorious bang. A sudden pause in all the activity and the entire audience were on the edge of their feet ready for the boom and the circling cameras looking to get their sign on cable. But nothing happened, until an oh so familiar face appeared on the screen with a smile on his face and a belt around his shoulder.
The gold shined in the bright lights on the interview room where he sat on a stool in front of a red canvas. Along with him, a set of boos arrived as well, the man who always was the one to ruin the moment was no big thing for them to see. CM Punk lifted his taped hands off his knees and raised in his right the microphone up to his mouth waiting for complete silence to talk. He was wearing his signature four star wrestling trunks and over him a CM Punk grey sweatshirt, the hood opened up and over his long black hair. The hair was neatly folded behind his ears and his smirk began to fade away when the fans continued on. He decided to not wait it out and just talk over top of them.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but then again, I'm not. Of all the cities in this world and we just had to land in Green Bay. Of all the scum bag places in this world that I am forced to grace with my presence, this peasant filled hell is the lowest of the low. But Vince McMahon, he has a little policy around here where I can't just keep my title being scarce so once in a while, I actually have to show up. But let's face it, without me, where would you people be? I'll tell you exactly where you would be because I know quite well, you would all be living up the Undertaker's rear end because he wouldn't have taken his little hiatus. He wouldn't have veer left his title behind had it not been for me because I just have a way with people. I knew that if I never got rid of the Deadman, then I would have no chance at retrieving my rightful gold and saving all of you imbeciles from this world. So for that, consider yourselves, welcome."
He shifted his head in disgust as all of the members booed him in hatred and disbelief that he could even be so ignorant. Punk just focused his eyes back on the camera and continued on in his address to the Thy Universe.
"So perhaps The Undertaker is back after all, he has already managed to defeat me once, and win a chance back at my championship. I assure you though that this is all beginning to stop. My control over this company isn't about to be spoiled by some ego-boosted deadman. How many times has he actually already died in his long career? How many times has he gone on these vacation events from the ring and left me and others to pick up the pieces? It was foolish to even believe he was gone for good whenever I took him out, but now, it's time to switch my methods on going about this. If Taker has a chance at my belt, then so be it. I'm not going to let my eyes wander away from my belt and I'm not going to stop my goal. Because in case you idiots didn't notice yet, this is still my company. This is still all apart of the Punk Regime! I promised the end to all of the nonsense. I promised an end to drug abuse and substance abuse in this sport and I'm not done yet. Undertaker thinks that he can put me away from my goal just because he shows up in the picture with his white eyeballs."
His voice grows in aggression as the speech continues and the camera closes in on him a little bit. The audience becomes just a little bit more silent as his rage gets louder. The furious mood he was just in comes to a sudden switch though as he sits back in the seat and chuckles his way into a cynical smirk.
"Taker likes to screw around with death and he likes to play the judge when it comes to professional wrestling. He god rid of Dolph Ziggler fast in an epic match and he finished off the likes of many others in this business but maybe it's time to fight fire with fire. You send a strong message with few words Deadman, but here is a little message from me to you. I... am going to walk out of one of these dirty disgraces of an arena with my belt around my waist for plenty of months to come. After... I close the casket on your future with the WWE Championship for good. You can bet on it."
He set himself back up on the stool and took a deep sigh looking at the ground and then rolling his eyes back up face forward.
"But of course, that isn't my only main focus tonight because the boss doesn't like for me to take a break. No I have to play around with the man I have now faced up to a thousand times because he doesn't get enough of me making him look like the unprofessional loser he is night in and night out. He doesn't get the picture that after I have won so many times, he will never get a chance to beat me or he would have already done it. Sure he got lucky once but that victory doesn't even deserve to be in the record books. It was nothing more than a fluke set up by all of these smoking bastards in the upper management. That's beside the point though, maybe I will just have to beat it into his head one more time. Because The Game can do all of these little slutty interviews and bash my name in like all hell. In the end though, he knows deep down inside just like all of you alcoholics that he can't beat me. He can't beat me, he never will beat me, and the odds of him beating me are even worse now that I gained this little influence to put around my waist. Give him a good hand though for his efforts, the want to be champion of the WWE. It's not like he didn't try though, he took every pill he possibly could, drowned his body in steroids until he made himself the definition of athletically fit. After all that hard swallowing of pill after pill after pill, you still have to swallow down that taste of defeat."
A few more glances around and Punk swiftly took the belt with his other arm standing up and moving the stool from out of his way. The Straight Edge Savior then put the belt back to rest on his shoulder once again standing up. He flicked the hair from out of his face and put the mic in front of his face again.
"Really though, what else do I have to prove to you here? I am a savior, the one that this world needs to keep you all from practicing the daily routines that people like Triple H have established. I'm the Straight Edge Messiah that whether you admit it or not, admire from a distance. I teach people the lessons that they need to be taught and I deliver help whether they ask for it or I personally give it to them. Hunter, you just don't seem to be too eager to listen. I have provided you with what I think is best for you, I ask for you to not come down to the ring. I ask for you to find your actual wife and quit twisting and turning good morals around to suit your needs and quit playing around with those skanks in the back half your age. Hunter, I ask for you to just surrender your sins to me and your career in wrestling, but still you refuse to understand what my intentions are. So I'm done trying to pound what is right into your head. Tonight in this terrible excuse for a city, I am going to once again steal whatever thunder you actually had. And do you want to know the pathetic part Hunter? It took you so many tries to get to where you are in wrestling and to be known as a veteran in this place. Numerous World Championships only to fall victim to me over and over again so late in your career. Look at yourself recently, all you've done is trip over your own feet. But rather than just giving your career in wrestling the honorable dirt nap that it so very much needs, you keep struggling. I'm still a young World Champion on this roster, and Game, I'm only just getting started."
The WWE Champion then made a signal to the side where the camera has a blind spot and behind the rest canvas you could make out the silhouettes of a group of men standing behind the red. The outline of their bodies as they began to line up shoulder to shoulder and Punk settled in the middle now glaring at the camera as if to make a statement to the entire audience who gathered with the same expression of shock almost. The Army he had been promising might have actually arrived after all. His grin couldn't extend any farther as his arms folded revealing the X on each wrist written in black marker. The Champion now stood slightly more intimidating than before.
"Before I acted alone in this business, this Championship that I carry with me everywhere, not even you stupid critics in Wisconsin can say that I didn't earn this thing. I went out and I took out the Undertaker, I got myself back into the World Championship race with a win, then I took on three of the best in this place and choked out Judas Mesias to become Champ. But now, the Phenom thinks that he can come back in and make an attempt at my belt and all my hard work well then he can think again. I promised you that I would form an army and you all laughed when the next week no one showed up. And the next week, and the next week, and the next. But I can't hold it in any longer. Consider them an extra pair of eyes of the Straight Edge religion. Triple H, hopefully you and Taker can do the math by now. I'm not going to lie down my work and put it on the line every week. Count each eye Triple H and add together how many extra people there will be to worry about. This isn't just to you anymore though Game."
The Straight Edge Leader got down on his one knee and rested his hand on the other mocking the classic Undertaker pose performed in mid-ring. The shadows behind him didn't move a muscle as the champ grew a face of pure pleasure. He flipped his head up, the hair went to the back of his head, as he slowly began to clench his fist by his knee.
"This is for the entire roster. If I have to worry about this Deadman trying to hunt me down all the time, if I have to be unsafe and keep a close eye on my surroundings... Then nobody else in this place is going to be safe either. I am going to show the entire locker room and everyone of you morons in the stands what Straight Edge means. And my attacks aren't going to stop until I finally get what I want. Undertaker, if you won't join me and you're going to be a common fool like the rest of these people... Then you will. Rest. In. Peace."
The screen faded to black with CM Punk's laughter being all that was heard as he posed like the Deadman. The WWE Championship being rose up by his raised knee.
