Post by Cody on May 17, 2010 20:03:06 GMT -5
[OCC: It isn't my best work but I'm really sick and I believe I have strep. My left ear hurts bad, I can't hear out of it, but I hope to be back in my best condition shortly. I tried to give it all I got but I may have came out short. Best of luck to Triple H.
PROLOGUE:
Ever since he stepped foot on Friday Night Smackdown, the only thing that you seen was CM Punk stepping on those who got in his way. He followed a path that made him truly a threatening man in the business. Along the way, he developed a sick and twisted way that made him only wanting one thing. A World Championship around his waist, and he is nearly there. While many superstars jump from brand to brand trying to fix themselves, Punk didn't have to wait for the draft to make his huge and unexpected jump to Monday Night Raw. An ongoing confrontation for weeks with Bret Hart escalated when it clashed with former Smackdown General Manager Shane McMahon having Bret Hart fired from the company and also Shane by the big boss Vince McMahon. Punk however wasn't ready to hang up his boots just because of one little event. He built off of it just to make himself that much more stronger. He made a presence in his first match on Raw by extending his undefeated streak once more in defeating Alexander Kendall to become the WWE Champion number one contender. The task before him though whenever the night comes, an also undefeated Undertaker. The Deadman is no easy task, but before he gets that chance, CM Punk must make a return from his absence and rise up to fight Triple H. An easy task? No. A threat? Yes. Does it matter to CM Punk? ....
Monday Night Raw got off from another commercial break and jumped right back into all the action and excitement with fan roaring. You could barely hear the voices coming from the announce table above all the fans who screamed their heads off and chanted the names of popular superstars. All the joy and cheering though only lasted for a short while before out behind the curtain walked the Straight Edge Savior. 'This Fire Burns' by Killswitch Engage came shooting out from the speakers, the guitar screaming into the ears of fans who reached over the barricade awaiting Punk to come down. Just like clockwork and sure enough, the self-proclaimed Messiah of Straight Edge came out taking a knee on the stage. Fans all showed their extreme dislike for the contender and were very loud about it as well. He stood there, his long black hair touching the collar of his brand new Punk t-shirt found only in the exclusive section of ThyWWE.com shop-zone. The beard he had shaved off months back had once again grew back to it's original state almost and the fans still had the same exact reaction for him as they did the previous time.
Now he cupped his hands together and started to get in the move screaming into the tape covered wrists with a black painted X on each one. They booed even more but he just smiled now and inched his way down the ramp. Lights circled and bounced around in the colors he wore. Pictures of his matches there being portrayed on the big screen up on the stage. He was very positive and confident as he made his walk but as he climbed up the steel steps and walked along the ringsides, he took a good glance at every person staring at him with eyes full of hate for him. He grinned almost with a level of annoyance. His tolerance for all the people was just because to some degree he knew that he could save them. Save them form the bad habits they all had in his mind that made them bad people. The habits that made CM Punk better than all of them. After the music played through and stopped, he looked up from his trance still standing along the side and went through the middle rope holding a mic. He walked into the center and had ran his fingers through his hair before he raised the microphone up to his mouth and began to talk to the sold-out audience.
"In case you have forgot ever since I took a brief absence from seeing all of your sickening faces every week. I am still the number one contender for that gold The Undertaker comes out here and shows off weekly. And I am still the Straight Edge Savior, and I am still BETTER than all of you. But not to worry all of you grieving alcoholics out there that actually admit you have a problem and want to seek help. Put down the local help phone numbers and put away the phone book for Al Anon. Help has finally arrived and thanks to me, you're all in a much safer place. Because when you have people in Thy World Wrestling Entertainment like my opponent tonight Triple H. You have tons of other drunk idiots lining up to buy his merchandise. Buy his autographed gear, buy tickets to go see this man who is only better than you because instead of abusing drinking, he abuses pain medication and anabolic steroids. You morons actually fill arenas and different venues all across the world just so you can see some guy who takes all of your money and puts it into a street account so every week he can go home a happy man. And you boo me. I don't want your money, I don't care if you don't have a fun time, and quite frankly, I don't care if you take your own life. That's not my business, what is, is that people are out there every night doing drugs. Closing bars and then going home to do cocaine. It makes me sick and you people just eat it up like another headline on the eleven o'clock news."
He paces around the ring and makes a clear eye contact with each member he can. His neck tilts down a bit and you can see him smile from behind the beard. His rant continues with a blink of his eyes and a shake of his head.
"The Game. Triple H. Hunter Hearst Helmsley. A man of different names and a man that by all is talked about and people want to be like him. They watch him talk backstage and want to be just like him. Funny though isn't it? How I can't come out here and tell you about the importance of staying clean but he can spread his sperm all over the female roster? Hunter, have you ever heard of a special and magical thing called a condom? What is it? What do you use to get all of these overpaid hookers, excuses for wrestlers to sleep with you? First we have Mickie James who mysteriously disappeared a few months ago after you kissed her and she bulged up like the abusers in section A. What a true coincidence that you spend an awful lot of time in these other locker rooms that say female on the signs before you enter. So you take these girls out and impress them with your drug made muscles and pour them a sip of your heavy depressant wine? Maybe a pill or two thrown in there, whatever suits the mood Hunter. Then you do the same thing that you do to each and everyone of these fans out here in your selfish promotions. You rape them of their dignity and foil their lives just to the benefit of you. I've seen stupid people and I've seen idiots, but do you even have to be blind to know something wrong is going on here?"
He smirks and walks up to the turnbuckle on the left side facing the stage holding the microphone sideways up to his mouth. The smirk is still there and he raises his head up proudly.
"If I've said it once then I have said it a thousand times yet you still can't get it into your puny minds. I am the purest thing that this company has and I am as real as it gets to being perfect. I don't take generic cigarettes off the street and I don't stick any tobacco or narcotics into my body for a thrill. I am the only thing left this company has got anymore. I still have the purest record next, an undefeated streak that has stretched from the time I arrived to this very moment. I still have got a look in my eye that tells the world that I am the number one contender for the World Wrestling Empire Championship. So cry to your parents, cry to the toolshed Triple H fans sitting next to you, but tonight... I am going to take your Intercontinental Champion with all of his glory and deprive it from him. Just like I will do to anybody else in the locker room. Because I am STRAIGHT EDGE. And I..."
He extends his arms out as the cameras begins to fades and waits for his very last words heading off to a commercial break.
"Am better than you."
... For He Has Sinned.
PROLOGUE:
Ever since he stepped foot on Friday Night Smackdown, the only thing that you seen was CM Punk stepping on those who got in his way. He followed a path that made him truly a threatening man in the business. Along the way, he developed a sick and twisted way that made him only wanting one thing. A World Championship around his waist, and he is nearly there. While many superstars jump from brand to brand trying to fix themselves, Punk didn't have to wait for the draft to make his huge and unexpected jump to Monday Night Raw. An ongoing confrontation for weeks with Bret Hart escalated when it clashed with former Smackdown General Manager Shane McMahon having Bret Hart fired from the company and also Shane by the big boss Vince McMahon. Punk however wasn't ready to hang up his boots just because of one little event. He built off of it just to make himself that much more stronger. He made a presence in his first match on Raw by extending his undefeated streak once more in defeating Alexander Kendall to become the WWE Champion number one contender. The task before him though whenever the night comes, an also undefeated Undertaker. The Deadman is no easy task, but before he gets that chance, CM Punk must make a return from his absence and rise up to fight Triple H. An easy task? No. A threat? Yes. Does it matter to CM Punk? ....
Monday Night Raw got off from another commercial break and jumped right back into all the action and excitement with fan roaring. You could barely hear the voices coming from the announce table above all the fans who screamed their heads off and chanted the names of popular superstars. All the joy and cheering though only lasted for a short while before out behind the curtain walked the Straight Edge Savior. 'This Fire Burns' by Killswitch Engage came shooting out from the speakers, the guitar screaming into the ears of fans who reached over the barricade awaiting Punk to come down. Just like clockwork and sure enough, the self-proclaimed Messiah of Straight Edge came out taking a knee on the stage. Fans all showed their extreme dislike for the contender and were very loud about it as well. He stood there, his long black hair touching the collar of his brand new Punk t-shirt found only in the exclusive section of ThyWWE.com shop-zone. The beard he had shaved off months back had once again grew back to it's original state almost and the fans still had the same exact reaction for him as they did the previous time.
Now he cupped his hands together and started to get in the move screaming into the tape covered wrists with a black painted X on each one. They booed even more but he just smiled now and inched his way down the ramp. Lights circled and bounced around in the colors he wore. Pictures of his matches there being portrayed on the big screen up on the stage. He was very positive and confident as he made his walk but as he climbed up the steel steps and walked along the ringsides, he took a good glance at every person staring at him with eyes full of hate for him. He grinned almost with a level of annoyance. His tolerance for all the people was just because to some degree he knew that he could save them. Save them form the bad habits they all had in his mind that made them bad people. The habits that made CM Punk better than all of them. After the music played through and stopped, he looked up from his trance still standing along the side and went through the middle rope holding a mic. He walked into the center and had ran his fingers through his hair before he raised the microphone up to his mouth and began to talk to the sold-out audience.
"In case you have forgot ever since I took a brief absence from seeing all of your sickening faces every week. I am still the number one contender for that gold The Undertaker comes out here and shows off weekly. And I am still the Straight Edge Savior, and I am still BETTER than all of you. But not to worry all of you grieving alcoholics out there that actually admit you have a problem and want to seek help. Put down the local help phone numbers and put away the phone book for Al Anon. Help has finally arrived and thanks to me, you're all in a much safer place. Because when you have people in Thy World Wrestling Entertainment like my opponent tonight Triple H. You have tons of other drunk idiots lining up to buy his merchandise. Buy his autographed gear, buy tickets to go see this man who is only better than you because instead of abusing drinking, he abuses pain medication and anabolic steroids. You morons actually fill arenas and different venues all across the world just so you can see some guy who takes all of your money and puts it into a street account so every week he can go home a happy man. And you boo me. I don't want your money, I don't care if you don't have a fun time, and quite frankly, I don't care if you take your own life. That's not my business, what is, is that people are out there every night doing drugs. Closing bars and then going home to do cocaine. It makes me sick and you people just eat it up like another headline on the eleven o'clock news."
He paces around the ring and makes a clear eye contact with each member he can. His neck tilts down a bit and you can see him smile from behind the beard. His rant continues with a blink of his eyes and a shake of his head.
"The Game. Triple H. Hunter Hearst Helmsley. A man of different names and a man that by all is talked about and people want to be like him. They watch him talk backstage and want to be just like him. Funny though isn't it? How I can't come out here and tell you about the importance of staying clean but he can spread his sperm all over the female roster? Hunter, have you ever heard of a special and magical thing called a condom? What is it? What do you use to get all of these overpaid hookers, excuses for wrestlers to sleep with you? First we have Mickie James who mysteriously disappeared a few months ago after you kissed her and she bulged up like the abusers in section A. What a true coincidence that you spend an awful lot of time in these other locker rooms that say female on the signs before you enter. So you take these girls out and impress them with your drug made muscles and pour them a sip of your heavy depressant wine? Maybe a pill or two thrown in there, whatever suits the mood Hunter. Then you do the same thing that you do to each and everyone of these fans out here in your selfish promotions. You rape them of their dignity and foil their lives just to the benefit of you. I've seen stupid people and I've seen idiots, but do you even have to be blind to know something wrong is going on here?"
He smirks and walks up to the turnbuckle on the left side facing the stage holding the microphone sideways up to his mouth. The smirk is still there and he raises his head up proudly.
"If I've said it once then I have said it a thousand times yet you still can't get it into your puny minds. I am the purest thing that this company has and I am as real as it gets to being perfect. I don't take generic cigarettes off the street and I don't stick any tobacco or narcotics into my body for a thrill. I am the only thing left this company has got anymore. I still have the purest record next, an undefeated streak that has stretched from the time I arrived to this very moment. I still have got a look in my eye that tells the world that I am the number one contender for the World Wrestling Empire Championship. So cry to your parents, cry to the toolshed Triple H fans sitting next to you, but tonight... I am going to take your Intercontinental Champion with all of his glory and deprive it from him. Just like I will do to anybody else in the locker room. Because I am STRAIGHT EDGE. And I..."
He extends his arms out as the cameras begins to fades and waits for his very last words heading off to a commercial break.
"Am better than you."
