Post by Cody on May 31, 2010 22:49:29 GMT -5
[OCC: I haven't been on the computer or even remotely close to internet access for a while due to Memorial Day Weekend so due to lack of time and me just now realizing that I was booked for a match, this is very short and not so very much a roleplay. I know that I have been short on time lately and my work hasn't been able to be worked on enough for me to match pieces dating back to February. Either way, Punk will progress in the tournament I am assuming because it is to my belief Raggy won't roleplay anyway, and this work next match will be the best I can hopefully offer. School is coming to an end and new opportunities are opening up, I have been screwed out of my first World Championship shot (Blade 
) and now my second (Blade, yet again ), so believe it or not, I feel like winning it this time and following through on the greatest feud this fed has seen like planned with Taker when he makes his return.
So without further ado and until I can find more time to make this turn into my previous writings, a press release from CM Punk looking at his upcoming match with Dan Hellman.]
"They say that in the past couple of weeks I have been getting softer and softer because when I go out there I don't even want to compete. Critics line up left and right trying to place the blame solely on me when really, the only thing they are covering up is the pain that they feel in the back of their throats. A pain that is every sip of alcohol they have ever taken, a bottle of regret. Unlike all of those idiots that make these impulsive claims, I can take back my actions. I could come out there next week, put it in full gear, and act like I want to impress them but the truth is that there is nothing available to impress. An audience full of emotionless drug addicts with a pill needed to make it through every day of the week. So what are my takes on why I don't want to compete? Why am I doing all of these insane things to possibly 'jeopardize' my career? Really, I am not putting myself at threat, I am pushing this company to a limit where they need me and they will soon realize it. Vincent can sit back with his feet up on the desk in his Connecticut office overlooking an Empire, but I on the other hand, contain the key needed for his company to move onward. The key that is what it takes to become successful in this business. I'm tired of all of them talking now though and I'm tired of all the negative talking from a bunch of morons who can barely walk a straight line or recite the alphabet when pulled over. They can't even stay in their lane on the road, let alone determine what I will do in this sport. So this week, a message will be sent. It will be short, simple, and to the point stating exactly what the future is and what I have chosen. This pathetic tournament is going on and after I was screwed twice because of poor management, I'm fed up. If I have to do it by myself, I will. Because there is only one man in sports entertainment that can save the wrestling business. There is only one man out there that can save the world from dying on their sick drugs. And if the Straight Edge Society couldn't help me, then they will serve as a message once again. Dan Hellman, my 'opponent', he used to be an enlisted member of my Society, until his arrogance led him to the unemployment line waiting for his chance to step in a ring. He will once again see how it is looking up at me, without the ability to move his body. I'll put it to you in a way that all of you will understand. This week on Monday Night Raw I am going to install the very first pill to the drink. The sleeping pill by putting Dan Hellman to bed. Then after that I am going to move on in this ridiculous tournament and soon, all of Monday Night Raw, and all of you undeserving fans at home will... Go To Sleep."
) and now my second (Blade, yet again ), so believe it or not, I feel like winning it this time and following through on the greatest feud this fed has seen like planned with Taker when he makes his return. So without further ado and until I can find more time to make this turn into my previous writings, a press release from CM Punk looking at his upcoming match with Dan Hellman.]
"They say that in the past couple of weeks I have been getting softer and softer because when I go out there I don't even want to compete. Critics line up left and right trying to place the blame solely on me when really, the only thing they are covering up is the pain that they feel in the back of their throats. A pain that is every sip of alcohol they have ever taken, a bottle of regret. Unlike all of those idiots that make these impulsive claims, I can take back my actions. I could come out there next week, put it in full gear, and act like I want to impress them but the truth is that there is nothing available to impress. An audience full of emotionless drug addicts with a pill needed to make it through every day of the week. So what are my takes on why I don't want to compete? Why am I doing all of these insane things to possibly 'jeopardize' my career? Really, I am not putting myself at threat, I am pushing this company to a limit where they need me and they will soon realize it. Vincent can sit back with his feet up on the desk in his Connecticut office overlooking an Empire, but I on the other hand, contain the key needed for his company to move onward. The key that is what it takes to become successful in this business. I'm tired of all of them talking now though and I'm tired of all the negative talking from a bunch of morons who can barely walk a straight line or recite the alphabet when pulled over. They can't even stay in their lane on the road, let alone determine what I will do in this sport. So this week, a message will be sent. It will be short, simple, and to the point stating exactly what the future is and what I have chosen. This pathetic tournament is going on and after I was screwed twice because of poor management, I'm fed up. If I have to do it by myself, I will. Because there is only one man in sports entertainment that can save the wrestling business. There is only one man out there that can save the world from dying on their sick drugs. And if the Straight Edge Society couldn't help me, then they will serve as a message once again. Dan Hellman, my 'opponent', he used to be an enlisted member of my Society, until his arrogance led him to the unemployment line waiting for his chance to step in a ring. He will once again see how it is looking up at me, without the ability to move his body. I'll put it to you in a way that all of you will understand. This week on Monday Night Raw I am going to install the very first pill to the drink. The sleeping pill by putting Dan Hellman to bed. Then after that I am going to move on in this ridiculous tournament and soon, all of Monday Night Raw, and all of you undeserving fans at home will... Go To Sleep."
