That was the sound of what everybody wanted to hear. The show was beginning to start, and before you knew it? That certain theme song would begin to play throughout the speakers. The fans shot up to their feet in suspense of what was coming next. Or, not so much, as they knew CM Punk would be making his way out of the curtains next. CM Punk would slowly make his way out the backstage curtains. Punk would drop to his knee. He would look at his wrist, and began to tape it. He handed it off to the side, Punk would tap his wrist and shout He would cup both hands over his mouth. "IT'S CLOBBERIIINNN TIMEEE!"And then, Punk would stand up and threw a punch toward the camera. Turning around, he revealed his best in the world t shirt before regaining his position. Punk would make his way down the steel ramp, and finally made his way to the ring. He walked up the steel steps, and would then head toward the turnbuckle. Punk took a few steps up, and would raise both arms in the air. Punk would look around for a moment, before finally jumping into the ring. Punk began to walk around the ring for a minute, grabbing his microphone and then returning to the middle of the ring. Punk laughed a bit into the microphone, but paused as he waited.
CM Punk: Honesty is a difficult thing to deal with for most people, always has been and, most likely, always will be. Every last person on this Earth has, once at least, complained that honesty is so hard to find, and yet when they find somebody willing to be it, they become vilified because of it. Well, as it just so happens, I am a villain, and I am the most honest man to ever step foot in this ring. I will be hated by the boys in the back for my honesty, I will be strung up as a marty by Wes Ikeda and his army of suits, and I would have it no other way because I will not come out here and spew you line after line of pre-written garbage and non-truths at the price of my dignity. If I was just another face in this crowd, maybe that would worry me ...but it doesn't. It never has, and it never will. The reason it doesn't is simple: I will continue to be the best wrestler and the best entertainer in this business, regardless of what management wants me to do and in spite of a locker room, whether it's Raven all the way down to Wes himself, that looks at me as a threat every time I grab this microphone. And they should ...because I am. I am a threat to them, whether it's standing here, voicing my opinions or if they're stood across the ring from me, I am the biggest threat to any man in this company on any given evening. And now, that means I am the biggest threat of Raven's entire career.
Punk was on fire, and the people ignited behind him as he spoke. He calmed down, and would shake his head. Punk lifted up his boot, laughing. He brought it back down, and would look around as the people chanted CM Punk. Punk encouraged them to continue on, and began walking around the ring. He shook his head, and would simply pause. He raised the microphone up once more.
CM Punk: This is only the beginning of the end for you, Raven. I won't make this easy, or quick, or simple. I'm going to break you down worse than you ever broke your own body down, worse than you even thought was possible. I’m going to open the gates to Hell, and I mean it. This is Dante's Inferno ...your baptism of fire. Much more than a concept, Dante's Inferno tells the story of a mortal man who has ruined himself. Sound familiar, Raven? He's led through all nine circles of Hell, which, contrary to popular belief, are manifested here on Earth, each one that Dante tours takes him deeper and deeper down. Limbo. Lust. Gluttony. Greed. Anger. Heresy. Violence. Fraud and finally, treachery. I don't know which one of the nine makes you the way that you are ...more than likely, it's a combination of a few. Your sins are many, Raven as are mine, as are everybody in this arena tonight and everyone in the back. Repentance will not save you, though - you're firmly on CM Punk's tour bus through the nine circles of Hell, and there are no brakes. Now seeing as Biblical allegories seem entirely appropriate at this second, here's one as old as Cain and Abel; an eye for an eye. I hope in this week, you manage to stomach the disgusted glances people shoots at you beneath your gaze and you kiss your parents on the forehead - you let them know that there son is coming home, permanently this time, but that a piece of him will be missing. I'm going to do everything in my power, to take it all from you, and I'm going to smile while I do it.
At this moment though, there is no smile. Only the stone demeanor of a man possessed; a man who considers himself the Devil incarnate. With only the ability to imagine the things CM Punk is thinking about doing to Raven on Warfare, it becomes obvious we'll never fully realize what evil things are traversing the Second City Saint's brain, at least until this Monday.
CM Punk: Raven, wherever you're at right now, undoubtedly bitching and moaning about what CM Punk is going to do to you, or how CM Punk is going to embarrass you on internationally syndicated television, I hope that my voice reverberates through the walls of this arena and reaches you because I sincerely want you to hear every ...last ...word of what I've got to say. I'm not the kind of guy who is going to discuss things behind closed doors, or who's going to go whine to the man in charge with every gripe I have, and I have a great many with this company and with the people involved, don't get me wrong, but that's not how I get things done around here. Normally, I'd want to say this to your face, but I know that you’re to scared to come out here and face me like a man, so listen up. Raven, you’re going to need to take pain pills when I’m done with you, because I’m going to beat you like a bitch.
Punk finished his promo, and pointed his microphone up to the fans in the arena. They all soon began to chant CM Punk, CM Punk, CM Punk. Punk would simply continue raising his microphone for them to do so. Punk would laugh, finally bringing the microphone down and turning to face everyone else. He raised it again, for the other half of the arena to start it up. And before you knew it, Punk threw his microphone down in the center of the ring. His talking was over, and he was ready to get down to business. Punk slowly began to walk away, heading to the steel ramp. Punk’s promo ended as the camera faded to black.
