In a world where everyone felt empowered and entitled to talk about destiny, about what was wrong, about what was right, about what was wrong.
In a world where everyone felt empowered to judge and prosecute whoever saw things differently...
In a world where pointing the finger at other is easier and better than pointing the finger at one self...
It is almost anecdotical no one ever mentions what their duty is. Everyone wants to talk about what they should be given, but not about the price they have to pay for what they want...
Two chemical substances which would result in combustion and explosive results… There was no other way to describe a partnership between Kevin Owens and CM Punk. Of course, with reactants with such explosive potential involved it never hurt to take the necessary safety precautions… At least until the time was right and both components of this deadly mixture combined.In a world where everyone felt empowered to judge and prosecute whoever saw things differently...
In a world where pointing the finger at other is easier and better than pointing the finger at one self...
It is almost anecdotical no one ever mentions what their duty is. Everyone wants to talk about what they should be given, but not about the price they have to pay for what they want...
Attention whores like Hogan delivered their statements before the biggest audience they could have, creeps like Mick Foley loved to do it from boiler rooms, Bray Wyatt and the Undertaker probably chipped in for a cheap ass studio with special effects… That wasn’t the case this time. Actions spoke heaps louder than words… And that was one of the many things in which Kevin Owens and CM Punk found common ground. Sitting across each other while the engine of CM Punk’s tour bus roared and rumbled under them. The Second City Savior ran a hand along his scruffy beard as he watched through the window. They had just drove through the I-90 where a Sign read “Welcome To Illinois, Land of Lincoln”.
CM Punk: Hm. I need to get that changed.
He said under his breath. “Land of Punk” had much more panache and a nicer ring to it. Someday. Cabana often joked his bus had more rooms than “That Barbie mansion every girl wanted in their childhood but never got”. He chuckled to himself as he and Kevin sat in a room designed for Punk to ponder, think, plan and plot anything and everything related with his life. Sitting on a couch with Kevin across him, clad in black chinos and a black slimfit shirt. His inked fingers were entwined over his crossed knee as he sat.
CM Punk: We’ll be there in a couple of hours… Do you realize that after tonight, we will be changing the world? You and I, like the good old days. Fighting side by side… Showing the world we just walk in, take what we want, no questions ask, no prisoners left behind. You and I Kevin, we’re very much so alike, we have the same drive, the same motives and we would both deserve to see the EBWF roster under our feet.
Sat across him Owens smirked and nodded his head. Kevin was wearing a black t-shirt on the front written in white in what looked more like the carving of letters in a tree was “The Last of Us”. Between the two of them was Owens Intercontinental Championship.
Kevin Owens: Tonight's the night we get to make a statement to the whole world. I’m fed up of everyone telling me we’re cowards for attacking people from behind. What we’ve done is just show the world what their heroes are pathetic.
CM Punk: If I stopped to pay attention to every single time someone moaned, complained on heckled me, I would have already quit EBWF, gone to teach grammar and put Paul Newman as my twitter profile picture. What I am trying to say Kevin is: You are bigger than every single person who questions you. You just have to realize people are pitiful… Unhappy with their own life, they seek to question and bother others… Instead of gazing at the mirror and trying to solve the mystery of why their life is nothing but mediocre. Don’t let the hollow complains get the best of you Kevin. Stop for a moment and think if that people who boo at you, who chant pejorative and detrimental things to you and your family have actually any power over themselves… They are just tools! Pawns in a chess where the person playing moves them so they like who he likes and hate who he hates… Why should we even explain ourselves?
Kevin Owens: For Dolph Ziggler it’s just bad luck being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. But he’s chosen which side he’s on and that puts him in the firing line.
CM Punk: Someone like Ziggler doesn’t have much of a choice when it comes to picking sides… Do you think he has what it takes to be in the same room with either of us?
Punk’s quizzical look made Owens chuckle and shake his head vigorously.
Kevin Owens: Sami Zayn on the other hand…
CM Punk: Sami, Sami, Sami… Unlike Dolph… Sami is actually someone who could be sitting right next to us. Sadly for him… He insists to trick himself into believing he belongs amongst average joes, thinking he’s some sort of generic wrestler… Know what I mean?
Owens nodded, before shaking his head in disappointment, Punk Chuckled.
Kevin Owens: You know what I just don’t like Sami Zayn. Everyone comes up to me moaning how I used to be friends with Sami. And they are right, we USED to be friends. But he took a path of doing whatever he can to please the mindless idiots of the EBWF “universe”. We got into this business to be the best, and at some point he lost his way. He became everything we despised. Pandering to crowds, more concerned about winning online polls and signing the most autographs for his adoring fans than this.
Owens slammed his fist down on the title in front of him.
Kevin Owens: This is what proves you’re the best in the world, gold around the waist and I pity Sami Zayn and Dolph Ziggler for forgetting that. But tonight at Aftermath will be a stark reminder to them that we are the best in the world and they will be the first of many to experience that. I know on Twitter people have been calling us opportunistic scumbags, just thugs taking advantage of people. But we’re not thugs, we’re survivors. Doing whatever it takes to get our message across. And I can promise the whole EBWF, for as long as I see these spineless worms who want to be the latest wrestling pin up then I will peg them back, I will strike them down and make them realise they are not as good as us. I will make them realise that this is wrestling and if you cannot go toe to toe with the best then you do not deserve to be on top.
CM Punk: See Kevin… That’s the thing. You’ve hit the nail right in the head. I need you to get the idea of proving yourself to ANYONE out of of your head. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone: Not Sami Zayn, not Twitter, not the EBWF universe… No one.
Punk shifted on his seat before he went on.
CM Punk: You come out every night, you do whatever you feel like doing… You don’t need to justify your actions, you don’t even need to get approval from the EBWF universe, they’re nothing just a mindless mass which sways easily with the winds of change.
Punk’s voice tone raised a little for the first time in the conversation. He pointed at Kevin, then at himself.
CM Punk: This… this is why you and me work so well… This is what makes us who we are… This is I want you to keep in your mind at all times… You must not be fazed by anything. You should only respond to one man… Kevin Owens. See, somewhere around this city… Sami and Dolph are talking before a camera, talking to themselves, trying to convince themselves they can beat us… Trying to talk to the EBWF universe, convincing them they are going to beat us. To this day, taking a microphone in your hand and saying you’re going to beat your opponents seems pretty useless to me. My point being… Sami and Dolph are wasting efforts, neurons and saliva in vain… They lie on the microphone, they lie on the insulse messages they print on their t-shirts and mugs… Yet again they go to bed every night and wonder if the idea they are selling is actually true or just a product of their imagination. If you ask me, that is nothing but unnecessary burden… How can someone get inside a ring and beat a better wrestler when his mind is boggled about the next slogan on their T-shirt? Or about how they should dance their way to the ring? About how many people liked their last tweet or watched their last instagram picture. Sami Zayn and Dolph Ziggler are shackled, blindfolded and locked up in a cage… And the only escape… The only way out is to let go of that burden they put on their own shoulders… Because they chose to carry other people’s laments and sorry ass lives. There is only one way out, and that is when they stop pretending they can hold the mediocre EBWF universe on their puny shoulders, only then they will find peace. There is no shame in living a common life, there is no shame in just showing up to work and watch others shine and guide this generation to victory and a life of cleanness of mind, body and spirit… As stoic as it sounds, that is what I think when I open my eyes every single morning….I think of it as the tribute I should pay the big man in the sky, the Almighty Thor for bestowing such superhuman in ring skills upon me. Learn that Kevin, learn it, live it, and deliver that message with me at Aftermath… Our opponents are nothing but poor, lost dancing monkeys, who need to be put out of their misery.
Punk smirked as the bus came to a sudden stop, he raised from his seat and signalled for Kevin to come along with him as the scene faded to black.
