"... So, apparently I can only cash in at 4 pay per views per year... One of them is coming up. I was approached about the possibility to cash in for a match against Cena and you know something? I'm considering it. It's better to put and end to the whole speculation... I can't stop fooling myself... I'm bound to facing Cena sooner or later. Anyway, this match with Waltman is supposed to get the crowd ready for my possible cash in... Let's say I verbally agreed, but the details haven't been ironed out yet... "

It wasn't often that CM Punk would offer a piece of his mind...

Colt Cabana: Heh, that's crazy.

Punk perked an eyebrow, he turned to Cabana who was swiping his finger across the touch screen of his cellphone.


CM Punk: Are you even listening?

Colt Cabana: I was just checking out Twitter... Is it just me or Sean Waltman and Joannie Helmsley are quite flirtatious on twitter...

CM Punk: So?

There was silence. Colt then shivered.

Colt Cabana: Too much sexual tension to handle. Plus I just got the naughtiest mental image of Joannie and Waltman together.

CM Punk: The way your mind work boggles me, Cabana.

Colt Cabana: They totally look like the kind of naughty couple who do all sorts of...

CM Punk: Joannie is my boss, I work with Waltman... Please, I don't want any vivid images on my mind, thank you.

Colt Cabana: Man, you sure are grumpier after you ended things with Jess...

Punk had no comment. Colt casually changed topics.

Colt Cabana: So, they want to make you look strong before facing Cena?

CM Punk: Champion versus champion matches are often well received... I'm taking one step at a time.

Colt Cabana: The good thing is you don't have to be worried about killing Cena with a stiff shot to the head because Jess...

Colt had talked too much.

CM Punk: Let's focus on the match, shall we Colt?

Colt Cabana: Can't. I think of Waltman and Joannie and I get the strangest ideas... And they don't involve Haitch going over. Nor exactly Triple H's sledgehammer.

CM Punk: Why the fuck would you say something like that?

Cabana shrugged and Punk took a sip of water as the scene faded to black.