I'm......... Speechless...... Who scripts my promo-esque shit, anyway? I guess it's probably some bitch with no knowledge of good music...... From now, I'm saying things without a script!

Ann tears up some cue cards.

Better. Well, now that that annoying fucking song is out of the way, CM Punk, I want you......



NO! NO! A MATCH you fucking DIPSHIT! ...... I want a match, CM Sucky! That's right. You might have just gotten Cyren as a manager, but I don't give two shits. I ain't afraid of you, and I certainly ain't afraid of no super-saiyan Cy-Duck!

Now, I'm 2-0, if you haven't already heard. That's right. 2-0.... You've got nothing on me, Punk! NOTHING.... In fact, coming up on Madness, I have to bust a guy open to achieve victory. Kinda my forte, dontcha think!?....... And guess what? I already teamed with him...... Sorta...... On Shove-It, so I KNOW what a loser he is. This is gonna be SOOO easy....

Speaking of easy. Gimme an even stipulation, if you want one, a match type, a date for that match to occur. Whatever! I'm in! Hell, I debuted under the stipulation that if I lost, I ended up John Black's manager.... But no, no, no! Instead, I forced him into being little Johnny Madison's BITCH!......

She turns towards another camera for a second.

You're welcome, by the way, Madison....

Then she turns back to the first camera.

Come on, Best-In-The-World! I wanna see if you have what it takes to hit me with the GTS, even with that LOSER Cyren by your damn side......... Hey, I'll even throw in an ice-cream bar...... What do you say, kid? Got what it takes?

How come all the weird kinky stuff in the world reminds you people of me!?