05-12-2013, 06:53 AM
Punk and Daniels are driving down a busy intersection when they come to a stop for no apparent reason. Punk, the driver, looks over at Daniels and says, "Did you hear that?"
"No, you have your headphones in." Daniels laughs.
"Here we go boys. Luca calling me a washed up never was? Like that never happened before." Punk coughs and says "Alex Richards" and continues, "Yeah, no competition in the E', eh Luca? Only the superman of the business that can't put over anyone to save his life and is currently crushing the next face of the company in the supposed Ryback."
"But I guess he doesn't count, does he?" Punk grins. "Or how about Triple H, burying them all one by one. It's time to bury the roster! Bury bury bury. That's his theme, if you couldn't tell."
"Yeah....got it..."Daniels is holding back laughter with his hand.
"Hey, at least you acknowledged the fact I'm a top contender. I'll do you one better. You are one of the greatest superstars on the roster, Luca. And taking the title from you, proving to you that everything you've said and everything you hold dear is wrong- saving you at the same time, letting you see the error of your ways- will be an amazing moment for the both of us. And who the fuck said anything about being straight edge? That's so 2008." Punk motions at Daniels who hands him a joint, and Punk begins to smoke it, before ripping the lighter out of Daniels hand. He burns it to almost a crisp, and sticks it into Luke's skin, who is still motionless and cold in the back, bloody and beaten.
"Punk! Punk! Stop it!" Daniels shouts, "He's not even fucking moving!"
"Don't show humanity for them. They're lucky we don't recreate an earthly flood." Punk throws the joint onto Lukes body and lets it lay there, watching it begin to smoke. Daniels cringes.
"And if you were right about one thing, Luca, it was that I would be your 'sacrificial lamb.' I'm going to show up this Monday, and let every fiber of my being bleed if I must, kill myself if I must, do whatever it takes if I must to ensure that pretty little belt no longer rests on your shoulders." Punk looks down and then back up at the camera. "For, why would we want a champion who is stuck on repeat? You and Alex said the same things about me and were both mostly wrong. Listen to the crowd watching this right now. Listen to what they chanted about your promo."
"Same old shit! Same Old shit!" The crowd begins to chant for the first time, as if on cue, in correlation to Luca's promo being mentioned.
"Pathetic when even the mindless morons who pay to watch two humans fight over a shiny piece of metal think you're boring and illogical, eh? Oh and you can use Heyman all you want. I refuse to think he's just going to hand you the win. Then again, I did always wonder how you got to prominence in the first place.."
The camera fades.
"No, you have your headphones in." Daniels laughs.
"Here we go boys. Luca calling me a washed up never was? Like that never happened before." Punk coughs and says "Alex Richards" and continues, "Yeah, no competition in the E', eh Luca? Only the superman of the business that can't put over anyone to save his life and is currently crushing the next face of the company in the supposed Ryback."
"But I guess he doesn't count, does he?" Punk grins. "Or how about Triple H, burying them all one by one. It's time to bury the roster! Bury bury bury. That's his theme, if you couldn't tell."
"Yeah....got it..."Daniels is holding back laughter with his hand.
"Hey, at least you acknowledged the fact I'm a top contender. I'll do you one better. You are one of the greatest superstars on the roster, Luca. And taking the title from you, proving to you that everything you've said and everything you hold dear is wrong- saving you at the same time, letting you see the error of your ways- will be an amazing moment for the both of us. And who the fuck said anything about being straight edge? That's so 2008." Punk motions at Daniels who hands him a joint, and Punk begins to smoke it, before ripping the lighter out of Daniels hand. He burns it to almost a crisp, and sticks it into Luke's skin, who is still motionless and cold in the back, bloody and beaten.
"Punk! Punk! Stop it!" Daniels shouts, "He's not even fucking moving!"
"Don't show humanity for them. They're lucky we don't recreate an earthly flood." Punk throws the joint onto Lukes body and lets it lay there, watching it begin to smoke. Daniels cringes.
"And if you were right about one thing, Luca, it was that I would be your 'sacrificial lamb.' I'm going to show up this Monday, and let every fiber of my being bleed if I must, kill myself if I must, do whatever it takes if I must to ensure that pretty little belt no longer rests on your shoulders." Punk looks down and then back up at the camera. "For, why would we want a champion who is stuck on repeat? You and Alex said the same things about me and were both mostly wrong. Listen to the crowd watching this right now. Listen to what they chanted about your promo."
"Same old shit! Same Old shit!" The crowd begins to chant for the first time, as if on cue, in correlation to Luca's promo being mentioned.
"Pathetic when even the mindless morons who pay to watch two humans fight over a shiny piece of metal think you're boring and illogical, eh? Oh and you can use Heyman all you want. I refuse to think he's just going to hand you the win. Then again, I did always wonder how you got to prominence in the first place.."
The camera fades.