06-20-2013, 07:11 AM
We are backstage at the Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor Michigan. Feng Shui and Satoshi Daiki are standing outside of the change room door. Satoshi is wiping the sweat from his head with a towel and looks slightly fatigued from his match with The Punisher and Logan Hunter. Feng is dressed in a white suit and is holding a microphone, he starts talking.
"Mr. Punk, wherever you are, I hope you were just watching. Satoshi just gave you a first hand glimpse into your future. In just five days, in the cesspool of Canada, Montreal Quebec, you will go one on one with the man standing before you now Satoshi Daiki."
He points toward Satoshi and hands the microphone to him, bowing as he does so.
"CM Punk, you have made jokes, you have talked trash about my ancestors and heritage, called me a crybaby. Well Punk now you have seen how I handle my business, no jokes, no trash talking, just wrestling. And if you believe for one solitary second that your friend Indiana Jack is going to intimidate me, you better have him beat someone more intimidating up first. From what I've seen of your ordeal it seems as if your loud mouth has gotten you in trouble again so on Monday I'm going to fix all that for you Punk, because that jaw you like to use so much, it's going to be wired shut for you Monday night, after I knock every tooth in your mouth straight down your fucking throat, but at least the doctors won't have to worry about anesthetic, because I'm going to choke you off into never neverland."
He folds his hands and lays his head on them mocking Punk. He hands the microphone back to Feng Shui.
"Punk I just want you to know that it is you who made this personal, Satoshi would have been more than happy to wrestle you and not have it turn into a war of words, as he has claimed many times he is a man of action, not words. See when you walk around and claim to be the best in the world, but act like a sixteen year old juvenile delinquent who has issues with his parents and thinks he is anti establishment, the establishment takes notice. And Satoshi is the new establishment and he has taken notice, of a juvenile trying to make it in a real man's sport, you CM Punk."
He hands the microphone back to Satoshi, bowing again as he does so. He stares intensely into the camera as he speaks again.
"But it's ok Punk I too was sixteen once, I too thought I was better than everyone else, made fun of things I didn't comprehend. But I learned it's not about how much you talk, but how much you show, that gains you respect. If you walk around with a name like Punk and act like one, you are going to get treated like one, like Indiana Jack has been doing for me. For example let me tell you a story, even though you probably won't listen, maybe some of the other American delinquents out there might take heed. In two thousand ten when you were in the WWE and still playing the straight edge shtick I was in San'ya, an area in the Taitō district of Tokyo, which is what you Americans would call a ghetto. I was wrestling on a local show that night, but thought I would go for a walk. I know that thought might scare you, but unlike you Punk I can walk through an area of poverty and not get my ass handed to me because I have a big mouth. Well as I was walking along I saw a young kid, a punk, much like yourself, hassling an old man, making fun of him because of how dirty he looked. Now while I agreed with the kid about the man's cleanliness, it gave him no reason to talk shit when he didn't know the man's situation. So you know what I did punk? I walked across the street, grabbed the punk by the scruff of his shirt, slammed him against the wall and gave him a headbutt square in the nose. I then proceeded to do what Jack has done to you and boot fucked him all over that street until finally he apologized. And you know what the cocky little bitch did before apologizing? He fell to the ground, bleeding and crying, just like you, mr. anti-establishment. And Monday night when I beat you, you will be lying on the ground crying and bleeding again as you watch me walk away with your rematch, that is if your awake to see it."
Dropping the microphone, he and Feng walk down the hallway and turn a corner, going out of view.
"Mr. Punk, wherever you are, I hope you were just watching. Satoshi just gave you a first hand glimpse into your future. In just five days, in the cesspool of Canada, Montreal Quebec, you will go one on one with the man standing before you now Satoshi Daiki."
He points toward Satoshi and hands the microphone to him, bowing as he does so.
"CM Punk, you have made jokes, you have talked trash about my ancestors and heritage, called me a crybaby. Well Punk now you have seen how I handle my business, no jokes, no trash talking, just wrestling. And if you believe for one solitary second that your friend Indiana Jack is going to intimidate me, you better have him beat someone more intimidating up first. From what I've seen of your ordeal it seems as if your loud mouth has gotten you in trouble again so on Monday I'm going to fix all that for you Punk, because that jaw you like to use so much, it's going to be wired shut for you Monday night, after I knock every tooth in your mouth straight down your fucking throat, but at least the doctors won't have to worry about anesthetic, because I'm going to choke you off into never neverland."
He folds his hands and lays his head on them mocking Punk. He hands the microphone back to Feng Shui.
"Punk I just want you to know that it is you who made this personal, Satoshi would have been more than happy to wrestle you and not have it turn into a war of words, as he has claimed many times he is a man of action, not words. See when you walk around and claim to be the best in the world, but act like a sixteen year old juvenile delinquent who has issues with his parents and thinks he is anti establishment, the establishment takes notice. And Satoshi is the new establishment and he has taken notice, of a juvenile trying to make it in a real man's sport, you CM Punk."
He hands the microphone back to Satoshi, bowing again as he does so. He stares intensely into the camera as he speaks again.
"But it's ok Punk I too was sixteen once, I too thought I was better than everyone else, made fun of things I didn't comprehend. But I learned it's not about how much you talk, but how much you show, that gains you respect. If you walk around with a name like Punk and act like one, you are going to get treated like one, like Indiana Jack has been doing for me. For example let me tell you a story, even though you probably won't listen, maybe some of the other American delinquents out there might take heed. In two thousand ten when you were in the WWE and still playing the straight edge shtick I was in San'ya, an area in the Taitō district of Tokyo, which is what you Americans would call a ghetto. I was wrestling on a local show that night, but thought I would go for a walk. I know that thought might scare you, but unlike you Punk I can walk through an area of poverty and not get my ass handed to me because I have a big mouth. Well as I was walking along I saw a young kid, a punk, much like yourself, hassling an old man, making fun of him because of how dirty he looked. Now while I agreed with the kid about the man's cleanliness, it gave him no reason to talk shit when he didn't know the man's situation. So you know what I did punk? I walked across the street, grabbed the punk by the scruff of his shirt, slammed him against the wall and gave him a headbutt square in the nose. I then proceeded to do what Jack has done to you and boot fucked him all over that street until finally he apologized. And you know what the cocky little bitch did before apologizing? He fell to the ground, bleeding and crying, just like you, mr. anti-establishment. And Monday night when I beat you, you will be lying on the ground crying and bleeding again as you watch me walk away with your rematch, that is if your awake to see it."
Dropping the microphone, he and Feng walk down the hallway and turn a corner, going out of view.