OOC: The title is in NO WAY calling Ann Thraxx a bad competitor. It's a reference to the way Luca and Punk's characters have called her a slut. Wanted to add this before butthurt had a chance to set in. Thank you.

"Does this thing even work? Cause I'd feel god awful if I had to break it in half and make sure you never saw your pathetic little family again" Leaning towards the back of the van, Punk tears the tape off of Gallows mouth to allow him to speak. The windows are covered and they are in an unknown location.

"It works! I swear! Please, I just wanna leave..Keep my damn phone, just let me-" Punk re-gags Gallows.
"All I needed to know was that it worked, hick." He spits in his face. "Now, onto more pressing matters. Let me turn this cellular device around and point it at my pretty little face so all you people at home can gaze at me later tonight when this makes it on the internet!"

The lip ring hole is still mostly covered in blood, with Punk's nose now also bloody. Wearing a t-shirt, his knuckles appear to be bloody, although it's undetermined who's blood it may be. Oddly enough, he pays no mind to all this blood and grit, and just continues on with his speech.

"Look, Luca. I don't like you. You don't like me. You want to fuck up my plans? Go ahead, try. I don't even have a plan. All this is as I go. I'm as a free as a bird."
Stating the facts, is Punk. "However.. You said you like fucking with Heyman. I'm not so much into fucking with Wallace, but that's something we have in common. His plans are the opposite of mine. You think he appreciates me having a title reign? If it were up to Heyman, Jeff Hardy would still be holding the fucking title." Sure of himself, Punk begins to grin into the camera.

"But I doubt any of this will convince you. So let me address some of what you said, because you seem to be a bit contradicting and simply put, wrong. I went back on my words? You said I was just as much a worthwhile opponent and you respected me as well, yet now you say this'll be easy and I'm not a match for you...so either I'm not alone, or you're a hypocrite. But it doesn't matter, cause you don't give a fuck, right? Or are you hoping that's what I'd say? Guess we'll see in the next big 'Luca doesn't give a fuck and here's a diagram, equation, and everything he has in his power to convince you to prove it!' spiel. By the way, can I get that napkin signed?" Punk holds a pen up to the cell phone camera.

"Let's talk about the title. And the money, for that matter. You say I give a shit about that. No, not really. Take it. Seriously. Use the briefcase. Waste it because you want to drag the prestige down and fuck with Heyman. I seriously doubt he cares either, cause he knows you're not good enough to hold onto it for more than a month. Even if you just wanna hold it for a day, what's the point? 'Luca held it for a day and it ruined the title's prestige!' Yeah...with the modern day wrestling fan's attention span, I doubt anyone will care long enough to notice. Sorry man. Enjoy the busted title. If you can take it, that is. As for money, seriously, I'm sending it through the mail. It's hard though, I can't exactly pin which whorehouse your girlfriend/manager is living in this week. Send me a forward with me the address, would ya?"

Punk holds up an envelope, indicating he's ready to send money. "Oh, and I do give a fuck about wins. But I sure as hell don't care about other people as much as you obviously do. You wanna mess up their plans to piss them off? That shows you care about invoking a reaction. Maybe if you wanna invoke a reaction and fuck with Heyman, we can shrink his suits. Or quite possibly, you could refuse to work. Biggest headline 'new signee for Heyman refuses to do anything'. Something worth your time, you know? Cause I'm seeing a bunch of scenarios where down the line, you lose. Not win. And you only 'mess up plans' for a little bit. And you can mess mine up all you want, pal. I don't need a championship to be better than you. Matter a' fact, piss on the championship."

Punk proceeds to piss directly on the cracked and busted title belt.

"So...I'm a 'non-factor" if you don't lay down? Who you convincing here, me, yourself, or Paul? I'll be a factor in my victory if I show up Monday. One other thing. My title won't be the only thing busted if you cash in. That is...if you can find me."

Gallows has managed to remove the tape and mutters out a few words "Go fuck yourself Punk, hiding like usual."

CM Punk can only grin and utter back the phrase, "It's not hiding. He wants to fuck up plans, but I just don't have any."