“He underestimates you, dearest Punk.” Daniels smiles and gently lays a hand down on Punk’s shoulder, knowing he has been troubled since last Sunday. The grueling hell on earth match can take a toll on any man, (or any bitch, for that matter) but Punk is not any mere man (or so he believes). Having said that, he still is feeling the effects of his recent PPV victory, and has been trying to rest as of late.

“What are you suggesting, Daniels? That he doesn’t consider my victory over the girl who is on her back more than she’s on her a feet a threat? I don’t consider my own victories scary.” Punk scoffs at Daniels.

“Grumpy. Always so grumpy. I’m just trying to help. Maybe that’s why you had to off Selina. She couldn’t stand you, so you had to kill her.” Daniels suggests, but then quickly realizes he’ll regret based off Punk’s demonic facial expression.

“Did you..” Punk stops, grabs a syringe and a strange medication that the camera does not see, and injects it into his bloodstream, “Did you suggest that I killed Selina because she couldn’t stand the sight of me?”

“You KILLED Luke because he went against you. You had me help and conspire with you and now..I realize..I’m perfect..I’m a god, but you aren’t. What kind of man conspires to-” He never finished his sentence, Daniels was punched by Punk and knocked out Cold.

“I operate differently. See, Daniels, I believe that whenever you have a problem you take care of it. Like I will with Senator this Monday. But Selina was a traitor and so was Gallows. They were going to burn in HELL forever…And I had every right to punish them…I work in mysterious ways, and you know, that might seem strange to you, but I’m fucking strange. I’m god goddamnit.” Punk sips his forty and walks away.

The XWF camera fades out.