XWF cameras catch up with a noticeably drunken CM Punk, as he stumbles across an empty parking garage, sinking the tune “Sobriety Sucks”, and stumbling back and forth, tripping into the occasional cement wall or railing meant to serve as a pathway for cars, but is instead serving as a playground for an intoxicated psychopath.

“Now everybody raise your cups!, Sobriety Sucks!” Punk spits out, although it is very slurred and hard to understand.

“Should I even attempt to interview him? He seems like a disoriented mess, and honestly, I don’t think he’s even worth the XWF’s time as a corporation. He should be released..” Steve Sayors, wearing his delightful bow tie with a t-shirt and jean shorts, was always a bit cowardice, but something about alcohol and drugs made him a little extra cautious.

“Is that complaining I hear?” Liz Weinberg, however, was sexy. She was wearing a stunning white dress and she was always a bit more daring, even if she was completely rude and condescending to everyone she ever met. “I’ll interview him, if you’re gonna sit here and cry about it.”

“Be my guest, Ms. Weinberg” Steve stuck his hand out towards Punk, motioning her on. Liz proceeded towards him, approached him from behind as he was hanging over one of the many railings, and poked him on the back.

He turned around to greet her, and looked at her from head to toe. In Punk’s diluted state, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Although she was uglier than Steve was, Punk could hardly tell the difference. He became quite flirtatious at this moment in time. “Hi, I’m Phill.” Punk stuck his hand out to shake her hand, but quickly pulled it back in and placed it directly on his stomach. Leaning over the railing once again, he puked, and then faced Liz once more.

“What an introduction! Tell me Punk, how does it feel to know that you could possibly be the new European champion?” Liz smiled at Punk. She was very dangerous when she smiled.

Punk however, had no clue of what was going on. He hadn't heard of any of this. “What are you talking about?” was all he could muster as a response.

“Senator hasn't been seen in days, Punk. As far as we know, he could be hurt. He certainly hasn't been using the XWF gym to train, that’s for sure!” Liz winked at the camera as an ad for the gym appeared at the bottom of the screen.

“Well…I think that…” Punk couldn't take it anymore. His insides were exploding, his stomach had been full for quite sometime and now the mix of alcohol, drugs, and food was coming up his throat. He wanted to propel his head over the rail, but he didn't have the reaction time. He puked all over Liz Weinberg, covering her pretty white dress in nothing but digested alcohol, drugs, and food. She began to sob, and Steve could only laugh.

“That bitch got what she had coming!” The interview, and the scene, faded out.