06-10-2013, 08:35 PM
Punk spots an XWF camera when walking out of the diner we last left him in. He sighs, throws the toothpick he had in his mouth to the ground, and walks up to the cameraman, starring the camera down.
"Do I look like the kind of man I want to be followed every single place I go?" Punk appears angry and shakes the camera ever so slightly. "Of course I do!"
"You want me to give you a little news story? Something to comment on? Something you can take all the way back to your little HQ and give to your bosses and let them talk about? Fine! I'll fucking do it. You see, I'm not crazy. It's all appearance. I've had a plan this entire time. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and that's always true, but what doesn't kill me gives me more control. Luca, I told him I didn't have a plan. I did. I just wanted him to think I was maniacal, insane, diluted, so he'd feel he had the advantage. It's one great performance with me! And he's sitting back, relaxing, thinking he's got me beaten because that's what he does, he came and he pointed out the obvious, but the obvious was an illusion. And I may not win, because Paul may not make the connection, but that's alright with me. I've proven my point and whether or not it clicks with him, Luca, or any of you halfwits is another thing to discuss on another day. I just created a false reality for the moronic challenger to point out, and gave him a real reality that even he was oblivious too. If that isn't simple enough, I don't know what is." Punk stops to catch his breath, having said all that in one gasp of air.
"Now. Chris Legend, and Dean Moxely. Do you want to know the difference between men like them and I? They're defined by the little rules you XWF bigwigs put in place for them. They're defined by their past. Look, If Paul Heyman says that Chris Legend will never make it past the mid-card well, no one freaks out, cause it's all part of the plan. But if I say that NeoNero is below me, well everyone loses their minds, cause it wasn't supposed to happen that way. Chris and Dean are defined by these title belts. They think they give them some title of supernatural status, when the fact of the matter is no one still gives a fuck about who you are! That's why I got rid of that piece of shit Euro title, gave it to my ever so lovely Taylor and made a name for myself the only way I know how. I introduced Chaos. Something neither of these two fools know anything about, and you watch, one or both of them will say they do but before this neither one of them has attempted anything of the sorts. They're just little half-wits relying on their mouths to talk them out of bad situations and their brains to convince them that their titles are worth something. Chris, quit begging for a shot at my title. I'll let you carry it around, but it'll still be my fucking reign and you'll still be a mid-card no life loser who no one gives a fuck about. You can main-event every fucking madness and no one will care about you, so why do you want this title? It's not going to make you any more or any less important, just like that fool Dean Moxely. He thinks a title where all you have to do is kick out to defend is challenging? Really? He hardly defeated anyone to earn it. He's also contradicting of himself, calling himself a child molester and taking it back recently."
Punk gasps again, then smiles and slaps the camera man. "Still with me, pony boy?" He laughs, "Stay golden."
Developing a dead stare into the camera, he speaks again. "That's exactly what I meant when I said I wanted you all and Luca to think I was demented, diluted, and insane. I wanted you to think I was out of my fucking mind by acting out because then you'd think I was an easy target and I'd strike. I had these plans, these schemes, these thoughts, just like I said all along. And with that, I leave you half-wits with this. Legend, this is a nip shit trap and you just got caught son. Moxely, your title doesn't make you any more or less impressive, so why you keep walking around acting like you're something hot when really all you can manage to do is look like a petty fool and contradict yourself is beyond me. But keep that title ready, because I'm going to bust it up nice and well too.
All these titles are just bigwig brass rings, and I intend to make them all perish. See you Saturday, Moxely. Legend, you're fucking irrelevant, so if you want to show up, I'll be happy to kick your ass too." Punk laughs eerily into the camera as the scene fades to black.
1x European Champion
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