Post by James on Sept 2, 2011 14:15:50 GMT -5
“Tyrant… Dictator… Ignorant… Self-Centered…”
Those words echo throughout the arena at Highway To Hell tonight, coming to you live from Glendale, Arizona. The arena, filled to the brim with thousands of wrestling fans, roars throughout the warm night in Glendale, as the lights on the outside, light up the surrounding area. Tonight is supposed to be one hell of a blockbuster for Saturday Night’s Main Event. Randy Orton is stepping in to the Elimination Chamber against five other men, who want to tear him limb by limb, and one of those men is scheduled for promo time, right now. As the camera zooms in to the arena, it circles around the ring, awaiting the arrival of CM Punk. Capturing the reactions of the thousands of fans in attendance, the time passes by second by slowly moving second. The camera eventually focuses in on Justin Roberts, who stands at center ring. He raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that I have just received information that CM Punk will not be here tonight! Because of this, he will be replaced in the Elimination Chamber match by…”
Roberts is quickly cut off by a large rumble of static, and his voice can longer be heard. Every time he attempts to speak in to the microphone, the static begins once again. As the annoyance in the eyes of Justin Roberts builds, a man in a ski mask appears from behind the curtain, holding a video camera and a microphone. As he walks down the ramp, the titantron is switched over to the view of his video camera. The cameramen on the outside of the ring seem confused, as do the commentators, as this masked man enters the ring. He pushes Justin Roberts away and looks out towards the crowd, his cold eyes staring in to his own video camera, as he holds it around to view his face. As the image of his face and the microphone in his other hand fills the titantron, the crowd begins to wonder exactly who this man is. Soon after that, he speaks, letting everyone know.
“I’m not going to come out here and pull the shit that Justin Roberts and Ricardo Rodriguez do. I’m not going to come out here and talk up my buddies like they are something great, and make their opponents seem like nothing but a mere stepping stone. No, tonight I’m going to simply introduce to the man, the myth, and the legend… CM PUNK!”
The static is once again heard, but this time a guitar rift is quickly heard afterwards. The lyrics of “Cult Of Personality” are heard blaring throughout the arena, as it seems that CM Punk has changed his theme song. As a man walks out from behind the curtain, the crowd throws a huge amount of boos for the first few seconds, then the boos subside and the noise and chatter of a large group of very confused people is heard. As the man walks in to the light of the stage, it is revealed to be CM Punk with his hair cut down to the beginning of his neck and it slicked back against his head. His thick beard and mustache, now trimmed down to some think stubble against his bare skin. His normal Black Straight Edge shirt, now replaced with a white shirt, with a resemblance of the Chicago State Flag on it. The center of the flag is filled with a fist standing straight up and a lightning bolt in the hand, accompanied by the straight edge “x” written on the tape. Now in dark denim shorts and a pair of red and white sneakers, instead of his normal ring attire, he walks down the entrance ramp, not receiving boos nor cheers. The masked cameraman inside the ring, tapes everything Punk does, as he climbs in to the ring and stands in the middle of it, holding both his clenched fists high in the air. The mediocre filming from the masked man fills the titantron, as gossip is going back and forth between people of the University of Phoenix Arena. As Punk stands in the middle of the ring, he chews on the gum that is in his mouth, as he looks around the arena. A smile appears on his face, as he is handed the microphone and aloud to speak by the interested crowd.
“Hello World, I introduce you to the trouble maker that caused all this confusion. As most of you know my name is CM Punk, and I’ve been gone for quite some time now. Last week I had a fake come out and wrestle my match for me because I was still away doing what I told everyone I was going to do! I told you all that I would go through the four steps of enlightenment, before you all, so I could prove that it is possible to reach greatness. Well I disappeared from the limelight for quite a while, as I searched for the third step, Sponsor, I just couldn’t find someone that was good enough to be under the tutelage of me. You all begged and pleaded for a savior to reach out and bring you to the promise land, but not even I can help you people! I’ve come to the realization though, that you people aren’t my problem. You people are all a part of my crusade towards enlightenment! However now, I’m not trying to enlighten you! I’m trying to enlighten the ignorant tyrants that control this company! The guys in the back that think they know everything about this business just because they are behind the scenes. Guys like Ron Simmons, who think that just because they are big, they can muscle everyone around tell them what to do! I’ve seen so many guys come in this company and get bullied out by Simmons and his gang of misfits, that he likes to call security! Guys like Eric Esfan, Dolph Ziggler, and Dorian Gray were all scared out of this company by Ron Simmons, and his “security team”. You guys are nothing but a big bunch of cowards, who hide behind lead pipes and steel chairs! Then, you’ve got the man who hired your dumbasses, Theodore Long! Teddy, you used to be a man that did was right, now you’re a man that does what’s best! Now, don’t get me wrong people, I believe in doing whatever I can to get myself ahead of the game. However, most of what gets me ahead is exactly what is right! This company needs someone like me to be ahead of the game! But no, I had to “impress” my way in to a World Heavyweight Championship match, and it still isn’t one on one! That isn’t your fault though Teddy, what is your fault, is that the people I have trained with for years, you don’t allow to wrestle here! What happened to Colt Cabana when he signed his contract here? You let him go for differences that just couldn’t be helped, just because you wanted him to job to your other jobbers! You have turned this place in to nothing but a huge glorified soap opera, filling it with “all-stars” that do whatever you want! Well, let me tell you something Mr. Theodore Long, I’m not going to get on my hands and knees and kiss your feet, just because you hold my contract above my head! To be quite honest with you, you can take my contract and rip it up right in front of my face! I will still wrestle to the best of my ability, whether it is in this federation, or if it’s in another federation, like WWH!”
As Punk mentions one of SNME’s rival federations, WWH, the boos from the crowd begin to erupt in the Highway to Hell arena! The smile is once again resurrected on the face of CM Punk and the masked cameraman begins to film the audience, as the boo CM Punk. The titantron shows the scrappy picture from the hand held video recorder, as Punk looks around the arena. He moves over to the left turnbuckle and leans against it, looking out towards the crowd.
“Don’t you boo me! You people know that you agree with me! Everything I just said is the truth, and you know that both Ron Simmons and Teddy Long are nothing compared to what they used to be! However, there is one person to blame for them becoming the tyrannical, ignorant pieces of crap that they are now… Shawn Michaels! I know, and so do you, that Shawn Michaels is the reason that SNME has went down the shitter! This place had a ton of potential! In the beginning, this place was on the fast track to success, then the dumbasses in the back decided that they were going to make this place more main stream! They decided that we needed more of a national and international feel! Do you people want to know what I think is happening? We’re turning in to another WCW! We are on top of the world, but behind the reigns of some ignorant son of a bitch, we’re going to die quicker than WCW ever did! And you can all thank Michael Hickenbottom for that! Michael, you’ve decided to put on a Six Man Elimination Chamber match for the World Heavyweight Championship! You chose all five of us to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship, yet you go right behind our backs and say that we don’t deserve it? You’re contradicting yourself sir, and to be quite honest, I don’t appreciate it!”
The crowd’s boos begin to subside, as Punk catch their interest. They begin to think that maybe he is right, that maybe Shawn Michaels is the reason that SNME is slowly cascading down the International Wrestling Ladder. As Punk leans against the turnbuckle, he smiles at the audience, as their chatter fills the arena. He lifts his right hand up and scratches his cheek, as he pushes himself off the turnbuckle with his chest, and stands in the middle of the ring. He crosses his feet, and slowly moves down to the ground, sitting in an “Indian style” formation. Continuing to chew on his gum, he looks from side to side and gives a tiny smirk.
“To be honest with you people, I think everyone in this match deserves it! To start off, Randy Orton has come down to this ring and defended his championship, successfully may I add, at any time he has been asked! Hell he’s defeated Justin Tyger twice now! Each time Orton steps in to this ring to defend his championship, he steps it up! This isn’t the same Orton that won the Hardcore Cup years ago! That Orton was young and naïve! He won that tournament because he used every weapon around and under the ring he could! Now, he is experienced and ruthless, and he is using every weapon in his mind and arsenal to win what he wants! Speaking of Justin Tyger, this old man is here each and every night doing what he loves, because he loves it! Now, I’m all for this new generation of wrestler coming in and showing the older guys in this business what it’s all about, but Justin Tyger is the one guy that is keeping the “older guys” in this business! Hell he’s been in some of his most brutal matches in the past three months, and he’s still here each and every night! However, I do have one complain Mr. Christopher! You have had your fair share of Title Opportunities here recently, yet you still get this last chance! To be honest, I don’t think you deserve to be in this match, but I do think you deserve it more than anybody else in that locker room! Including this mystery opponent! Who the hell do you think you are Shawn? Do you think you’re the boss of this company? Well, technically you are, but you can’t just put someone in this match that doesn’t deserve it! To be quite frank, it’s a bitch move and you know it! G-Stone put on one hell of a match with Seth and me to earn his spot in this match! But no, you have to give his spot to some mystery opponent just because he got injured! Why not ask the people what they want Shawn? Why not ask the entrants who they think deserve it Shawn? I can answer that for you! You need to feed your ego and make all the decisions by yourself! Get over yourself Michael, you’re nothing special! This company wasn’t built on your back; it was built on people’s back like me!”
A faint cheer is heard throughout the arena, as the cocky smile appears back on his face. He realizes that he is slowly but surely getting this people behind him, with his lies and deceit. Punk knows that most of what he says isn’t true, but its’ working and he likes it.
“Now I have something to say about Mr. Ferraro! Anthony Ferraro is the one person in this match that doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near a World Heavyweight Championship match! He couldn’t even beat our mid card title holder! What some of you may not know, is in the backstage of a wrestling promotion we have Main Event superstars, mid card superstars, and lower card superstars! Ferraro should be sitting his ass at the bottom of the mid card right now, but instead Shawn decided to award him with a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, if he could beat Jacob Jones and Mason Moore that is! Naples, if I can call you that, you’ve been here for quite a long time, Not nearly as long as me, but you’ve been here through the thick and thin of SNME. I respect that part of you Anthony, but the one thing I don’t respect is that you think you actually earned this title shot! You defeated two guys who have been here for less than 4 months, and you think that gives you the right to call yourself one of the best this business has to offer! You’re disgracing your legacy with this match and everyone knows it! When I win the World Heavyweight Championship, and you think you deserve a match for it, come talk to me when you’ve at least defeated the Intercontinental Champion! Last, but certainly not least is Seth Akira! A man that has helped people like myself build this company from the ground up. Seth and I have had some amazing matches that couldn’t be shadowed by any match in this federation, and we know that we deserve to be here. We know that SNME is where we belong and we won’t stop until we get that World Heavyweight Championship. If there is anyone in this match that deserves that title more than me, it’s Seth. I can’t wait to step in to the ring with you Seth, opponents or not, we’re going to make this match the best we can. I plan on winning this match, but if I don’t, I’m hoping you do. You deserve it. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m no longer your straight edge savior. I’m not going to come out here and speak to you people about how you should follow what I do, and I’m better than you because I’m straight edge! I’m not better than you because I’m straight edge. I’m better than you because I have the balls to say what all of you are thinking! I hope this has got your attention, because I have one last thing to say to you people and the management in the back. I have worked my ass off day in and day out for five years, attempting to finally get to the point in my career where I can call myself one of the best in the world! When I won the World Heavyweight Championship before, I thought that was my time, but I was quickly shut down by Kasey Cage, or otherwise known as Justin Tyger. Tonight, I complete my five year long mission and become the best in this world! I want you all to know that I respect you as wrestlers, but most of you are just like Shawn Michaels! You are just another person in my way of becoming the best! The Prodigal Son has arrived in SNME, and I will make my destiny, a reality tonight!”
As Punk lays the microphone down on the mat next to him, the crowd actually begins to erupt in cheers. The man who had done everything he possibly could to make this crowd hate him, was now finally getting cheers. He said exactly what everyone had wanted to say for years. By the look on his face, no one can tell if he enjoys the cheers or not, but he a smirk on his face as he rises from the mat. He looks out towards the crowd and begins to clap. With a cocky smile on his face, he then looks at camera, which is being held by the masked man, and gives it a “well look at that” face. As he exits the ring, he continues to clap, as he walks up the ramp. People are reaching out and trying to touch him, but he just walks right by them, clapping at their applause to him. The masked man follows him up the ramp, as they both stop right at the top. The camera continues to film Punk, as he faces the arena and begins to bow towards them. They bow back and begin to chant his name. As the “CM Punk” chants fill the arena, both men walk backstage and the titantron begins to show the actual camera footage once again.
Those words echo throughout the arena at Highway To Hell tonight, coming to you live from Glendale, Arizona. The arena, filled to the brim with thousands of wrestling fans, roars throughout the warm night in Glendale, as the lights on the outside, light up the surrounding area. Tonight is supposed to be one hell of a blockbuster for Saturday Night’s Main Event. Randy Orton is stepping in to the Elimination Chamber against five other men, who want to tear him limb by limb, and one of those men is scheduled for promo time, right now. As the camera zooms in to the arena, it circles around the ring, awaiting the arrival of CM Punk. Capturing the reactions of the thousands of fans in attendance, the time passes by second by slowly moving second. The camera eventually focuses in on Justin Roberts, who stands at center ring. He raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that I have just received information that CM Punk will not be here tonight! Because of this, he will be replaced in the Elimination Chamber match by…”
Roberts is quickly cut off by a large rumble of static, and his voice can longer be heard. Every time he attempts to speak in to the microphone, the static begins once again. As the annoyance in the eyes of Justin Roberts builds, a man in a ski mask appears from behind the curtain, holding a video camera and a microphone. As he walks down the ramp, the titantron is switched over to the view of his video camera. The cameramen on the outside of the ring seem confused, as do the commentators, as this masked man enters the ring. He pushes Justin Roberts away and looks out towards the crowd, his cold eyes staring in to his own video camera, as he holds it around to view his face. As the image of his face and the microphone in his other hand fills the titantron, the crowd begins to wonder exactly who this man is. Soon after that, he speaks, letting everyone know.
“I’m not going to come out here and pull the shit that Justin Roberts and Ricardo Rodriguez do. I’m not going to come out here and talk up my buddies like they are something great, and make their opponents seem like nothing but a mere stepping stone. No, tonight I’m going to simply introduce to the man, the myth, and the legend… CM PUNK!”
The static is once again heard, but this time a guitar rift is quickly heard afterwards. The lyrics of “Cult Of Personality” are heard blaring throughout the arena, as it seems that CM Punk has changed his theme song. As a man walks out from behind the curtain, the crowd throws a huge amount of boos for the first few seconds, then the boos subside and the noise and chatter of a large group of very confused people is heard. As the man walks in to the light of the stage, it is revealed to be CM Punk with his hair cut down to the beginning of his neck and it slicked back against his head. His thick beard and mustache, now trimmed down to some think stubble against his bare skin. His normal Black Straight Edge shirt, now replaced with a white shirt, with a resemblance of the Chicago State Flag on it. The center of the flag is filled with a fist standing straight up and a lightning bolt in the hand, accompanied by the straight edge “x” written on the tape. Now in dark denim shorts and a pair of red and white sneakers, instead of his normal ring attire, he walks down the entrance ramp, not receiving boos nor cheers. The masked cameraman inside the ring, tapes everything Punk does, as he climbs in to the ring and stands in the middle of it, holding both his clenched fists high in the air. The mediocre filming from the masked man fills the titantron, as gossip is going back and forth between people of the University of Phoenix Arena. As Punk stands in the middle of the ring, he chews on the gum that is in his mouth, as he looks around the arena. A smile appears on his face, as he is handed the microphone and aloud to speak by the interested crowd.
“Hello World, I introduce you to the trouble maker that caused all this confusion. As most of you know my name is CM Punk, and I’ve been gone for quite some time now. Last week I had a fake come out and wrestle my match for me because I was still away doing what I told everyone I was going to do! I told you all that I would go through the four steps of enlightenment, before you all, so I could prove that it is possible to reach greatness. Well I disappeared from the limelight for quite a while, as I searched for the third step, Sponsor, I just couldn’t find someone that was good enough to be under the tutelage of me. You all begged and pleaded for a savior to reach out and bring you to the promise land, but not even I can help you people! I’ve come to the realization though, that you people aren’t my problem. You people are all a part of my crusade towards enlightenment! However now, I’m not trying to enlighten you! I’m trying to enlighten the ignorant tyrants that control this company! The guys in the back that think they know everything about this business just because they are behind the scenes. Guys like Ron Simmons, who think that just because they are big, they can muscle everyone around tell them what to do! I’ve seen so many guys come in this company and get bullied out by Simmons and his gang of misfits, that he likes to call security! Guys like Eric Esfan, Dolph Ziggler, and Dorian Gray were all scared out of this company by Ron Simmons, and his “security team”. You guys are nothing but a big bunch of cowards, who hide behind lead pipes and steel chairs! Then, you’ve got the man who hired your dumbasses, Theodore Long! Teddy, you used to be a man that did was right, now you’re a man that does what’s best! Now, don’t get me wrong people, I believe in doing whatever I can to get myself ahead of the game. However, most of what gets me ahead is exactly what is right! This company needs someone like me to be ahead of the game! But no, I had to “impress” my way in to a World Heavyweight Championship match, and it still isn’t one on one! That isn’t your fault though Teddy, what is your fault, is that the people I have trained with for years, you don’t allow to wrestle here! What happened to Colt Cabana when he signed his contract here? You let him go for differences that just couldn’t be helped, just because you wanted him to job to your other jobbers! You have turned this place in to nothing but a huge glorified soap opera, filling it with “all-stars” that do whatever you want! Well, let me tell you something Mr. Theodore Long, I’m not going to get on my hands and knees and kiss your feet, just because you hold my contract above my head! To be quite honest with you, you can take my contract and rip it up right in front of my face! I will still wrestle to the best of my ability, whether it is in this federation, or if it’s in another federation, like WWH!”
As Punk mentions one of SNME’s rival federations, WWH, the boos from the crowd begin to erupt in the Highway to Hell arena! The smile is once again resurrected on the face of CM Punk and the masked cameraman begins to film the audience, as the boo CM Punk. The titantron shows the scrappy picture from the hand held video recorder, as Punk looks around the arena. He moves over to the left turnbuckle and leans against it, looking out towards the crowd.
“Don’t you boo me! You people know that you agree with me! Everything I just said is the truth, and you know that both Ron Simmons and Teddy Long are nothing compared to what they used to be! However, there is one person to blame for them becoming the tyrannical, ignorant pieces of crap that they are now… Shawn Michaels! I know, and so do you, that Shawn Michaels is the reason that SNME has went down the shitter! This place had a ton of potential! In the beginning, this place was on the fast track to success, then the dumbasses in the back decided that they were going to make this place more main stream! They decided that we needed more of a national and international feel! Do you people want to know what I think is happening? We’re turning in to another WCW! We are on top of the world, but behind the reigns of some ignorant son of a bitch, we’re going to die quicker than WCW ever did! And you can all thank Michael Hickenbottom for that! Michael, you’ve decided to put on a Six Man Elimination Chamber match for the World Heavyweight Championship! You chose all five of us to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship, yet you go right behind our backs and say that we don’t deserve it? You’re contradicting yourself sir, and to be quite honest, I don’t appreciate it!”
The crowd’s boos begin to subside, as Punk catch their interest. They begin to think that maybe he is right, that maybe Shawn Michaels is the reason that SNME is slowly cascading down the International Wrestling Ladder. As Punk leans against the turnbuckle, he smiles at the audience, as their chatter fills the arena. He lifts his right hand up and scratches his cheek, as he pushes himself off the turnbuckle with his chest, and stands in the middle of the ring. He crosses his feet, and slowly moves down to the ground, sitting in an “Indian style” formation. Continuing to chew on his gum, he looks from side to side and gives a tiny smirk.
“To be honest with you people, I think everyone in this match deserves it! To start off, Randy Orton has come down to this ring and defended his championship, successfully may I add, at any time he has been asked! Hell he’s defeated Justin Tyger twice now! Each time Orton steps in to this ring to defend his championship, he steps it up! This isn’t the same Orton that won the Hardcore Cup years ago! That Orton was young and naïve! He won that tournament because he used every weapon around and under the ring he could! Now, he is experienced and ruthless, and he is using every weapon in his mind and arsenal to win what he wants! Speaking of Justin Tyger, this old man is here each and every night doing what he loves, because he loves it! Now, I’m all for this new generation of wrestler coming in and showing the older guys in this business what it’s all about, but Justin Tyger is the one guy that is keeping the “older guys” in this business! Hell he’s been in some of his most brutal matches in the past three months, and he’s still here each and every night! However, I do have one complain Mr. Christopher! You have had your fair share of Title Opportunities here recently, yet you still get this last chance! To be honest, I don’t think you deserve to be in this match, but I do think you deserve it more than anybody else in that locker room! Including this mystery opponent! Who the hell do you think you are Shawn? Do you think you’re the boss of this company? Well, technically you are, but you can’t just put someone in this match that doesn’t deserve it! To be quite frank, it’s a bitch move and you know it! G-Stone put on one hell of a match with Seth and me to earn his spot in this match! But no, you have to give his spot to some mystery opponent just because he got injured! Why not ask the people what they want Shawn? Why not ask the entrants who they think deserve it Shawn? I can answer that for you! You need to feed your ego and make all the decisions by yourself! Get over yourself Michael, you’re nothing special! This company wasn’t built on your back; it was built on people’s back like me!”
A faint cheer is heard throughout the arena, as the cocky smile appears back on his face. He realizes that he is slowly but surely getting this people behind him, with his lies and deceit. Punk knows that most of what he says isn’t true, but its’ working and he likes it.
“Now I have something to say about Mr. Ferraro! Anthony Ferraro is the one person in this match that doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near a World Heavyweight Championship match! He couldn’t even beat our mid card title holder! What some of you may not know, is in the backstage of a wrestling promotion we have Main Event superstars, mid card superstars, and lower card superstars! Ferraro should be sitting his ass at the bottom of the mid card right now, but instead Shawn decided to award him with a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, if he could beat Jacob Jones and Mason Moore that is! Naples, if I can call you that, you’ve been here for quite a long time, Not nearly as long as me, but you’ve been here through the thick and thin of SNME. I respect that part of you Anthony, but the one thing I don’t respect is that you think you actually earned this title shot! You defeated two guys who have been here for less than 4 months, and you think that gives you the right to call yourself one of the best this business has to offer! You’re disgracing your legacy with this match and everyone knows it! When I win the World Heavyweight Championship, and you think you deserve a match for it, come talk to me when you’ve at least defeated the Intercontinental Champion! Last, but certainly not least is Seth Akira! A man that has helped people like myself build this company from the ground up. Seth and I have had some amazing matches that couldn’t be shadowed by any match in this federation, and we know that we deserve to be here. We know that SNME is where we belong and we won’t stop until we get that World Heavyweight Championship. If there is anyone in this match that deserves that title more than me, it’s Seth. I can’t wait to step in to the ring with you Seth, opponents or not, we’re going to make this match the best we can. I plan on winning this match, but if I don’t, I’m hoping you do. You deserve it. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m no longer your straight edge savior. I’m not going to come out here and speak to you people about how you should follow what I do, and I’m better than you because I’m straight edge! I’m not better than you because I’m straight edge. I’m better than you because I have the balls to say what all of you are thinking! I hope this has got your attention, because I have one last thing to say to you people and the management in the back. I have worked my ass off day in and day out for five years, attempting to finally get to the point in my career where I can call myself one of the best in the world! When I won the World Heavyweight Championship before, I thought that was my time, but I was quickly shut down by Kasey Cage, or otherwise known as Justin Tyger. Tonight, I complete my five year long mission and become the best in this world! I want you all to know that I respect you as wrestlers, but most of you are just like Shawn Michaels! You are just another person in my way of becoming the best! The Prodigal Son has arrived in SNME, and I will make my destiny, a reality tonight!”
As Punk lays the microphone down on the mat next to him, the crowd actually begins to erupt in cheers. The man who had done everything he possibly could to make this crowd hate him, was now finally getting cheers. He said exactly what everyone had wanted to say for years. By the look on his face, no one can tell if he enjoys the cheers or not, but he a smirk on his face as he rises from the mat. He looks out towards the crowd and begins to clap. With a cocky smile on his face, he then looks at camera, which is being held by the masked man, and gives it a “well look at that” face. As he exits the ring, he continues to clap, as he walks up the ramp. People are reaching out and trying to touch him, but he just walks right by them, clapping at their applause to him. The masked man follows him up the ramp, as they both stop right at the top. The camera continues to film Punk, as he faces the arena and begins to bow towards them. They bow back and begin to chant his name. As the “CM Punk” chants fill the arena, both men walk backstage and the titantron begins to show the actual camera footage once again.