The fans in attendance of the CWF House Show are pumped awaiting apparently the biggest surprise of the night to end the show, suddenly their wait is over with a spoken atmospheric tune.
THIS IS TRUE... THIS IS REAL...
THIS IS...
STRAIGHT EDGE!!!
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The fans go nuts into a huge mixed reaction as Cult of Personality hits the PA system, the fans almost knowing who it is, after a moment, emerging from the backstage area is the one and only CM Punk! He chuckles as he strolls down the entrance ramp, ignoring almost all the fans in attendance but keeping a smile on his face.
Punk continues his walk down to the ring before walking up the ring steps, he glances out into the crowd before leaping up onto the turnbuckle.
Punk then leaps off the turnbuckle and turns his attention to the ring announcer and snatches the microphone off him, with a smug look on his face, Punk speaks up.
The Straight-Edge Superstar,
CM Punk:
I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
The crowd erupts into a huge mixature of cheers and boos, realising that they cannot trust Punk after his last stint in CWF, but that doesn't bother the Straight-Edge Superstar, as he continues.
What? Aren't you guys happy to see me, again? I mean c'mon I even got my hair cut for this occasion! But we all I didn't come back here because you guys me missed, I came back for the same reason a lot of people are coming back, management in the office back in Stafford has changed... Yes, the Big Cheese has finally rotted away and someone else has taken over, and with new leaders come new 'followers'! Not that I'm a follower of the new guy, but the new guy realises that I am the best in the world on his microphone and I undoubtedly the best damn thing in this ring! I've beaten the best, I came so close to winning the CWF Championship, only for a particular member in the backstage area to bottle it because apparently it wasn't good for the business to have me as their representative; thankfully the rest of the 'board' came to their senses and got rid of the man! But that's the past folks and I don't hold grudges, infact I'm here to talk about the future, a clear future, a new era, the era of CM PUNK, THE ERA OF THE STRAIGHT-EDGE!
CM Punk continues to get a mixed reaction from the fans, but that doesn't bother him, in fact he taps his microphone and continues.
See this here? In my hand? Yes, I'm talking this microphone, as many of you know, it used to talk and well CWF likes to hear people talk but in the right hands, it's more than just something you talk into, it's a pipe bomb and it my hands, it's a very big and pipe bomb and guess what, I like talking, so the combination goes down very well... But people don't like me talking about them, management doesn't particularly like me talking about them either, apparently they find it offensive, well, I don't give a rat's 'ass' about what they like to hear and what they don't because this is a cruel world and this industry is a damn dark one, but I will put this industry back into the light, because through my words and my actions inside this ring, I will make everyone see clearly! There's a few guys in the back, I want to bring into the light, people who think they are the 'hotshit' as some people like to put it, so let's get started shall we?
Punk pauses the fans actually cheer CM Punk, he taps his microphone once more, most of the fans actually begin to cheer Punk on, he lifts the microphone back up to his mouth with a grin on his face.
A pipe-bomb which will blow this industry wide open, all those lock doors, all those dirty little secrets gone in a moment, this is gonna be more exposed than Janet Jackson at the Super Bowl! Raw, uncensored truth, delivered by me, CM Punk! That's right folks, I'm gonna deliver the truth about this industry, I am going to expose the people, your favourites... Let's start with Bret Hart, the man that claims he was screwed, so many times, I'm not going to lie Bret, if you'd be screwed as many times as you claimed to be, you would of struck gold by now! Then we have Shawn Michaels, "Mr. I lose my smile!" well I got news for you Shawn, I've never been fan, you was terrible in the ring, the WWE Hype Machine made you look great, but now you're non-existent, you're no a nobody Shawn, you're irrelevant, I am what matters now, people are going remember this era for me, CM PUNK! *The fans pop wildly but Punk cuts them off* I haven't finished yet, oh no! The fuse has only just been lit, let's get onto our current 'superstars' the likes of Triple H, Alberto Del Rio, Rey Mysterio, John Cena or the UNDERTAKER!
Punk's smirk widens but before he can take a shot...
DEADMAN WALKKING
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The old theme of The Undertaker hits the PA system and the lights become red and focused on the stage with a single spotlight centred on the stage, before long a motorcycle makes its way from behind the curtain onto the stage, on that motorcycle is the legendary Undertaker. He looks Punk in the eye, he shakes his head in disgust. He then rides on down to the ring.
Undertaker gets down to the ring and begins to circle it on his vehicle, CM Punk wants none of 'Taker and bails over the top rope as The Undertaker parks up at the corner of the ringside barricade. He looks up the ramp and simply smirks before walking up the ring steps and through the ropes. He throws his hands up in the air in front of the ring ropes as the crowd cheer and chant his name. He snatches a microphone from the ring techs hand and gives him a stare of death before he raises the microphone to his mouth to talk.
Undertaker: You were saying?...
The crowd cheer as Taker begins to speak, we get a 'Taker!, Taker!' chant from the crowd, Undertaker glares at them in an unhappy manner.
C'mon boy!, what were you sayin' about The Undertaker?, I'm keen to know. Go on.
CM Punk doesn't respond, he stands with his arms folded on the stage.
That's what I thought. 'Cos boy, let me tell you, if you uttered any words against The Undertaker?, I'd take you to the ring, I'd beat the livin' hell outta ya, and son... I'd make ya famous. But it seems to me Punk, like you've got a little following out here. Which really grinds my gears, y'wanna know why Punk?, because your nothin' more than that, a punk. I've been in this business over thirty years and never have I seen such a bitchin', moanin' son of a bitch like you. 'Oh I didn't get my chance', 'Oh, I was held down by management'... hell son, you weren't held down by the 'powers that be', you were held down by the chief Judge, Jury, and Executioner around these parts, me, The Undertaker. And do you want to know why I held you down?... it's because you didn't show me any respect. And that's the first law of this business, backstage, in the ring, you will respect The Undertaker.
The crowd give a mixed reaction, a lot of Punk fans in the arena. Taker looks out to them, they chant 'CM Punk!, CM Punk!' and 'Best In The World!, Best In The World!'.
'Best In The World'?... do you dumb shits even listen to yourself. He ain't the best in the world, he's the same guy that came out here and preached to ya all about not drinkin', about not smokin'... he's the same slimy little greaseball that came out here and got a woman and two rejects to do his dirty work for him. But I've got to give ya credit where it's due son, you got it over. Funny thing is though, that don't mean nothin'. Yeah these fans can cheer ya, they can boo ya, they can chant your name as loud as they damn well please, but at the end of the day, if the locker room leader don't like you?, you ain't got a chance in hell of gettin' anything more than you deserve... which by the way, is absolutely nothing.
The crowd now begin to boo The Undertaker.
Punk, you want to know about the time you disrespected The Undertaker and the match we had after it?. It was a few years back in a different company, on a different show. We had a dress code, smart shirt, trousers, shoes, so you don't look too much like we dragged ya off the streets, which to be honest, you looked like that anyway. But what does little Punk do, he turns up in a hoodie, sweatpants and sneakers. I should've popped him in the jaw on the spot, and I should've done it when he asked why he has to adhere to the policy when The Undertaker doesn't. Boy, I don't have to adhere to any laws because in this business I AM THE LAW. I make the laws. I enforce the laws. And y'wanna know what I did about it, I marched right up to Vince McMahon, and I said to the Vin-Man, I said Vince, this kid ain't ready yet. I said maybe we should go on first. I said maybe this kid shouldn't have any more title shots for a few years. And guess what?, the old bastard agreed with me, we went on first, I kicked your ass and I left champion. And it's all your own fault Punk, your attitude stinks, you show no respect, and above all else, you continually pissed off the one man you didn't want to piss off, me, Big Evil.
The crowd begin to chant 'Shut The Fuck Up!' at Taker as Taker continues.
And here we meet again Punk and you've got some meaty gossip about ol' Undertaker. Well fire ahead Punk, but be warned if you want to piss off The Undertaker, I suggest you do it from right there because I'm right in the mood to start dishin' out early burials right about now.
Punk stands on the staging unimpressed, his armed crossed, he prepares to respond.
You know what Mark, you're wrong, you are no longer 'the law' because this isn't the WWE, this is a new company and you're old ways count for NOTHING; they don't mean shit; if anything Mark, I am the one who has all the fingers in the peverbal pies; it's absolute nonsense for someone like you to think you should be given respect, when I can bring up many issues why you don't deserve the respect you so desperately crave! You say you held me back in so many words, well I have news for you Mark, I can put myself over, it's quite simple, it's know as a microphone and guess what I'm holding at this very moment, a MICROPHONE! Shocking isn't it that I hold the one thing that seems to get me by in this gruesome industry, that and the secrets a know, that I'm just itching to reveal!
The fans erupt as CM Punk smirks, tapping his microphone on his chest, with a smirk on his face, he continues.
But where would be the fun in that, revealing all my cards at once? These fans have already made up their minds on who they rather see walk away victorious out of us two, and it's not you, you see I'm the voice of the voiceless and these fans hate to see the same pretentious acts dominating their television screens! I've overthrown various so called Top guys, and it's time to overthrow the biggest 'doofus' of the lot, you, Mark! You come out on your motorbike, reeving the engine in a hope to make yourself look badass, demanding this 'respect' when it reality, you're trying to cover up what you really don't have! And that pisses you off, it pisses you off that you don't have respect, that you aren't a badass, you are really nothing other than a bully! You push smaller guys around to make yourself look big, but you don't like it when they push back! And Mark, I'm surprised you have the balls to come out here and stop me, because you know I'll push you back! But the bullying didn't stop with you, you're girlfriend, or should I say your wife did the same thing, she didn't like the fact Mickie James was grabbing all the attention, so she went out of her way to belittle her, herself... What was it again Mark? Piggy James? Yeah, real professional, real respectful on your part, real badass making fun of a woman's supposed weight issues! You're real big man, aren't ya? Letting your wife say such things, and you were supposed to member of this anti-bullying campaign... Yes people, I just let out one of the biggest secrets that this industry has tried to keep secret for years, the Undertaker is indeed a bully, there's no more censorship here Mark, I can say what I want, whenever I want!
The fans pop Punk hard as he stands there with a huge grin on his face, Undertaker goes to respond but Punk quickly cuts him off, pointing at him.
DON'T YOU DARE INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M TALKING MARK! You think I'm going to let you bully me around? Vince McMahon isn't around anymore to get me fired, you are NOTHING without him, you were nothing but his lap dog, Vince wanted some muscle to 'push things' through, he would either go crying to you or Hunter and you both would get on your knees and ask "how deep?" and you would enjoy it! You are nothing but a politician that these fans used to respect, but now they know the truth, now there's no WWE hype machine, you are nothing but another guy! I make my own hype, and I back that hype up, you, Mark are nothing but a Hypocrite and you must be really dumb to think I'm going to come down to that ring with you threatening me! I'll get into that ring when I want to, not when you want it to happen.
Undertaker actually raises a grin for a little while before scratching his nose and raising the microphone to his mouth.
Undertaker: Son, you just went a crossed the line. You've pissed off The Undertaker. You think your a real smart ass up there don't ya?, think your impressin' everyone with your little snide remarks, your little name drops and your insinuations. Phil, if we're going by name terms, you in this business mean nothing. No really, go outside and stand see if anyone notices you... hell no they won't. It's a different story when The Undertaker steps outside. And that's the difference between me and you, you talk about ushering in a new era of professional wrestling, the 'reality era' or what ever the hell you want to call it, but at the end of the day, does it really matter what it's called?, because I've been in this business through the Golden Era, the New Era, the Attitude Era, the Ruthless Aggression years and the PG Era and I've stayed on top all the way through and it just goes to show that the era can change, the little smart ass punks can change, but at the end of the day The Undertaker remains and The Undertaker remains for a reason and it's real simple... no one wants to mess with The Undertaker... which half-way explains you being up there, the other half being your nothing but a little pussy bitch.
The crowd go 'OHHHHH', CM Punk sarcastically feigns shock, Taker snarls a little before continuing.
You want to say The Undertaker's a bully?... You're wrong Punk, I'll tell ya what the Undertaker is, I'M THE DAMN TORMENTOR!. You need to get somethin' into your head about this business son, it's kill or be killed, survival of the fittest, and yeah I might politic backstage, and I sure as hell might bully someone who disrespects me, or steps on Big Evil's toes. But at the end of the day I did it all to survive in this business, and I'm still the big dog... and this is my yard. So Punk before you go on and cry me a river, I'd just like to say if you think bullying's wrong?, if I hurt your feelings by showing your former whore of a girlfriend who's in charge?... I say grow a set of nuts and man up. That fat piece of white trash was disrespectin' not only The Undertaker, and The Undertaker's wife... she was disrespectin' this business by leaving it to go be some Country and Western singer. Y'know, just like your other former girlfriend Maria left to be a singer. The recurring theme being that they not only suck in the ring, and certainly in the locker room... but they also suck at singing. Now Punk I'm not saying you have a bad record in bitches, because some of the boys certainly didn't see much wrong with them, I'm just saying Mickie got what she deserved, which is kicked out of the company and left to rot down in Orlando.
The crowd boo The Undertaker heavily.
Now before you go ahead and make any more accusations... The Undertaker ain't no suck up. No, it's a different story all together boy. The Undertaker had power over the old boss, the old boss respects The Undertaker. I could tell him to go fuck himself and he'd do it because he didn't want to piss off The Undertaker. You remember back in the nineties, y'know when you were still pissin' the bed?, when Shawn Michaels was a little bitch whinin' and moanin' and losin' his smile like you said?... you wanna know who the only one that could tell Michaels what to do was?... it was me. It's real simple Punk, The Deadman don't kiss no ass, EVERYONE kisses The Undertaker's ass. And it's for their own good, they know that I'm the big dog, they know that I'm the leader. Even now, back there I know there's a big line waitin' just to cosy up to Big Evil. Half of them?, they can try all they want, they ain't gettin' nowhere, the other half?, they can get me all the drinks they want, they can pay for my lunch, and they can grovel, they can respect The Undertaker. I'm STILL the leader Punk, it don't matter where I am, anytime, any company, I'm the big dog and that's just the way it is. So Punk you just stay up there, you just keep smiling away because if your a man of your word, and you've got nuts the size of grapefruits, you will fight The Undertaker... and The Undertaker will make sure you won't be able to smile again with a full set of teeth, dentistry provided by Deadman Inc. So Punk, Phil, whatever the hell you want to be called... you wanna do it?.
CM Punk begins to clap with a smug look on his face before lifting his mic back up.
So I crossed the line with you Mark? Is that cheap TNA plug I just heard from the Undertaker? Because am I supposed to be scared by that line? I mean I'm shaking in my boots... But seeing as I've only just touched the tip of the iceberg! You have to bow down to me now, Mark! Because this pipebomb's fuse is slowly burning down before the big time bang!
Punk smirks as Undertaker continues to snarl at Punk.
Can I sense some frustration from you Mark? Is it the fact, you know I'm right and you are wrong? That I can hold you to ransom because I know the truth, the truth you don't want the folks at home to here? That's why you are pissed off with me, right? Well, It's hard to be humble isn't it, Mark? You take a cheap jab at Mickie James and Maria, calling them ring rats when it reality, you left your wife Sara, for a ring rat, cheating blatantly behind her back with this ring rat, well she's not really a ring-rat, atleast I don't think so, I've starving children in Africa with more meat on them than her, and that's say something...
CM Punk pauses and places the microphone on his side as the fans go absolutely nuts, Punk lifts his microphone back with a big grin on his face.
As my little sister would say L, O, L, BURNED! Mark, you wish everyone kissed your ass, because it doesn't really happen, even these fans have wised up about you, not to mention, if I remember rightly, I had Vince McMahon on his knees begging for me not to leave with his precious little championship! I beat John Cena clear in the middle of that ring and left with his championship! Vince McMahon feared CM Punk, the man that supposedly fears you? Oh please, making Vince McMahon shake his boots isn't a hard thing to do, all I had to do was perform a 'shoot' on his ass and his company and boom! I get offered multimillion dollar contract, what exactly have you done to shine? Pretend to be a 'deadman' oooh, impressive, talk about being gimmicky! I'm One Hundred Percent LEGIT, I am Straight Edge, and I'm the BEST IN THE WORLD!
Now I know you're gonna dispute that fact by whining and calling me a pussy, well I got news for you Mark, why should I step back into that ring with a 'bully' like yourself? You'll probably pull out a biker chain or a led pipe and go for me because that's the type of guy REALLY arm, a man that needs alcohol, the badass imagery, the bikes, the weapons, the entire Hells Angel look! If you want to face me that bad, face me at Cyber Sunday, because I'll happily beat your ass in the middle of the ring, have your shoulders down on the mat for the one, two, three. Or better yet, prove you're really a bitch ass pussy, a coward, by making you tap out to Anaconda Vice, what do you say Mark, are you MAN enough to face me at Cyber Sunday?
Undertaker paces in the ring before raising the microphone to his mouth.
Undertaker: Well look at the big set of balls on you!. Y'know I was startin' to wonder whether or not you actually had a set of nuts, but I suppose you proved yourself right there son. But Punk what you also proved is that your too damn smart for your own good. Do you just realise that by challenging The Undertaker to a match, you've just put yourself into an early grave?. You just signed your own death warrant boy, just 'cause I don't dress like satan no more, it don't mean I ain't down with the devil, and I will bury your ass alive. But unlike the old 'Taker, I'll do it by burying you in the ring, and yeah, y'know what, for the hell of it I might just bring some chains, some weapons... I might drive my bike down to the ring, hell son, I might even run you down on the way to the ring... but y'know what?... as much as I would enjoy takin' a lead pipe to your scrawny little neck and crushing your throat... I'm not going to. Wanna know why?... because that would mean I'd have to kill you with a weapon, why do that?, especially when I'd enjoy it much more if I were to do it with my bare hands.
The crowd boo.
Boy, you can make all the remarks you like because you've done exactly what I wanted you to. You rose to the challenge... you challenged The Undertaker to a fight... and if one man loves to fight around here, it's The Undertaker. But it won't be a fight Punk, nah, it's gonna be a mauling. It's gonna be sorta like when a Rottweiler takes on a little Jack Russel, a little cute Jack Russel... the Rottweiler is bigger, the Rottweiler is badder and the Rottweilers gonna rip the throat out of that cute little Jack Russel's neck because it can. Your the Jack Russel in this situation Punk, a little ratty mutt, I'm the Big Dog... you claim to be the Voice of The Voiceless?, you want to speak your mind, that's fine, go ahead... but when you start pissing me off, when you start disrespecting The Undertaker?... well then I suppose I'm just gonna have to be the Rottweiler and shut you up for good. I suppose Big Evil's gonna have to take the voice away from the voiceless... for good.
The crowd begin to chant 'Fuck You 'Taker!', Taker looks at them like he would happily kill them all, but ignores them ultimately and continues.
You might well have had Vince McMahon quacking in his boots... you might've had the other company beggin' and pleadin' for ya to come back, but this time you will leave... and it'll be in an ambulance. So Punk, get ready for the fight, because that's what it will be, a fight, not a wrestling match, not a sports-entertainment spectacle... but a fight between two men... or rather, a man, and a boy... and boy?, your 'bout to receive the biggest ass whooping of your life!.
Taker throws down the microphone and begins to march up the entrance ramp towards Punk, CM Punk takes off his tshirt and actually taunts Undertaker to bring it.
Jim Ross: And it’s on folks!
Booker T: Can ya dig this folks!
Undertaker charges towards Punk, as Punk manages to land the first punch to the face of Undertaker; the fans erupt, as Punk and Undertaker begin to exchange punches on the entrance ramp, Taker grabs Punk by the tuff of the head and tosses him off the entrance ramp straight into the steel barricade, the fans boo as Undertaker hops off the ramp and grabs Punk again and slams him again into the barricade before booting him in the chest again, Undertaker then proceeds to stomp a mudhole into the Punk to the dismay of the fans. Taker then grabs Punk by the throat and begins to yell at the Best in the World.
Undertaker: You wanted this fight boy! Now ya will respect the Undertaker.
Punk gasps for air, with snarling look on his face, he spits in the face of Undertaker, Taker backs off and looks pissed before steamrolling towards Punk, Punk quickly throws his boot up in to the gut of Taker; Staggering the big man, Punk lands a right hook across the face of Taker, Punk then grabs Taker by the hair and slams him face first into the barricade on the otherside of the entrance. The fans erupt as Punk storms across and begins to look underneath the ring; Taker picks himself back up and strolls up behind Punk and grabs him by the trunk, pulling him away from the ring apron but Punk has a fire extinguisher in his hands, Punk squeezes down on the handle, sending foam into the face of the Undertaker blinding him.
Jim Ross: This isn’t even a match, and these two are already going at each other!
Booker T: Clearly both men demise each other JR!
Punk grabs the blind Undertaker and throws him into the ring steps, Taker crashes and burns as Punk walks across the other side of the ring and charges across going for a Big Boot to the seated Undertaker, Undertaker manages to roll out the way as Punk smashes into the ring steps; Taker picks himself up and military presses Punk up before dropping him across the ring barricade; Punk connects with a thud as Undertaker snarls and pushes Punk into the crowd; Taker climbs over the barricade, fans surrounding him, he pushes them out of the way and grabs a steel chair, Punk picks himself up but straight away gets smack in the back with the steel chair. The fans around Undertaker boo as he continues to stalk Punk, Punk begins to climb up the steps heading towards the lobby as Undertaker continues to stalk him.
Jim Ross: Undertaker is just stalking Punk!
Punk spins around, with the higher ground on Taker, he kicks the steel chair back into the face of the Undertaker, Taker stumbles back down the stairs; Punk surrounded by fans, the Taker regains his composure as Punk leaps off the steps, flying down them, delivering a diving forearm; knocking Undertaker down, Punk grabs the steel chair and yells “I’M THE BEST IN THE WORLD!†before driving the steel chair down across the leg of the Undertaker, he does it three more times before tossing the steel chair aside.
Booker T: Punk might be in this JR!
Punk continues to stamp on the leg of the Undertaker, the fans loving every moment of it, Punk screams at Undertaker “you think you can push me around huh?†before pulling Taker up by the hair; Taker back on a vertical base, Punk delivers a martial arts kick to the side of Taker leg, taking Undertaker down a peg; Punk delivers another one to the side of ‘Taker head. Undertaker doesn’t go down however, so CM Punk picks up the steel chair and goes for a swing but Undertaker literally punches Punk in the balls, knocking him down to the ground.
Jim Ross: What an absolute Cheapshot by the Undertaker!
Booker T: Man, Taker is pissed off!
Taker stands back up to his feet and grabs Punk by the head and charges towards a popcorn stand, Undertaker tosses Punk head first straight through the glass of the popcorn machine; the fans erupt into a chorus of boos as the Undertaker stands over Punk defiant. Punk holds his head, clearly bleeding from the impact, Taker kneels down and once again begins to choke Punk over, yelling at Punk once more.
Undertaker: I tell ya what boy, you ain’t even gonna make it to Uprising!
Punk mouths back at the Undertaker “bite me!†before turning the favour, driving his knee straight into the never regions of the Undertaker, Taker begins to keel over as Punk grasps for air; Punk manages to recover and runs up to the Undertaker delivering a running knee strike; Taker stumbles into a bunch of fans before Punk lunges across, diving top of the Undertaker; Punk literally begins to pummel the shit out of Undertaker, Punk punches Taker in the head about ten times before dragging the Deadman across to the ring side area, tosses him over the barricade.
Jim Ross: It looks like they’re coming back this way Booker!
Booker T: Oh man, there’s more heat here than in Hells Kitchen!
Punk climbs up on to the barricade, waiting for Taker to pick himself up, Taker manages to stand back to his feet as Punk leaps off going for a second flying forearm but Undertaker catches him into bearhug, Taker roars and charges CM Punk straight into the ring post; Punk screams in agony as Taker does it a second time before dropping CM Punk down; Taker shakes his head at CM Punk before walking over to the Spanish Announcement table, tearing the top off it, Punk begins to pull himself up using the ring apron as Taker pulls out the television monitors, keeping one in his hand.
Jim Ross: We better move Booker, before it gets ugly!
Booker T: JR, It’s always been ugly dawg!
Taker with the monitor takes a swing at the dazed Punk, but Punk ducks as the monitor smashes straight into the ring post, denting the ring post, Taker drops the monitor from the force; Punk grabs Taker by the waist and almost spears him straight into the Spanish Announcement table; the fans erupt as Punk delivers an open hand slap across the face of the Undertaker; Taker groggy Punk hoists Taker up onto his shoulders, going for a GTS through the table but Taker manages to grab a second television monitor and drives it into the side of Punk’s head! Punk drops Undertaker as more blood flows across the face of Punk, Undertaker hoist CM Punk up into the Last Ride through the announcement table!
Jim Ross: MY GOD! THE UNDERTAKER HAS JUST BROKEN CM PUNK IN HALF! GET THE EMTS OUT HERE!
Punk crashes and burn hard as Taker collapses backwards and leans across the ring apron, snarling at CM Punk as the Best in the World rolls over onto his belly, now bleeding like a waterfall; Undertaker does a slit throat motion before staggering over to Punk, lifting the lifeless Punk up, Taker grabs him across to timekeepers table and takes a microphone, leaning into CM Punk’s ear, Taker begins to yell at Punk.
The Undertaker: Consider this your welcome back present boy! Ya crossed the line with the Undertaker, ya didn’t wanna cross and now you pass the price. You talk about putting yourself over, I just made ya famous by whooping your ass live on PPV, ya got any words in your defense.
Taker smacks the microphone across the bleeding forehead of CM Punk, before shoving it in his face, yelling at Punk to speak up.
CM Punk: Ahaha, ahaha, you really do suck don’t ya Mark! Tell me how does Vinnie Mac’s dick taste!
Taker stares at the smug looking Punk and goes to drive the microphone into his forehead again but Punk plays possesum grabbing Taker by the trousiers and drives him down into the barricade chest first; CM Punk barrel rolls to the side to get some space between him and the Undertaker before picking himself up. Undertaker stands back up and shakes his head, thinking to himself that Punk has pushed his luck.
Jim Ross: Folks, we apology for CM Punk’s words there but it looks like the Undertaker is going to teach Punk some respect!
Booker T: CM Punk, TAKERS COMING FOR YA, SUCKAH!
Taker goes for Punk once again, but Punk manages to get a boot into the gut of Taker before grabbing him into a hammerlock, Punk roars as he tosses Taker shoulder first into the ring apron; Taker connects before bouncing off to the side, Punk roars and charges at Taker, whose now prone against the Barricade, Punk charges towards him, spearing Taker through the Barricade! The entire Barricade section collapses around both men, the fans suddenly cheer wildly “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!†Punk manages to get back up to his feet and cheers and leaps into the fans, Undertaker is clearly out on the outside.
Jim Ross: These two are destroying the place to get a hand on each other!
Punk looks down on Taker, while having all the cheering fans around him but the Undertaker suddenly sits up, some of the fans cheer at Taker sitting back up, Punk can’t believe it as he storms back over to Taker and delivers a boot of the chest of Taker but it has no effect, Taker continues to stand back up and squares up to CM Punk, both me begin to talk smack to each other before Undertaker unloads another right hook strike, knocking Punk backwards into the ring side area, Undertaker then delivers a series of punches to ribcage forcing CM Punk up against the ring apron, Taker delivers a final strike to the face of the bloodied CM Punk before tossing him back into the ring; Undertaker then proceeds to hunt underneath the ring for a weapon.
Booker T: This ain’t good for CM Punk, dawg.
Jim Ross: you have’ta wonder what Undertaker is looking for!
Undertaker pulls out a toolbox and smirks as CM Punk leans against the ring ropes, dazed, Taker takes a cheap shot smashes the tool box spilling tools everywhere; Taker smirks as he picks up a monkey wrench and rolls back into the ring, CM Punk out cold in the middle of the ring, Undertaker walks past him with the monkey wretch and rips off the turnbuckle’s padding and begins to use the Monkey wretch to loose in the actual ring rope, after a moment of fiddling around, the top ring ropes collapse as Undertaker smirks and walks back over to Punk, placing the wretch in his pocket.
Jim Ross: Big Evil has some bad intentions for CM Punk!
Booker T: Naw, you don’t say!
Punk slowly begins to stir as Undertaker drags him across the ring, grabbing the loose ring rope and begins to warp it around the throat of Punk; Taker then places his knee in the back of CM Punk, choking the life out of Cm Punk. The fans begin to boo wildly as Undertaker continues to tighten the noose around Punk’s neck, Punk flails his arms wildly, referees and security finally make their way into the area, Undertaker loses the hold as they begin to fill up the ring, Taker begins to begin to deliver knockout shots to anyone that comes into the ring, Taker delivers blows to referees Charles Robinson, Jack Doan and Nick Patrick before turning his attention to CM Punk once more.
Jim Ross: WE NEED THE POLICE OUT HERE, BLAH GAWD!
Undertaker reaches down for the prone CM Punk, but Punk quickly grabs the right arm of Undertaker before placing a boot into the gut of Undertaker, pushing Undertaker up and over, Punk then flips backwards straight into the Anaconda Vice; the fans go absolutely nuts as CM Punk wretches the hold on Taker, the blood flowing down his face, Taker struggles to attempt to break the hold; Taker quickly grabs the wretch out of his pocket and smashes across the back of the CM Punk’s head, Punk releases the hold and collapses forward as the Undertaker brings to breathe heavily and places his boot on Punk’s head and Undertaker does his signature pose before glancing down at CM Punk.
Booker T: Hopefully this is the end of this aggressive brawl.
Jim Ross: I hope to god too…
Undertaker shakes his head, Punk completely out, Taker grabs Punk by the foot and begins to dragging him out of the ring with force; Punk stumbles across the floor and up the entrance ramp, not a clue where he is, the Undertaker marches behind him, with Security trying to pull Undertaker away but the phemon ignores them, shoving them away he grabs Punk by the hair and tosses him up the entrance ramp, Taker continues to shout at Punk “C’mon boy, I thought ya wanted to face the Undertaker!†Punk slowly begins to realise where he is at the top of the titantron, Taker grabs Punk by the head and goes to throw him against the huge titantron screen but Punk blocks it with his boot and elbows Taker in the chest before tossing Taker against the titantron, doing damage to the Taker; Taker bounces off as CM Punk delivers a bloodied headbutt to Taker, both throwing Taker back into the titantron once more, Taker bounces again and stumbles across the staging into the mouth entrance, Punk does the straight edge X sign before grabbing Taker again, going to throw him once more but Undertaker delivers a third blow, crotching Punk, Undertakers Punk by the hair and charges with him before throwing through the HD Titantron Screen in the mouth entrance, sparks fly everywhere as Undertaker drops back onto his ass, the fans going nuts “HOLY FUCKING SHIT… HOLY FUCKING SHIT!â€
Jim Ross: SWEET MOTHER JESUS! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS, CM PUNK IS BROKEN IN HALF… OH MY GOD!!! SOME BODY GET EMTS OUT, PUNK IS HURT, HE’S BROKEN IN HALF… OH MY GOD!!!
-=WINNER: NO CONTEST AT 27:20=-
j/k. In all seriousness if this is the card we want to go with that's fine with me. My only question is the date. If it is the 5th then I can only do one match. Which I'd like to be the Unification match. If it is the fifth this should be the last week I can't take a heavy load so after this I can hit it hard full time. The planned matches I had for uprising were Batista v. Christian v. Edge V. Sheamus for the CWF World Heavyweight Championship. (I'm for keeping the WHC as it has more history here in CWF) Hassan v. Miz for the IC Title sounds good to me. Might want to think about adding the Bossman if he produces. CM Punk v. Undertaker, and I have to see what happens in the Hardcore match and posting wise. This is just the original ideas I have for uprising. Let's see if people produce and I think Uprising has the potential to be AWESOME! lol
