CM Punk: The Chains Are Off

The fans are waiting in anticipation for the next big superstar to come walking past the curtain. They've already seen Mr. Kennedy, JBL, and others. But no star as big as the one to arrive. Suddenly the lights begin to dim, until it is total darkness. ""Miseria Cantare - The Beginning" by AFI hits the speaker system. Upon hearing the familiar music, the ROH fans in attendance realize exactly who's coming and stomp their feet to the song. The rest still wait in eagerness to see the face of this mystery man. Suddenly the lights stop flickering and a spot-light is place at the the top of the stage. Stepping foot into the spot-light is... CM Punk! Punk with a smirk on his face and his arms up in the X-cross. Punk is in street clothes, also wearing a skull cap. Punk makes his way down to the ring. Meanwhile the fans are giving him a very loud ovation. By the time Punk grabs the mic they settle down a bit. The music also cuts off and Punk begins his speech.

CM Punk: Bet you all are surprised to see me here, right?

Loud pop

CM Punk: Hey, I'm surprised as anyone. In case you haven't noticed, 2008 has been my year. I not only competed in my first ever WrestleMania main event, I won. I was Mr. Money in the Bank 2008. That was my dream, man. Nothing I wanted more as a kid than to become a professional wrestler and be a part of Wrestlemania. I went on to become World Heavyweight Champion. Some called it a fluke, I call it being the best. I beat every big star on that show! So why would I drop all that? Why would I leave WWE where I was officially the top dog, to start over here at World Wrestling Syndicate?

Punk lifts his arms and pushes his fists out for a moment to display the "DRUG FREE" tattoo on his knuckles.

CM Punk: That's why. See for anyone who knew me before WWE. You know that I hate junkies. I hate alcoholics. Basically I hate 95% of you.

With that statement the crowd begins to turn on Punk.

[red]CM Punk:[/red] That's right. Don't get all sour on me. This isn't just a gimmick, this is my life. You know exactly what straight-edge means, because I'd told you about a million times. WWE fans...they don't get it. And why should they? I'd been told by management not to talk about being straightedge. The announcers barely even mentioned it. I had to sit at autograph sessions, with a phony as fuck smile on my face while thousands of you losers came up to me with your picture in one hand, and a big coors light in the other. They wanted me to be the poster boy. The company man. Hey listen, I'll represent any company so long as I feel proud. I didn't feel proud representing WWE. That's why I'm here. I'm going to clean this place up, this sespool. And yeah, I plan on becoming WWS Champion.

Punk looks over to the front row where a balded man is wearing a Budweiser t-shirt. Punk leans over the ropes and talks right to him.

CM Punk: I hope I drive the likes of you out of here. And I damn sure plan on beating the tar out of any idiot backstage who has the nerve to ask me to hit the bar with him. WWS is going to be a place of honor. I will carry this company on my back with pride. We don't need a wellness test here. I AM the wellness test. If any of you meat-heads so much as wave a needle in my face, you've failed and I will make sure you don't come back for 30 days. So I'm putting everyone on notice... the fun is over. The chains are off CM Punk. It's back to me being CM Punk, Straightedge. Meaning I'm drug-free, alcohol-free, and better than you!

Punk drops the mic and puts his wrists back up in an X. The fans have completely turned on him in a matter of minutes. Punk has a look of total disgust on his face as he exits the ring.

TBC: Nobody