'Miseria Cantare' - AFI

The lights went out and flashed white to the drumbeat as the music started and the crowd clearly knew to boo this Straight Edge Superstar. CM Punk pushed the curtain out his his sight as he approached the top of the ramp and ran his hand through his blonde hair. He glanced back and fourth between the crowd to his left and to his right. Punk wiped his thumb across his nose emotionless and started walking down the ramp with his mouth slightly opening and closing, due to the fact that he was smacking his gum silently. The Straight Edge Superstar walked down the aisle with his hands in his coat pockets, not acknowledging the fans at ringside who wanted to slap his chest or shoulder. He climbed onto the ring apron thanks to the second rope and swung his leg over it, bending over the top rope to get into the ring. He walked to the parallel ropes and threw his arms across eachother, crossing his forearms to make his infamous taunt. The music came to an abrupt hault and the lights came back on to their normal white/yellow color. The Straight Edge Superstar looked to Harli and shook his head with a smile, keeping his chin high. He chuckled and shrugged the guy off as he grabed a microphone from Howard Finkel at ringside and raised it to his lips quickly.

"I would like to have everybody's attention before I snatch the title from that hanger up there." CM Punk said, looking up towards the strap smacking his gum. He then looked back down at Harli and shook his head. "Look at yourself, mate!" He said in his somewhat great Austrailian accent. He then quit and looked to Harli. "You see, we are different. Me being raised in the gutters of Chicago, and you being born in Austrailia, we're two opposites. So let me call you 'thing one', thing one, and I'll call the other pathetic outcast thing two, because you both look like goofy freaks!" The fans yelled in dissapproval at Punk, but man was he on a roll. "Although hell, I hate to overpush you guys, because I can tell just by looking at you, you're a full three hundred pounds of nothing." The fans jeered loudly at Punk's comments as they now took the side of the unknown Harli. "Coming from the outside looking in thing one, you may think I'm some rebel with no muscles, you may think I am nothing but a good role model for these obese children and their drunk mothers and fathers," Punk said, getting boos again from the crowd. He turned his head to the side slowly looking at the crowd as they jeered him. They now started a "LET'S GET DRUNK!" chant for Punk as he took this in disgust. He then turned back to Harli alot quicker and nodded. "But thing one, I promise you tonight that you will not be climbing that ladder, you won't even be on the first rung, but I promise you that the highest you will get tonight, is not on toxications. It's not on drugs, alchohol, or promiscouis sex. You see, I am going to take you soaring off the top rope for the Pepsi Plunge, I'll take thing two down right after you Crockey, and I will climb that ladder and wear that strap around my waist. Because that's what makes me, better than you." Punk dropped the mic, doing his taunt again by crossing his forearms, getting much crowd heat for the Garden. He awaited the third and final competitor.