*Electric Guitar solo goes out through the arena as an man starts Moaning*
*YEEAAAHHHHH, Even through the darkest days, this fire burns all the way*
*CM Punk comes out onto the stage with his CWF Championship Belt wrapped around his waist and a microphone in his hand, he gets on one knee as he puts his head into his hand as the crowd boos him. He then taps his wrist getting up and swinging his arm.as he started down the ramp.*
*Punk then looked at the pathetic scums who bought an ticket to see him perform as he could only smirk at them as they yelled insulting things to him. CM Punk then got down the ramp onto the apron as he climbed the turnbuckle and did his time taunt again, he jumped down and began too glare at the crowd and slowly brung the microphone too his lips.*
"CM has always stood for one thing: Chicago Made. Chick Magnet? That’s preposterous. Girls don’t like me. I was born and raised in Chicago. The city made me. Punk is just because I’ve always been a smart-mouthed, wise-a** punk. I still am. I was the guy, if a bunch of football players were messing with one of my friends, I’d walk over there and spit in their face. That's just how Straight-Edge I was, I never brung a blunt or joint too my mouth. I never sipped on that beer or special bar drink. That would have made me a loser just like all of you in the crowd, I got a cure for that! My dad was an alcoholic and my parents…we didn’t have any money and I grew up really poor. I watched them spend all of their money on cartons of cigarettes and stuff like that and I didn’t understand how if we were broke and we couldn’t afford Christmas presents, why could you smoke all of those cigarettes? It’s not like they are making you better…they are killing you. It seemed real idiotic to me! But I can free you from the drugs and alcohol, I just need you too come and sit in this chair that I will go and get. Is there anyone!"
While Punk waited, he rolled out the ring too go get a chair and rolled back in the ring and set it up.*
