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- FORWARD - CM Punk in a matter of weeks has become public enemey number one for Eric Bischoff. After capturing the United States Title, Punk was pitted against two of Eric's cronies in the form of Kurt Angle and Triple H, teaming alongside his old nemesis, Raven. After Raven abandoned Punk, most of the fans in attendance thought Punk was dead. A-las, the two jacked meat-heads that opposed him argued who would get the pin, and after a shoving contest, Punk got the roll up and the victory. Now, as Eric continues scheming, doing whatever it takes to get Punk OUT of his company, Punk faces a fellow champion in the form of Billy Kidman. With a target on his back, a title in his hand, and an upcoming Elimnation Chamber Match at IWF Sumemrslam, it's up to Punk to be the rebel who rose above it all. Will Kidman FINALLY be the one to give Punk his first loss? Or will Punk continue this winning streak? |
[x] 7-10-S1 ||| Somewhere, USA [x] Colt Cabana's Car [x]
[[ - If there's one thing every wrestler can sympathize with, it's the long hours going from town to town. This wasn't new for CM Punk. Long hours in the car, to some, is torture. But for Punk? It gives him time to think. We see an old-car in the middle of the night, driving through the city where IWF Velocity will take place. The bright street lights illuminate the inside of the car, where CM Punk could be seen with a hoodie on. His face is bruised, sporting two black eyes, and even a stich above his nose. He sighed in agony, but in his lap, he held the IWF United States Championship. On his left side, his best friend, Colt Cabana, could be seen getting ready to mess with the radio. - ]]
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Colt, I swear to God.
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You mind stopping somewhere?
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Just stop at the McDonalds.
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See this? Pretty gross, right?
[[ - He smirked, shaking his head at the events in his head. - ]]
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Yeah, well, congrats, Eric. Congrats on getting a couple of cheap shots on me. A few Pedigrees, a few Olympic Slams, and this is the result. I'm tired, pissed off, and truthfully? Annoyed. Annoyed, not at the fact I got my ass kicked, but at the fact that you're still trying to stop me with complete amateurs.
[[ - He pulled his hood down, revealing his messy hair. He leaned in a bit, clasping his hands together. - ]]