CM Punk sat on a black work out bench in a fairly nondescript garage with gray colored walls. He was shirtless and his tattooed covered torso had a few beads of sweat running down it. The product he used to slick back his hair was effected by the perspiration and strands of the it hung downwards. He wiped his palms onto the jeans he was wearing before exhaling sharply.
CM Punk: "For the first time in my career..I don't want to headline a pay per view. I want to be the opening match. Because I am going to have to pace in the Target Center all night. Thinking. Thinking about what I'm going to do to John Cena. I've already thought about it for months. I don't want to waste another second. I want this over and done."
His tone was very serious but quiet. No wrestling theatrics. Each word held a grave importance. Obviously, he was more than a little restless.
CM Punk: "Some people ask me where this animosity between myself and Cena came from. And since my personal life is already thrown out into the open for the whole world to view, I'll explain it. See, I don't put my life out on twitter like everyone else because I want all focus to be on me as professional wrestler. But now I can't do that. And it's all stemmed down to one thing. It's over a woman. Everyone knows CM Punk as the guy who has supposedly dated the entire diva locker room. But all of that always remained off camera. The people involved were mature enough to keep it between us, exactly where it belonged. No one ever threatened my life. No one ever threw a colossal and massive hissy fit and literally fell apart for the entire planet to see."
Punk's head lightly shook when he thought about this entire situation. It had been on his mind every day for the past few months, effectively depriving him of sleep.
CM Punk: "John Cena showed his true colors. And he would like to blame me for everything that's wrong with his life because the man has no personal accountability. Because John Cena is a selfish, greedy man-child who has to have everything exactly his way. It doesn't matter that JOHN CENA fucked up his relationship long before I was ever in the picture. No, no, no. That's how it works in John's twisted little fantasy world that only he inhabits. It must be my fault. Because he certainly is not capable of any wrong doing. He is a holy, blameless creature. And a nut case that was waiting to happen. Let's add all of this up to it's perfectly clear.."
He began to count down on his fingers.
CM Punk: "John Cena was at one point the face of this company. The top name and the number one draw. Loved by his army fans. Well liked and respected in the locker room. Management's favorite. Wealthy. Caring friends. Had a woman that absolutely adored him, I'll admit it, and would have done anything for him. But his own actions took that woman away, despite getting a second chance that so few people are afforded in this life. Every last breathing person on this planet has had their heart broken. We all react differently. It effects you. Some people cry and lose their minds for awhile. But eventually..you pick up yourself, dust yourself off and you work on becoming a better person. And maybe, after some time, you see that person again and you're both in a happier place and you're both glad that you've both carried on."
The recently crowned King Of The Ring. That type of scenario was far beyond possible at this point.
CM Punk: "But not John Cena. Those rules don't apply to him. Because John Cena has to have it all. Nothing is allowed to disrupt his perfect life. Do you know how many wrestlers would have KILLED to be in Cena's position? Hell, do you know how many people would loved to BE John Cena? The man had everything you could possibly want. But one little crack formed and everyone got to see his complete and total destruction unfold."
Punk looked directly at the camera to make sure that his opponent knew he was speaking directly to him.
CM Punk: "Boo fucking hoo. You're not the only one who life deals a shitty hand to now and again. But yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it! And we deal with it without becoming a complete psychopath!"
His voice had risen to that angry ranting pitch he was known for but it quickly dropped back to it's solemn tone.
CM Punk: "No, we're not done yet with John's little downward spiral. A lot of people don't know about this but one morning I woke and John Cena had taken a tire iron to my car. Now, I'm not a car guy, but it's the principal involved. Because he had nothing better to do with his time except for stalking me in my girlfriend. And this gutless, worthless, piece of shit hid behind that tire iron and the police because he doesn't have anything resembling a spine."
A night that took every ounce of restraint he had to keep him from going straight to jail for assault.
CM Punk: "It starts to eat at me but I press on. I decide to be the bigger man. I keep doing what I love to do and that's professional wrestling. Fast forward a few months later. John Cena comes out of the crowd and sneak attacks me. He almost gives me a concussion after repeatedly striking me in the head and face with a steel chair."
Wrestler's had to have a certain degree of trust towards one another. Cena had severed that after that ordeal. His jaw became tenser and it was obvious that the memory angered him.
CM Punk: "Alright. Now I'm really pissed off. But Cena's off television. He's gone but I haven't forgotten. I just assume that I would catch him out in the streets one day and we could settle it. But, like I said, John is a complete lunatic. He breaks in, yes, BREAKS IN, to my girlfriend's home and completely trashes the place. Any picture of myself was mangled beyond recognition."
Another shake of the head was given. The second instance in which John had stepped far beyond his boundaries and made an attack on his home. Or his girlfriend's home on this occasion.
CM Punk: "Psycho territory. At this point the match is on. I'm fully prepared to go about ending this. John has other plans. Just a few short days ago, I get into my car and find that the wires have been cut. Let that sink into your mind. John Cena has literally attempted to murder me."
After smoothing his hands through his hair he rose to his feet. He had dealt with some shady individuals during the span of his wrestling career. But know one he had ever come across had stopped that impossibly low.
CM Punk: "I can't possibly explain to you how absolutely pathetic I find this human being. There aren't any words. I never liked him but I respected him. I respected him because he cared about this company more than anyone else. He did all of those dumb ass media appearances that I hated to do because he was trying to make EBWF bigger. He wanted to reach out to every fan possible. He ate, drank and slept professional wrestling. We we never going to be friends or hang out but I respected his drive and his work ethic. Let's compare this. Former World Champion, actor, household name, beloved icon. Now he's a lowly, attempted murderer, bitter, jealous, sad, lonely stalker."
He looked directly into the camera once again.
CM Punk: "John, when you look in the mirror..do you like person that you see? You can't. You can't possibly like the person that you've turned into. And I'm not even really sure who you are. I've never dealt with John Cena when he isn't relying on some bullshit rap or when he isn't holding a tire iron or threatening women or putting his hands on children. But I've got a feeling that I'm actually going to enjoy what I end up doing to you. You should have prayed to every God and deity in existence that I drove my car after what you did to it. Because now I'm not going to be satisfied until I bring you to close to death as you tried to bring me."
Given the situation and the most recent circumstances, this was a very real threat and not simply "wrestling tough talk."
CM Punk: "And I had never intended to be the person to put John Cena out of his misery. He's forced this because he has been hounding me for months on end. I've been waiting for this day and it's finally here. I firmly believe that, in this life, their are consequences and repercussions for people's actions. And I don't think John has paid for what he's done. But he's going to."
Punk nodded along with his own statement.
CM Punk: "This is what you say you've wanted but I don't think it really is. Because you've been hiding this entire time. You're scared because you know I'm finally going to get my hands on you and no one is going to be able to stop me. And when I send you to the hospital that's one thing you actually will be able to blame me for. And, newsflash, I would have made it to the top whether or not you would have ever stepped foot in this company. Because I'm a MAN who can deal with life and you're just a little boy who fell apart when things didn't go his way. And guess what? When this is over..what are you going to have? A broken reputation and a shattered career to go along with your broken body and shattered face. I'll still be on top of this company. I'll be the man who will win the World Title and carry this promotion with PRIDE. And I'll still be the man who is going to have that beautiful young woman at his side. That same woman you treated like an afterthought. That same woman you terrorized. Because this is for her as much as it is for me. Keep blaming me. For everything. Makes me feel stronger."
The only trace of a smirk appeared at this point after that sentence had ended.
CM Punk: "Oh. One last thing. We all saw how you recently got into a fight with a tree and lost. I assume after I'm done with you and you fail to get your petty little revenge that you aren't going to have much of a purpose. So why don't you do the world a favor and go for round two. And this time? You can think of me when you forget your seat belt and again when your head goes through the windshield."
Never had he wished for something so grim to befall a coworker. But he meant every word of it. John Cena was going to be permanently evicted from his head after Sacrifice. Punk was fully prepared to give this man the beating of a life time, one he so richly deserved. And he couldn't care less what happened to the pieces once he was through with them.
