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"Naivete...."

Just like last week the screen comes to life zoomed all the way in on the man that is only one week into his XWA contract. If this vignette goes anything like last week, he might not be able to fulfill his contract at all.

"I guess you could say that it is a lot like a plague. One person gets some fancy idea that everyone can be anything that they want to be, and then all of a sudden, the mindless masses bust their asses, just to become mediocre. Not everyone can be rich and famous. Most of you are destined to fall short, and be forgotten once your time on this plane of existence has reached its end. At least you can go knowing that you kept hoping for something more."

He kicks back from the table that the camera sits on, and we can really get a look at the man only two matches away from being a world champion level superstar. He is lightly less haggard looking than he was in his previous video, however, the far away look in his eye is not one that the people of XWA are used to. The apartment that comes into focus as he slides back looks just as wrecked as he did last week.

"It is a sick lie that [ I ] you people tell yourselves. I am easily more talented than at least five billion of the people on this planet, and look how I have ended up. You wake up and promise yourselves that today is going to be better than yesterday. You go through the motions hoping that something different smacks you in the face. I, on the other hand, spend all day trying to picture different ways that I could have ended up. What if this reality is no more than a though in some crazy person's head. What if nothing is real? You spend a day thinking about something like that and you will find yourself a little nuttier as the hours and minutes tick off the clock."

He reaches down under the table and pulls up a box. From the look on his face, it is obvious that the tiny rectangle that stands no more than three inches tall is deceptively heavy. He opens the lid, and then looks back at the camera with a smile.

"It isn't what I have done in the past that should scare you. The last thing that I need is a bunch of strangers to be concerned about my well being. I [CAN'T] won't be forced to stomach your pity."

He pulls something from the box, but the dim light in the room hides what it is from the viewers. The object was small. Concealed by his finger tips. However, the ominous feelings the audience has only continues to grow. Almost right on cue with the heightened tension, the man breaks into a rant, raising his voice with every statement until the vein in his neck starts to pop out.

"It isn't what I am I doing now that you should be weary of. It isn't what I am going to go on and do after the dust has settled. It isn't even what I can do, that should have you running away like a scared puppy. It isn't what I am willing to do. It is simply, what I will allow myself to do. It is how many lines I will allow myself to cross, before I [DIE] learn my lesson.

He takes a deep breath, composes himself, and a twisted smirk comes across his face.

"It is how many blanks I fill the chambers with  before it comes time for the live round that should have you worried."

He dumps the box over, spilling round after round of ammunition on the table when finally the same revolver from last week falls to the table last. The sound is horrible. From each individual bullet smacking the table, to half of them rolling off and smacking against the hardwood floor, all the way to the dull thud of the firearm hitting the table. If the video had any viewers at all, this is likely where they start to filter out. Nobody has the stomach for a good, old fashioned, suicide monologue anymore.

"Do I have your attention now?"

He snaps the gun open and starts to pick and choose rounds off the table, filling each of the six slots randomly, before spinning it and snapping it shut.

"Let's play a game. Let's call it, 'How many of those were blanks?' See, half of that box were duds, the other half were live. Now we have six chambers full of surprises to hand out. Remember when I said that I wouldn't be able to pull the trigger until after I figured out my dilemma last week? Guess what I spent a week solving? I'll give you one guess."

He cocks the weapon and holds it up in the air.

"One for every happy thought."

*click*

He pulls the trigger and nothing happens. He turns his face to the weapon, disappointed. With a frown on his face he pulls the hammer back again, spinning to the next chamber.

"And one for you."

He points it at the camera and pulls the trigger a second time.

*click*

The frown turns into a scowl. He turns the weapon to the side and stares at it in disappointment. Anthony looks around the room.

" [THOUGH] I suppose nobody in the studio audience wants to give it a go?

He grabs a hold of the table top and spins it. The camera whirls around the room showing piles of clothing and trash lying about, but  nobody else is in the room. The table comes to a slow stop as the camera comes back around to A-High. He shrugs it off, and then puts the weapon to his temple.

"One for not deserving to see another sunrise."

*click*

This time he doesn't move it from his head before slamming the hammer back and giving it another go immediately.

"Two for all the mistakes and lies."

*click*

Another dud. The statistics are being thrown out the window. A half of the rounds should have been live. We are past the halfway point and there still hasn't been one to fire. This only drives him into more of a rage. He cocks the hammer back again, spinning it for the fourth time. His luck has to be running out.

"Three for all the times [ I ] we watched someone fall with a smile on our faces."

*click*

Five shots. Five duds. The fans breathe a sigh of relief as he finally removes the gun from the side of his head. He goes to place it on the table in front of him, but then pauses. He cocks the hammer back one more time, remembering that there are six chambers. He almost laughs, but instead shakes it off.

"Well there is one left and I am out of ideas. How about one for my homies....?

He points the gun at the floor, mimicking the motion of dumping out a drink for fallen friends, and then pulls the trigger.

*bang*

The shot startles him and the gun goes flying. Dawkins clearly didn't expect it to fire, and the recoil throws it from his hand without much resistance. He looks at the hole in front of him in the floor, and then back up to the camera with a smile on his face.

"Whoops. I hope dear old Mrs. Who-Gives-A-Shit wasn't up for a midnight snack. Then again, maybe the bang was enough to give that tired old bitch a heart attack. It would have counted as public service for me to have ushered her into the afterlife.

He looks over his shoulder to try and locate his firearm, but quickly turns back to the camera, deciding to fight that battle after his little vignette is over.

"Nobody can say I didn't give it my best [TRY] effort. I guess I will just have to live to fight another day. The most tragic thing about that, is that one Mr. CB Punk is actually going to have someone standing across the ring from him when it comes time for Revenge. Despite my best intentions, I am going to have to show up for work. Consider this whole message as a warning. There is no line that I won't cross when it comes to my own life. What does that mean about yours Punk? If I can't find any fucks to give about living to see another day in this world, what makes you think that I can find a fuck for you to survive the day? You step in the ring with me, you step into madness incarnate. Still want to go through with it? Let's give you a minute to contemplate....

Anthony kicks back and puts his feet on the table in front of the camera. As his chair pulls back off the front legs, he adjusts himself so that one of the back legs also comes off the ground. Using only his feet on the table, he balances on one chair leg, so that his face can still be seen on camera.

"This is me. I am the guy teetering on the edge of self-destruction every minute, of every hour, of everyday. This song and dance doesn't end when the camera gets shut off. This is me in real life. This is me between those ropes. This is me crashing down on top of you when you don't see it coming. For some reason, you get to be thrown between the ropes with me and..."

*whoop*

Anthony throws his arms out. In the middle of his sentence he feels the chair start to slide out of balance. What follows looks like a fish flailing out of water, but the moment passes and he gains control with a smile on his face. He recrosses his arms and lets the smile fade, an indication that the show is over.

"... with me and I won't hesitate to grab a hold of you and take you down over the waterfall with me. Those kinds of rides are always more fun with a not so willing participant sitting next to you... or in this case falling next to you.... or rather... me..... wait."

He seems to have confused himself, and he is actually puzzled about where he was going with that.

"I am supposed to say something here. Some kind of callback to the beginning of the video that wraps it all together, right? I mean that is how these things are done. There is a formula that must be followed! The predicament that I know find myself in is... I can't remember what we were talking about."

He thinks back to the beginning of his recording. With all of the excitement the opening is just lost in the fog, which is really more like a cloud of gunshot residue.

"You know, you spend all day picking a word to describe the person that you are inevitably going to trash, and then by the time you get to trashing them, it has already slipped your mind. I suppose we could try and run it back a little bit. It can't be so hard. CB Punk, right? I must have started with a word that describes him personally."

He considers...

"Talentless?"

He shakes that one off.

"Waste? As in a waste of television time? A waste of my talent? Maybe a synonym..."

That wasn't it either.

"Complete garbage...? No that isn't it at all, no matter how true it rings."

The smile comes back to his face, having a day job was starting to be fun again.

"Naive.

As in you are naive, CB, if you think that this is all some sort of act.
As in you people are naive if you think I am not actually spiraling out of control.
As in all of you are naive if you think this guy has a chance against me.

Naivete is no joke.

...but CB Punk is if he thinks he stands a chance this week."




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PostSubject: Re: ME) CB Punk vs. Anthony Dawkins   ME) CB Punk vs. Anthony Dawkins EmptyFri Nov 01, 2013 10:52 pm

CB Punk, the man who has had a god quality since day one opens his eyes in a church. The Holier Than Thou Punk shifts his eyes from left to right and up to down, looking at his surroundings. Years ago if you were to tell him that he would be here, he wouldn't believe you. Once a man who tried to distance himself away not only from religion but the people who believe in it. Now he believes that he is the holiest man on earth, and that Jesus Christ put himself into the former Straight Edge Sensation. Punk tilts his head up to look at the mural on the ceiling as he opens his mouth.

"Go...Dad why are there so many sinners on this earth? Why is it that whenever I turn on my television I see violence. Why is it that pre-marital sex is not only featured but glorified in this day? It is all becoming clear why you chose me to come down here. It is my job to change the people here and I will start by taking down Anthony Dawkins when I go to XWA. Once I beat him, I will face either Daniella Ryan or Alexis Rose and I will show why women should not be in the ring. As much as I will hate to put my hands on them, I will consider it a lesson. A lesson that this is a man's sport."

Punk puts his hands on his knees and then stands from the bench that he sits on. He then turns around and walks out of the Church as we fade away.

The scene opens to CB Punk at a podium. As we zoom out, its revealed that he's at a Church where he is the speaker.

"My brothers and sisters please join hands. We are going to say a prayer. Please repeat after me.

Sinners, we look to abolish the acts that you commit from our earth. We look to abolish pre-marital sex. We wish to abolish pornography. We wish to abolish masturbation. We will best the devil out of Anthony Dawkins. We will make him regret the Father, Son and Holy Ghost all wrapped into one...CB Punk."


Punk waives his hand to signal the end.

"Thank you everyone. Before I leave, does anybody want to make any comments?"

A man raises his hand, his face covered with a handkerchief.

"Yes, my child?"

"Please stop calling all of these people your children. You are not Jesus Christ, you are an XWA Wrestler. A washed up XWA wrestler, who wants to play God. You are nothing but a con-man, wanting to take money from these poor people. You should be disgusted with yourself, but you're not."

"Don't talk to me like that. I am Jesus Christ in human form. It is simple. I have come down to get rid of the devil, not just inside you but the devil around the world. You are the start of my cleanse, Anthony."

Anthony Dawkins rises up from the bench that he is sitting at. He begins to walk to the right, out of his section. Once he is out, he begins to walk forward.

"What are you doing, child?"

Dawkins does not respond, instead he continues to move forward at a steady pace. He reaches the steps in which Punk walked up previously. Dawkins puts one foot on the first step and then begins to walk up the steps.

"Stop, child."

Dawkins ignores him and cocks his head to the right. He glances at a mini statue with a flower arrangement on it. He reaches his right hand out to it and touches it. He then extends the same hand out more and pushes the statue over. The statue falls over and creates a massive boom, cracking it. Dawkins turns his head to Punk who's face is beat red.

"It looks like I'll take the devil out of you before Revenge!"

Dawkins is still silent as he walks to and reaches Punk. The two are now toe to toe as Dawkins brings his right leg up, bending it. He then kicks Punk in the gut as Punk keels over in pain. A-High then backs away from punk to the side. He then brings his right leg up and runs into Punk, jumping up for a jumping leg drop.

CB Punk opens his eyes. He is inside his bedroom, laying in his bed. Punk's eyes are wide open.
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