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Post by Johnny Magnum on Jun 13, 2008 12:37:01 GMT -5
We open to small room, lockers on one side, nothing on the other, and a bench is slammed up against the lockers. CM Punk, sits on the bench, pulling up his knee pads. He jumps up, and moves his arms back and forth, getting ready for the night. A knock comes at the door...
CM Punk: "Come in!"
TBC: Anyone
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Post by magnum on Jun 20, 2008 0:09:51 GMT -5
The door opens up, as CM Punk turns his head, in order to see who it is who wants to see him. CM Punk stands up when he sees who it is, Matt Sydal. Sydal wears a plain white t-shirt and jean pants. He smiles at CM Punk, who looks at him, not showing any emotion. Matt looks at Punk up and down. He shrugs his shoulders and begins to talk.
"Punk, I was going to come in here to have a discussion with you, but honestly, I don't see why I should take the time out of MY day to do so. Look at you Punk, you are nothing like you used to be. Hell, Straight Edge is probably just your gimmick now-a-days, huh?"
Sydal stares at Punk, shaking his head.
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Post by Johnny Magnum on Jun 20, 2008 0:13:19 GMT -5
Punk's face changes from nothing, to anger.
"What? What was that, Matt? A GIMMICK?!!?!? Sydal, don't you ever judge me. Straight Edge, means no drugs. No alcohol. I am not going to go out and poison my body, for a few hours of fun, then getting knocked out. This is real Sydal, it's real... and it means I am better than YOU!"
CM Punk slaps Sydal across the face. Sydal stumbles back, and holds his face.
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Post by magnum on Jun 20, 2008 0:15:55 GMT -5
Sydal darts at Punk, but stops himself. He rubs his cheek, before smirking.
"Better than me? HaHa, why don't you put that to the test? In a match.... against..... me!
Sydal smiles, and before Punk can give him an answer, he walks out of the locker room.
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Post by zakattack619 on Oct 8, 2008 13:56:41 GMT -5
Walks into the locker room and looks into Punks eyes and smiles "Haha, you might need some help with that match dont worry i got it all under controll" Walks out of the locker room letting Punk think about it
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