Just a week ago CaRnAgE finally got a good match and he was able to take out CM Punk. CaRnAgE ready to come back and kick some @$$ earned his right to become the next man to get a shot at the television title. He takes on CM Punk un-orthodox straight edge type of guy. Just like with Degenerate CM Punk lost the first bout, only this time Punk has nowhere to go other than round two with the seven foot walking wall of muscle, CaRnAgE. Let's just say the man who walks very tall is ready to hurt someone and to once again be a champion.
CaRnAgE: Well Punk, looks like you get round two of what is going to be a very bad night for you. See Punk I only gave you a small taste of what I can do last time. You don't have the slightest clue what you are in for, but I can't wait to show you. Do you know the amount of pain I can make you feel in that ring? If you think you do, you will only find that it can hurt more than the worst you can imagine. The reason I got as big as I have is because I knew that when I stood in a ring I wanted to have the physical prowress in the ring. The best way to beat someone is to beat them until they can't give you anymore of what they have and that's what I'm looking for Punk. You always have the I don't give a sh!t attitude, well maybe you will start rethinking that when I demolish your @$$ in that ring. I'm not here to play any games like you Punk. You make me wonder why you are in the game, you just complain about having to fight anyone, you complain about any events going on, you complain about have to work and talk about how you don't care. Well if you don't care walk out of the door, or maybe I will have your @$$ be kicked right out of the d@mned door, because I don't have room for pathetic little chumps like you. You are a waste of my time and my patience. You aren't really worth me lacing up my d@mned boots, but that's what I will do to come in there and beat your @$$. It's a part of what I live for, you can go stock groceries at your local grocery store if you don't care about your job. Then you get what you want, not having to work any. What in the hell is it going to take to get your head back in the game Punk? How about a few knocks upside your d@mned skull? I will provide you with those whether you like it or not. Most importantly, when I'm done toying with your lifeless body, and I lift you 7 feet in the air, throw you another foot or two up then slam you face down into the canvas. Kiss your @$$ and your belt good bye, because I will finally have what I deserve. A championship, and a broken body. You aren't deserving enough of anything else. Listen closely shrimpy, noone gives two sh!ts or a f*ck about you. They aren't going to, and you are getting way over paid as a lazy @$$ed champion. So Cream Puff, understand that your time is limited to Saturday. You won't have anyone to come screw me over in this match, because if anyone tries to, they'll see the same feet, and I will have your championship.
CaRnAgE: Some people might ask if someone in my position was worried, because you have a habit of throwing the first match, then you come out of nowhere and do some whoopin'! Ha ha ha, I want to see you do some whooping. That has to be the saddest, while yet funniest thing that there ever was to watch, especially with me in the ring. If you could harm a f*cking flea you would surprise the hell out of me. I want your cream puff @$$ to put up a fight so that I can laugh my @$$ off before I finish you off. You ain't got sh!t on me and you probably know that. Hell if I'm nice enough I'll bend your body in such a way you will have your head up your own @$$. Then maybe I'll push you so far up your own @$$ that you turn inside out. Oh that sounds like fun, and just to hear you cry in realization that you can't handle someone like me. Puff, I want that television championship, and you don't have any road blocks that you could possibly put in my way to stop me. You sure as hell wouldn't be able to do it. Consider yourself D.O.A. Dead on Arrival, because this match is really over before it even got started. I'm a big nasty mother f*cker and I have no problems with crippling your @$$. Hope you enjoy your stay in the hospital, eating foods through a straw. That's about all you are going to have. Hope this is a great Christmas present for you, I would hate for you to feel left out or anything. Consider it my present to you, then in return your championship will be my present. Don't say I never gave you anything, because I will give you your @$$ on a silver platter, f*ck the platter I'll just hand you your @$$. I will Create Total CaRnAgE in the ring!
*CaRnAgE picks the camera up and throws it across the room. He then goes back to finish his work out and the scene fades to black.*