I am of course a huge wrestling fan and have been for the last 25 years or so. I’ve seen a lot of “cool” moments but the end of June 27th’s Monday Night Raw was by far the greatest, shocking and most brutally “honest” moment I’ve ever seen. I know CM Punk’s epic diatribe to close off the show is staged and was probably thought of weeks in advance. I’m sure Vince and Triple H even had a say in what was probably said, but goddamn no one in the world could have delivered a ‘shoot’ like promo and have it feel so real as CM Punk did tonight. For the first time in a long time I’ve caught myself wondering what was real and unscripted and what wasn’t.
Not a single thing he said was un-true. It got better and more stinging as it carried on. He wore a “Stone Cold” Steve Austin shirt which in itself was eye catching and different from the norm right from the start. (I mean, why would a ‘bad guy’ wear the shirt of a ‘good guy’ right?)
It took me a little bit to pause and play through my PVR to get all the words right, but the following is a word for word transcript of what some would call it a promo, or a shoot. I don’t care, just call it the best damn and most captivating thing to be seen on a wrestling program in at least the last 10 years…
John Cena, while you lay there, hopefully as uncomfortable as you possibly can be, I want you to listen to me. I want you to digest this because before I leave in three weeks with your WWE Championship I have a lot of things I want to get off my chest.
I don’t hate you John. I don’t even dislike you. I do like you. I like you a hell of a lot more than I like most people in the back. I hate this idea that you’re the best. Because you’re not.
I’m the best. I’m the best in the world.
There’s one thing you’re better at than I am and that’s kissing Vince McMahon’s ass. You’re as good as kissing Vince’s ass as Hulk Hogan was. I don’t know if you’re as good as Dwayne though. He’s a pretty good ass kisser. Always was and still is.
Whoops! I’m breaking the fourth wall! (Punk waves to the camera)
I am the best *wrestler* in the world.
I’ve been the best since day one when I walked into this company, and I’ve been vilified and hated since that day because Paul Heyman saw something in me that nobody else wanted to admit.
That’s right, I’m a Paul Heyman guy. You know who else is a Paul Heyman guy? Brock Lesnar, and he split just like I’m splitting but the biggest difference between me and Brock is I’m going to leave with the WWE Championship.
I’ve grabbed so many of Vincent K McMahon’s imaginary brass rings that it’s finally dawned on me that there just that, they’re completely imaginary. The only thing that’s real is me and the fact that day in and day out for almost six years I have proved to everybody in the world that I am the best on this microphone, in that ring, even on commentary! Nobody can touch me and yet no matter how many times I prove it, I’m not on your lovely little collector cups. I’m not on the cover of the program. I’m barely promoted. I don’t get to be in movies. I’m certainly not on any crappy show on the USA network. I’m not on the poster of Wrestlemania. I’m not on the signature that’s produced at the start of the show.
I’m not on Conan O’Brian, I’m not on Jimmy Fallon but the fact of the matter is I should be.
And trust me, this isn’t sour grapes but fact that Dwayne is in the main event at Wrestlemania next year and I’m not makes me sick!
Oh hey, let me get something straight. Those of you who are cheering me right now, you are just as big a part of me leaving as anything else. Because you’re the ones who are sipping on those collector cups right now, you’re the ones that buy those programs that my face isn’t on the cover of, and then at five in the morning at the airport, you try to shove it in my face so you can get an autograph and try to sell it on ebay because you’re too lazy to go get a real job.
I’m leaving with the WWE Championship on July 17th. And hell, who knows, maybe I’ll go defend it in New Japan Pro Wrestling. Maybe…I’ll go back to Ring of Honor.
(Punk looks at the camera, smiles and waves) Hey, Colt Cabana, how you doing?
The reason I’m leaving is you people, because after I’m gone you’re still going to pour money into this company. I’m just a spoke on the wheel, the wheel is going to keep turning and I understand that. Vince McMahon is going to make money in spite himself. He’s a millionaire who should be a billionaire, you know why he’s not a billionaire? Because he surrounds himself with glad-handed, nonsensical, douchebag ‘yes men’ like John Laurinaitis who’s going to tell him everything he wants to hear, and I’d like to think that maybe this company will better after Vince McMahon is dead, but the fact is it’s going to be taken over by his idiotic daughter and his doofus son-in-law and the rest of his stupid family.
Let me tell you a personal story about Vince McMahon, alright? We do this whole bully campaign…
(microphone is cut off, Punk left standing and shouting to the crowd)