Here is the story punk told at the panel.
"Absinthe! Absinthe! Absinthe!" chanted Cena, as the crazy night of drinking led the Superstars of Wrestlemania down a path of pure alcohol. Cena had paid the dance studio off several hundred to allow a small bar to set up shop in the stuio, and there they sat, some more intoxicated than others, Exceptfor Punk and Cesaro, who drank nothing. They had consumed almost everything the bar stocked, from liquor to Armaggedeon beer, and now, the only thing left was Absinthe that the Superstars hadn't tried. Cena was determined to take a shot of it, and was trying to simply communicate this fact through the chant. Soon, all the superstars agreed to o the shot, then hit the poles suspened into the ceiling of the studio. THe shots were lined up, and Punk and Cesaro watchd in amusement as Cna took the shot, then fell over. "Figurezz Absinthe would be hiz kriptonite- Hic-" Orton slurred, watching Cena try to regain his balance. He sumped over on the chair slightly, a it woozy still from all the alcohol. "WOOOO!" Cena whooped from the floor, aparently giving up on the idea of getting up. Orton shook his head and decided to go next. He even picked a song the Weekend- The wicked Games. He weaved in an out around the pole and even held himself upside down using only his hands. a drunken cloud of approval plodded through the air. Punk watched with amusement, taking pictures a few times with his phone. Sheamus, Punk and Cesaro were the only ones still sober enough to understand what was going on. As the night progressed, the superstars got more and more drunk, until finally eveyone had gone, except for Sheamus. Cena had recoovered somewhat from his shot, and, with Punk's help, urged Sheamus to hit the pole. Sheamus walked over with a sigh, clearly not as effected by the alcohol of the evening as everyone else. He took his shot, hissing at the burn, then walked over to the pole. Anyone imagining Sheamus pole dancing would surely place a bass heavy track in the background, but Sheamus in reality chose nothing of the sort. He picked My Body is a Cage- by Peter Gabriel. If anyon aske Punk and Cesaro later, they would tell you, as the only sober men that witnessed it, that Sheamus pole dancing was a beautiful thing. He started out pretening he was cuffedd to the pole, dancing contentedly, with a little smirk. Punk snapped a few pictures and chatted quietlt with Cesaro, who was explaining that the ance and song had the same meaning. Sheamus pretended to e perfectly happy on the pole, perched high above the floor. He pretended to see something walk by that made him want to free himself, exaggerating his had movements as if he were watching someone walk right by him. All of a sudden, the music changed and Sheamus pretended to struggle to free himself from the pole, going so far as to somehow stand horizontal to the floor, using only his feet as support. Punk gaped and snapped a picture. Sheamus finally realized he was stuck to the pole, and crumpled in a heap, one arm extended as if he were stil attatched to the pole. The music stopped and his arm dropped. He pretended to be astonished as he touched the pole, now "Free", then gazed longingly in the direction of the thing that walked by. He took on last look at the pole as the music started to build, and as he took that one first step away from what bound him, he pretended his legs didn't work, and crumpled awkwardly to the floor. He pretened he couldn't walk. Couldn't breathe. Punk snapped away on his phone. Sheamus pretende to reach desparately for the pole, pulling himself back to it, but looking in the direction of what made him fight in the first place. He sat next to the pole and wrapped an arm around it slowly, as if it was his stood and turned to lean on the pole, dropping his head in defeat as the song ended. Punk and Cesaro clapped rapidly, sober enough to appreciate the performance while Cena had sneaked another shot and was out like a light. Sheamus looked at his fallen comrades with a merry chuckle and headed back over. Punk looked at Sheamus with a newfound curiosity. Clearly there were more secrets and mysteries to the Irishman than he wanted to admit. Punk, Cesaro, and Sheamus worked as a relay team to load all the superstars into the bus before Punk drove them to their meting place. Cesaro was sure Sheamus's dance had been describing something, but he wasn't quite sure what. he sat up front with punk as he sped down the road. It had indeed been a night to remember, too bad the alcohol would keep the night between Shamus, Punk, and Cesaro. It would have been amazing to watch. AN: So... First, when i hear you all wanted a pole story, i immedeately set to work. First i was like, how can i involve all the characters in one quick story Then I was like, ut what if there was more to the story than punk wanted to amit. Then, so many scenarios popped in my head that I didn't know what to do with myself. In short, The Pole Story is now its own alternate dimension, in which i write the same story over and over again. Sheamus, Punk, Pole Dance.