If you can't be good… be good at it
It was Monday night raw, but just not any regular episode, it was the 1000th episode. And also, the night when cm punk had to defend his championship against john cena. It was a big time in his career to defend a title. Not only were people all over the world watching him, but legends he grew up watching were there for the occasion. There was little room for error tonight, this night could make him or break him.
He was walking around backstage, with his headphones blazing rock music, trying to get focused on tonight, when he bumped into an old friend…
"What's up phil." Amy dumas aka "Lita" asked.
"Hey, Amy, long time, no see, how you been?"
"Pretty good, going to make an appearance with heath slater, beat him up in front of everyone, you know, the usual." Lita said, in her own twisted humor.
"Well, good luck to you."
"Practice what you preach punk, luck's for losers." Lita said, mocking him.
"True."
"And besides, I should be the one wishing you luck with your match. You've come a long way from being a jobber. Main eventing raw, being champion, having all these fans. You've done well for yourself, Phil."
"Yeah, but sometimes I miss the good old days where I was more of the heel than I am as a face. I just feel like I sold out what I believe, you know?"
"I know what you're saying; sometimes it's more natural to be what you are than pretend to be something you're not. Like you, I see you more of a jerk than a good guy."
"Ha-ha-ha, thanks for the comparison, Lita." Cm punk said with a grin.
"No problem, C.M Punk." Lita returning the grin.
Well, I should get going, see you after the show."
"Yeah, see you, and tell Trish in said hi."
"I will, see ya."
A couple hours later, the main event was already underway. John was giving punk a run for his money. But, cm punk wasn't about to roll over yet. He gave cena a running bulldog, high kicks and even countered his five knuckle shuffle. It was a neck to neck battle, until out of nowhere; the big show came in the ring and started to attack john cena. Punk couldn't do anything except watch. After big show gave john a WMD, he was out cold. After the big show left, punk just kept looking at john.
"This is the perfect time, I need to do this." He thought to himself. But something was stopping him. "Why can't I do it?" he was getting frustrated. He got the referee back into the ring and pinned john, until he gain back conciseness and broke the three count. Punk snapped back into the match and was about to hit cena with the GTS, but he countered that with the STU. Punk looked like he was about to tap, but coming back into the ring was the big show and broke us apart. He continue to beat cena up with him watching across the ring. The match has to be stop for it being a disqualification. At first, I started to walk over there, but something stopped him again. The championship. The thing he has worked so hard for, to only get taken away from him if he loses one match. With that in mind, he stopped in his tracks, turned around and walked away. Within seconds, the rock's theme song plays as he runs down to the ring to take on the big show. He took care with the greatest of ease, until I gave him a massive clothesline.
This is what I wanted. What I craved for. To be hated. To actually feel like myself again. As I hear all the boos filling the arena as he got his title belt and walked up the ramp.
For all those who think cm punk turning heel sucks, just remember last year when he was still heel. We had pipe bombs every week and voice of the voiceless. I feel that happy days are here again.