Chapter Seventy: In Russia
A Punk Story
A/N: I changed my mind. WWE Commercials is ending here. I'm sorry.
And I love how TNA stole the whole handcuff idea from WWE. And also, they released Judas. Way to go, TNA. If it wasn't for Christian, MCMG, ODB and Christian, I wouldn't watch them at all, because they suck.
Oh, and what the fuck? The drinking championship? What kind of title is THAT to fight for? They are seriously getting desperate.
Review.
CM Punk, the Junior Whopper approached the Wendy's drive-in menu with John Morrison, the Spicy Chicken.
"Welcome to Wendy's, may I take your order?"
"Yeah, can I have a Double Whopper, please?" CM Punk asked.
"I'm sorry sir, this isn't Burger King. Would you like a baked potate with garlic sauce?"
CM Punk was baffled. "A baked po--A baked--Are we in Russia?!"