Post by G on Jan 19, 2011 2:01:44 GMT -5
CM Punk
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Basic Information:
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Basic Information:
- Superstar Name:
CM Punk
[/li][li]Ring Name:[/b][/color]
CM Punk
[/li][li]Nickname:[/b][/color]
The Second City Saint
[/li][li]Hometown:[/b][/color]
Chicago, Illinois
[/li][li]Height:[/b][/color]
6 ft 1 in
[/li][li]Weight:[/b][/color]
222lbs
[/li][li]Theme Song:[/b][/color]
"Welcome to the Family"-Avenged Sevenfold
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Moveset:
- Favorite Moves:
-Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker
-Hard Roundhouse Kick
-Step-up enzuigiri
- Double Underhook Backbreaker
[/li][li]Signature Moves:[/b][/color]
- Shining wizard on a cornered opponent and then followed by Bulldog
-Springboard Clothesline
[/li][li]Finishing Moves:[/b] [/color]
-Anaconda Vise
-GTS – Go To Sleep
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Short Bio/Description:
Luck is for losers, at least according to CM Punk. Even though his arm is literally tattooed with good-luck charms, Punk believes you make your own good fortune through hard work and intense preparation.
Growing up in Chicago, the Superstar’s childhood consisted of watching the likes of “Rowdy” Roddy Piper and Jimmy Snuka exchange words, then blows. Such heated rivalries helped Punk realize that WWE was where he belonged. Adopting the “Straight Edge” movement – in which one bases their life around personal development, and avoids drugs, alcohol and a dependency lifestyle
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Sample R/p:
Punk theme screams through the speaker system in the arena. It just plays for a few minutes before finally, CM Punk walks through the curtain. Not quiet himself, visually annoyed, Punk walks slowly down the ramp, glaring at the crowd, making his way all the way down to the ring. His stare cold and his movements slow. When he reaches the ring, Punk does not climb the stairs, he just walks a very slow circle around the ring, before grabbing a mic and hoping up on the ring apron, just sitting and glaring directly into one section of the crowd.
Finally after a moment of just glaring, Punk raise this mic up to his lips and speaks calmly.
"Two days ago, in this very arena, I was physically assaulted, by a child. A young, eleven year old child, put his hands on me in a physical manner. He tried to hurt me...a child. In this section of the arena..."
Punk points into the crowd directly at one point of the crowd, where the child was seated. Punk turns his attention from the entire crowd, to that one area, to another child standing along the barricade, he beams holes through the child.
"I'm not even angry at the child. In fact, I pity him. An adolescent can't think for itself, an adolescent needs a parent, a guardian to think for it. Why do I pity this child, when I can be pressing charges right now? I'll tell you."
Puck gets off the apron and brushes his hair from his face, as he slowly turns the corner of the ting, never taking his eyes of the fan he was glaring at.
"In order for a child to put their hands on a professional, much like myself, bad parenting needs to be present. And little Punk Hater was just a victim of bad parenting. What causes bad parenting? Drugs, alcoholic, "The Pot"...looking into the crowd I'd say alot of you are wasted, high, most of you are probably both, and that's a real shame, and this is usually where I would preach to all you, tell you how I'm better than you, because I'm Straight Edge. But the truth is, I didn't come out here to "Preach"..."
Punk continues to slowly pace around the outside of the ring, glaring at the crowd, shaking his head in pure disgust until reaching his starting point and putting his eyes back on the child. He walks closer and closer until finally he's face to face with him, staring down at him.
"How old are you? Hmm? Maybe ten, eleven? I bet these are your parents too aren't they?"
Punk forms a soft smile and looks at the child's mother and father, tilting his head slightly, just eying the parents, before slowly bringing the mic back up.
"Does mommy pay for school with money she gets on the street or does that go to pot for daddy? Or maybe dad is on the street and mom is the pot? Maybe you can clear that up for me."
The kid visibly getting angry, over exaggerating facial expressions like child do, Punk takes his attention away from the Parents and crouches down to eye level with the child, speaking very very calmly.
"Hit me, Physically assault me, put your hands on a professional, hey, I called your mom a whore and your dad a drug addict, I'm fair game, I see it in your eyes, hit me..."
Punk shuts his eyes and holds his head up high, giving the child the perfect shot. The crowd instantly dies down and just watches on, a minute or two passes, before a smile creeps up Punks face and his eyes open back up, he stands up straight and nods to himself.
"Security, get these three out of my sight. "Kindly" escort these people out of the arena, and let this be a message to all you half conscience "fans" Not only am I Straight Edge, I'm mentally superior, to each and every one of you, and that means I'm better than you.."
Punks theme hits once again and he tosses his mic aside, walking back up the ramp with his head held high.[/center]