*for lack of an actual topic.*

The camera cuts to the backstage area where we find CM Punk in a hoodie, looking down at the floor. He exhales loudly, then looks up to the camera.

{{CM Punk}}
What are you people expecting? A warm hearted thank you to Mick Foley for finally doing the right thing and putting me in the main event? Are you expecting me to say how happy I am to be kicking around our world champion later tonight? Why are you expecting anything at all? If anything, I'm disappointed. I get booked in a main event, against a sub par champion. Someone who back a few years ago had a match with me just to lose to me. He's pathetic. He claims he's better than everything that walks, but quite frankly, he has to be me to feel that greatness. I for some reason wanted to settle for the Intercontinental Championship a few weeks ago, as though I am that low in talent. Then when I look at the world title scene, all I see is over rated kids who barely know the game. Dean, you are hyped all over the roster about how great you are, but I know I can beat you. You know that's a fair possibility as well. I'm not going to waste words on you ignorant people any longer than needed, so I leave you with this: Dean Ambrose might be the world champion, but I'm the best in the world. Because of people like me, people like him, indie trash, gets to be considered a big time player in any company on the planet. When you go places, you don't hear people talk about Dean, they talk about me. Because I am the best in the world.

Punk, with a fire in his eye, stares at the camera till it fades back tot he ring for the next match.

(yay short promos.)