Fireworks go off as Monday Nitro starts with The Undertaker. The crowd goes nuts as his music plays and he makes his way to the ring.
The Undertaker- For over 3 decades, I've been the reaper of wayward souls. I've established that this is, and always will be, my yard. I've been in the ring with, and have defeated, everyone who has crossed my path. I've been on numerous big events, big stages, and have main evented in the biggest of cities. There's not anyone else left for me to face. It's been a great 3 decades. It might be time for me to...
*Goldberg's music plays and he comes out to an insane pop and chants of "Goldberg."
Goldberg- Well, 'Taker, that was a fine speech. Problem is, you and I have only met one time. One time where there is still unfinished business. Before you dropped me on my head, I was kicking your ass! There's no way you would've beat me had you not legit knocked me out. Prove to me that you can beat me, 'Taker. As I stand here, I know that you can't! Night of Champions.
Undertaker- Goldberg. Night of Champions. I accept! Rest In Peace!
Goldberg- Oh no, my man. You're Next!
*Vince McMahon's music plays. He comes out to the arena and stands on the stage.
McMahon- Goldberg vs The Undertaker at Night of Champions. I like that! *crowd pops*
*Triple H's music plays and he comes out to a huge pop. He's wearing his corporate attire as he heads down to the ring with Vince, and they engage in a private conversation. They then announce the CEO, and Chicago's Own, Bryce Lang. The crowd chants Bryce's name as he makes his way to the ring, dressed business casual.*
Lang- Thank you for that awesome welcome, Chicago! It's always good to come back home and entertain where I grew up. *crowd chants Chicago* I'm not sure why you're chanting for Chicago West, as I don't have enough money to get that little guy booked. *laughter* In all seriousness, I have a lot of exciting news to announce. First, as all of you know, this organization, known since it's inception, as WEWF, has been my baby. I've been hesitant to change as change scares the Hell out of me. However, this company, the fans, everyone has outgrown the name and it needs to be altered. So, effective immediately, we're getting the F out and going to be simply named WEW. It's a lot of easier to chant WEW anyway! *WEW chants break out* See! Also, I'd like to introduce to all of you the new executive team for WEW. I am stil your dashing CEO. We have the legendary, Vince McMahon as our President and the incomparable Triple H as our General Manager. You'll see Triple H far more than you'll see Vince or myself. We're here to support Triple H as he is put in charge of the roster. If we're called upon, we'll show up. In the meantime, it's about the roster, not about the executives. If we need to lay down the law, though, you can all bet your asses that we will!
*Cult of Personality plays as the crowd goes insane for CM Punk and wildly chant his name. He doesn't come out right away but he does eventually. He yells "It's Clobberin' Time" as he heads to the ring and grabs a mic.*
CM Punk- Man, it looks like Hell froze over! It's nice to see all of you!
*All 3 executives have a confused look on their faces.*
Punk- Get those stupid looks off of your faces, it was sarcasm!
*The crowd is going nuts*
Triple H- What the hell are you doing here? Did you buy a ticket because you must've taken a wrong turn somewhere.
Punk- You know Triple H, I'm not going to waste my breath on you or that old bastard Vince over there. I'm here to speak directly to YOU!
*Punk points at Lang and gets in his face.*
Lang- What business do you want with me, Punk? You're not signed to a contract and this stuff is generally done behind the scenes through agents and attorneys and others who get paid a lot of money to bitch back and forth.
Punk- You know, it's interesting, I wasn't getting anywhere with the suits, and in reality, you're the decision maker, regardless of who's on your payroll. I knew you'd be in Chicago, which also happens to be MY hometown *crowd chants CM Punk* You can call yourself the Best In Chicago, but you're looking into the eyes of The Best In The World!
*Lang asks Triple H and Vince to leave the ring*
Lang- What's your deal, Punk? I mean, you make a spectacle on the air because your ridiculous contract demands weren't being met? You've burned so many bridges, that guys like Vince and Triple H, two men who have a huge say in what goes on here, just don't like your ass! The fact of the matter is, Punk, I used to be a huge fan of yours. Your promo skills are still on par. You always had superb in ring skills. But, you know what happened? You became such a whiny, ungrateful bitch that you simply have annoyed the Hell out of me. You're nowhere near worth your ask, my man. Not even close.
Punk- So, I guess ratings aren't a big deal to you and the shareholders? God knows I could come in here right now and kick your ass!
*crowd starts to chant CM Punk again*
Lang- See, right there! It's that attitude. These fans are the exception and these in the stands and the ones who are watching at home aren't whom I'm going to address. It's the IWC and the ones who are too ignorant to understand how business works. Punk, you weren't fired by the Vince back in the day. No, you quit, plain and simple. And, you became an IWC darling, and for those of you who don't know the acronym, IWC means Internet Wrestling Community, the ones who come up with fake names and become keyboard warriors. Who say they watch the product but constantly crap on it. You say you're the Voice of the Voiceless? Yeah, you gave a bunch of people a voice who really have no business having one. Every event that was held for the next several years, there would be stupid CM Punk chants for no reason other than for those people to get themselves over. An 8 year old kid probably hasn't ever seen one of your matches and probably doesn't know who you are unless they're told who you are. They didn't miss anything. The business moved on, Punk. While you were busy getting your face smashed in by some roided up scrubs, the business moved on. And here you are, sharing the ring with me, calling me out? I didn't ask for you to come here. I'm not begging to sign you. The IWC wants me to sign you. These fans are probably hit or miss. If I don't sign you, they'll keep showing up and they'll move on while you go back to banging you hot wife and sulking in your million dollar mansion about, what, 15 minutes from here? You're not the victim, Punk.
Punk- What a diatribe by a maniac. I didn't come here to get a contract. I didn't expect anyone in corporate to have any sort of foresight. I didn't expect Vince and Trips to let bygones be bygones because I"m not letting bygones be bygones. I didn't expect you to be all about signing me, because, quite frankly, you're just an uneducated, clueless patsy.
*crowd gasps*
Punk- I didn't come here for a contract. Like I said earlier, I can kick your ass right now. I came here to challenge you so I can kick your ass. We can do it right here, right now, in Chicago! We can do it next week. We can do it at Night of Champions. I don't care where and when it happens, but I'm going to kick your ass!
Lang- Yeah, I"m not going to get in the ring with you. You must've missed what I said earlier about the executives taking a backseat and letting the roster have the spotlight. I have nothing to prove, I really don't. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a company to oversee and we have a show to continue.
*As Lang starts to leave, Punk grabs his arm, puts him on his shoulders, and hits Go To Sleep. *the crowd pops big time as Lang is flat on his back and out cold. Punk has smirk on his face as Triple H rushes to the ring. Punk bails into the crowd and flicks off Triple H.*
Kevin Owens vs Rey Mysterio
