You can run the hallways, you can brawl in the crowd, and you can play all the political games you want. But as long as this title rests on my shoulder, this entire promotion runs through ME. I am the standard. I am the benchmark. I am the Best in the World... and NONE of you are
Knight tries to cover up, scrambling backward up the ramp, but Punk drags him right back down, driving him face-first into the steel barricade with a sickening CRASH!
Security, referees, and backstage officials pour out from the curtain in a frantic wave, desperate to pull Punk
You can run the hallways, you can brawl in the crowd, and you can play all the political games you want. But as long as this title rests on my shoulder, this entire promotion runs through ME. I am the standard. I am the benchmark. I am the Best in the World...
The arena lights instantly shift to a harsh, cold neon Chicago white and red.
The loud, iconic static clears the air before exploding into "Cult of Personality"! The capacity crowd unleashes a deafening roar, with thousands leaping to their feet:
CM PUNK! π...CM PUNK! π.
Roman, Seth, Moxley... you boys had your fun out here earlier tonight. The Hounds of Justice, back together, playing the enforcers. And then youβve got The New Legacy thinking they run the show. But let me make one thing crystal clear to every single man in this company..."
The split-second distraction gives Breakker enough time to sprint around the ring steps, sweeping Rollins' legs out from under him! Rollins crashes face-first onto the hard apron, tumbling onto the floor outside!