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Twas the night before Christmas - CM Punk

Twas the night before Christmas not a sound or a peep,
you shut the fuck up or I'll put you to sleep!
The People they hushed in the hope of a reveal,
of whom would face Punk in the octagon of Steel.

The Internet were huddled all close to their screens,
While visions of beatings were typed on machines.
And Cabana in singlet, and AJ in shorts,
were sitting at home making angry retorts.

When out in the hall there arose such a racket,
They turned both their heads just in time for the static.
And up from the couch they arose with a climb,
To hear a big voice declare 'it's clobberin' time'.

The door then flew open with a mighty big holler,
The music a' blaring to the tunes of living color.
When in walked a man a slight hop in his walk,
All flustered and angry at all the internet talk.

With a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes,
the tattooed up man filled the room with his sighs.
The anger was bubbling all under his skin,
Anger at the talk that he could never ever win.

"Be it Bisping, Or Frank, or even Cheal Sonnen,
Or Condit or Lawler or even Chris Weidman.
I'll take them all on, you just wait and see
I'll leave them all stunned and just in awe of me."

As Aj and Colt exchanged quite a glance,
the angry ol' Punk began grinning at the chance.
With a look through his phone right then he just knew,
he would train and he'd fight with Gracie Jiu Jitsu.

And then with a frow the small AJ said,
"but what of your health, you're not long from the sick bed."
Colt would agree, ready to take the flak.
"This time the treament wouldn't just be a Z-Pak."

"The fighting is real, it'd be quite a shock,
you better be sure you can give all you got."
AJ would nod, a supporting smile did grow,
"But whatever your choice you know we will follow."

So to the grindstone the three did then go,
with such clanging and banging his strength did then grow.
He worked on his power, he work on technique,
he worked on his stamina, no longer so weak.

His eyes how they burned, with fire and passion,
his wife and his friend showing compassion.
They helped where they could, keeping him going,
helping him train, their efforts were showing.

The time then grew near, his opponent in sight,
The time and the place set for the fight.
Prepared how he was the event soon did draw near,
Not a worry in mind he approached it without fear.

The match was a struggle, not a fight for the weak,
the outcome seemed impossible,like breaking the streak.
But then with a shout, ol' Punk did he raise,
with a flurry of kicks his foe did he phase.

Knocking him down, Punk's hand then was raised,
the experts and critics coming up to him with their cheers and their praise.
And with a big grin, just a mere mic in his hand,
He did then declare "fuck all of you, and hey Vince McMahon."

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