Just as the chants of "D-B-Dub-F!" rings throughout the arena, the lights shut off and a myserious voice rings ontop of the chants
Voice: CONSPIRACY! CONSPIRACY! CONSPIRACY!
As red lights alumes the stage area to the ring, we see Lover Boy walking to the ring, in his tattered clothing, mic in hang and signature grin, from ear to ear.
Lover Boy: I bet all of you thought I was CM Punk. Oh! Wait!
He pauses mid ramp, and crouches down, extending his arms and staring into the distance
Lover Boy: BEST IN THE WORLD! CHICAGO! JAPAN! MEXICO! INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR! WOOOOOO!!
As he finishes his statement, he jumps in the air, holding both arms over his head, grinning at the mixed reaction from the fans.
Lover Boy: See you fans believe in someone whom builds themself on speaking for those whom can't speak for themselves. What is it? "The Voice of the Voiceless"?
Lover Boy proceeds to stagger down to the ring, with his grin transforming into a puzzled look, still starrign at the mixed reactions of fans
Lover Boy: Isn't that what the president does?
Lover Boy walks closer to the camera until nothing but his dirty, pale, scarred face is shown.
Lover Boy: Why you taking jobs Punk? We need more jobs!
Lover Boy laughs as he backs away from the camera and finsihes his stagger to the ring by climbing onto the apron, but just resting on the top rope outside of the ring with mic in hand.
Lover Boy: This is our first show? MEGA-show? and this big heart of the company, has to face Mr. Steal- Your- Job?
Lover Boy lets his hands and mic rest over the top rope with his arms crossed, as his head rests on them. Mixed chants of "D-B-Dub-F!" "C-M-PUNK!" "LET'S GO LOVER!" and "SHUT-THE-F-UP!" rings throughout the arena. Finally, Lover stands back up and waves the chants on as the crowd gets louder.
Lover Boy: Way Way Way Way! I gotta joke for everyone! Everybody loves jokes! Why doesn't Punk ever shut up about everyone being against him? Because he doesn't give a PUNK!
Lover Boy slaps his knee and laughs and most of the croward boos at his horrible joke.
Lover Boy: What? No one liked that one? How about this one...
Lover Boy walks over to the ring post and kneels into the camera, while staring into the opposite direction.
Lover Boy: Paging Dr. Punk, I think you need to change your prescription. I go to sleep faster watching you talk, than your finisher
The crowd goes half way silent with the mix of "Oh" 's and "Boo" 's still ringing off the walls.
Lover Boy: You see Punk, I like you. I really do. You just stand in my way, dove. Now fly away, out of my way, so I can take, what. I. Deserve.
Lover Boy jumps off the apron and precedes to walk up the ramp with the mic in his back pocket, yet at about half way up the ramp, and half way through his theme music "The Drug in My Is You" by Falling in Reverse, he stops, as both the lights and his music lightens up when he began to talk
Lover Boy: And anyone who thinks the golden matrimony is too far out of my reach, be my guest, and step up for a date after Mr Steal- Your- Job.
Lover Boy proceeds to walk up the ramp, where he drops the mic at the top of the stage and continues to walk through the curtains, forming a heart with his hands after he dropped the mic and until he passes through the curtain, holding it up to the fans as louder negative reactions are buzzing then positive.
Subject: Lover Letter, To Punk 
Tue Oct 25, 2011 12:51 pm