"You are a temporary fleeting, a footnote to an average reality"

John Morrison: "You know what, Punk? You've been knocking on my door at the palace of wisdom ever since I became the ECW Champion. But sittin' right there with your lame tattoos in that little chair is as close as you will ever get to earthly paradise. [Morrison unterschreibt und reicht Punk den Vertrag] Think about it, Punk, think about it before you sign that: Last week you couldn't even last 15 minutes in the ring with The New Face of Extreme, the Tuesday Night Delight, John Morrison."

CM Punk: "Yeah, Morrison, now that you mention it, you're right: I didn't last your full 15 minutes, did I? But if memory serves, that's only because shortly before the time limit expired, I beat you! I BEAT YOU to earn this title shot at SummerSlam."

Morrison: "I am the Guru of Greatness, the Shaman of Sexy, the ECW Champion, John Morrison. I am beyond good and evil, a protal to the infinite. Punk, you are a temporary fleeting, a footnote to an average reality. You want me to embarrass you at SummerSlam, is that it? then go ahead sign it. But the fact is: You couldn't handle the pressure, Punk. You couldn't handle being the ECW Champion."

Punk: "SHUT UP!"

Morrison: "No, because..."

Punk: "Oh no no, you shut your mouth. And I think I speak for everybody here, when I say you talk WAY too much. None of it makes any sense, but you know one thing, one thing, Morrison. I don't wear expensive clothes. I don't have fancy catchphrases. I don't feather my hair like Farah Fawcett. I don't wear girls' sunglasses. And I certainly don't wear furcoats in August. But one thing I will wear come SummerSlam is the ECW Championship."