It's July 17th, 2011. CM Punk just defeated John Cena for the WWE Championship at one of the best Pay Per Views of my lifetime, Money in the Bank from Chicago. Punk promptly walked out of the company (kayfabe, as we all are well aware of by now), and showed up everywhere with the WWE title belt, including at Wrigley Field to cheer on his beloved Cubs. He even put the title belt in his fridge, in what is still one of the funniest places the belt has ever ended up. People were wondering how long it would take for CM Punk to resurface, if he did at all. WWE could have dragged it out for MONTHS, letting Punk get some time off and keep one of the hottest storylines of the summer fueled for as long as they chose.
Instead, two weeks later, CM Punk comes back just after John Cena won the “new” WWE championship. It would lead to a fantastic SummerSlam rematch, which saw Punk win due to a Triple H fuck up (HHH was the special ref for that match). But none of that is important. What was important was that CM Punk was gone for a whole two fucking weeks. Two! Marks & smarks alike were ENRAGED, and with good reason. WWE had just blown the best story they would have that year, and to top it all off, CM Punk had the “new” WWE title for all of five minutes at SummerSlam, thanks to Kevin Nash hitting Punk with a Jacknife and Alberto Del Rio cashing in Money in the Bank on Punk right after that.
Yes, CM Punk would go on to win the title back at Survivor Series that year, and then have the “Year of Punk”. Regardless of that, everyone agreed WWE could have and SHOULD have done much more with his absence. Fast forward now to Wrestlemania 29 this past April. CM Punk had the match of the night against Undertaker, albeit in a losing effort. Rumors were spreading that Punk would be taking time off after Mania, both to heal up and to get a break from the constant grind of the WWE tour schedule. Sure enough, 8 days after that epic of a match, CM Punk walked out of WWE with no explanation. Reports from that point on had Punk being out until at least Money in the Bank in July, or SummerSlam in August. Punk both needed and deserved the time off, and most Punk fans were happy that he was finally getting it.
Well, not so much anymore. Word broke this week that CM Punk won't even be out until June. He'll be back on Raw in some capacity (advertised, anyway) on May 27th from Calgary. I know he was advertised for June 3rd's edition of Raw, but seriously here. WWE & Vince McMahon pushed the giant red panic button in his office, and rushed Punk back YET A-FUCKING-GAIN. Really WWE? This guy carried your company for over a year, worked his ass off every god damned day, feuded with anyone and everyone, and after you finally give him some time off you realize YOU FUCKING FUCKED UP and rush Punk back, even though he already had a bitch fit with creative over writing shitty promo material for him. You just can't let him rest can you?
Look at Extreme Rules coming up in a couple of weeks here. They had to do Lesnar-HHH III now, they're trying to get Undertaker to agree to go on the card, and OH YEAH JOHN CENA GOT HURT TOO! I know it's a minor injury, but still. Is this the same reason they're trotting Miz out next Monday for a one night appearance in between filming what I'm sure will be another shitty Christmas movie on ABC Family? They have ZERO roster, and now that Dwayne is out for a while, for once they're screwed. CM Punk it appears will be wrestling at Payback in June, again from Chicago.
Here's a tip for you, Vince: when you promise someone time off, DO NOT FUCKING RUSH THEM BACK! This will only anger Punk further, and if his injuries aren't fully healed you're just putting him at risk. It's not his fault you're a terrible fucking planner and your roster overall sucks. You've got creative telling guys like Antonio Cesaro they've got no direction for him, and yet you feel the need to rush back CM Punk? HELLO! USE THE GUYS YOU HAVE!!!!
In a not so short word, screw WWE for blowing this again. I hope CM Punk takes you for as much as he can. Lighten his workload to make up for fucking up your creative plans, and cater to him. It's the least you could do.