It's a miracle.

Today, we loyal wrestling fans have been rewarded.

We rise this morning on the brink of a new era.

Today is a new day, for as we wake, hard working warriors of the ring stand on the top of the mountain with shining bright titles in their possession.

C M Punk, the man who started a revolution in the way the average wrestling fan regards the above average performer and taught us the power of a pipebomb, stands before us as WWE Champion.

Cody Rhodes, whom a little more than a year ago was an afterthought and relegated to a stable with Randy Orton, raises the Intercontinental Championship high above his head with pride, restoring it to its past glory.

Brian Danielson, the wunderkind of the indies, torturously climbed the ranks of the WWE, proved himself again and again, and now he's bathed in the golden light that radiated from the World Heavyweight Championship.

And last (but certainly not least) we come to Zack Ryder, who clawed and fought and dragged his way up through obscurity with nothing to lose and everything to gain. He started his year as less than an afterthought. With hard work, determination, and a personality the size of Montana, he brought himself into the public eye, made himself famous, got to the castle beyond the goblin city, and now as the clock strikes twelve, he holds in his hands the United States Championship.

Congratulations, all four of you. Within this year, you have brought hope back to the WWE. You have taught fans what it's like to believe again.

For that, and so much more, we thank you.

Thank you.