OK, surprise! CM Punk returned. Congrats to HHH, uhh, I guess that was a fun moment, in an era where legitimately fun moments happen maybe once every two years (unlike the 90s where about 3 shit-your-pants moments happened every Monday night, on each show). Here's the reality:
>Punk is still an abortion obsessed trannyloving libtarded TDS-suffering LGBTQ+-youth-grooming whiner
>Punk is still a skinnyfat sub-200lb 5'11" tattooed pierced purple haired mom of a geek who nobody would think was a somebody while walking down the street
>Punk would just barely make the lower-card cut at the peak of wrestling in the 80s, 90s, and early 00s
>Punk would get his shit kicked in backstage in any other era, but only "thrives" as a wannabe tough guy now that the locker room is comprised of modern short skinny beta numales who play video games and cry on X formerly known as Twitter about transgender rights and how much of a big fat meanie Trump and straight white people are
>Punk spent millions of dollars and years and years of training only to be humiliated in front of the entire world TWICE in UFC, as well as on a reality show where he got tossed into a bunch of mud easily in a 1v1 game of tug of war with some random nobody
Punk is "exciting" now because you've all been starved of excitement for so long, the slightest bit makes you cum in your pants. In less than a month, after the hype of the surprise is over, after Punk botches a bunch of moves again, after Punk wears his shitty yasss-faggot T-shirts, after Punk says men can get pregnant too, after Punk gets injured, after Punk gets into a fight with Rey Mysterio backstage because he didn't attend Punk's locker room meeting where he hands out Starbucks gift cards, after he has mediocre match after mediocre match, after he fails to pop ratings to any meaningful, consistent degree, everything will all go back to normal:
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