I had just arrived into the building dragging my luggage behind me, looking for someone I could talk to. As I made my way down the hallway, I noticed CM Punk in his locker room, looking a bit rugged with his hair not slicked back and a more grown-out beard than usual. He wore black sweat pants and a Best in the World T-shirt.

I made my way to his locker and knocked on the door, getting his attention. When he saw me, he smirked, and I could feel his determination and excitement radiating off of him. He began to wrap tape around his hands, getting ready for the impending battle.

"It's been so long since I've been here," he said, "Is it great to be alive on a Monday night in Ottawa Ontario Canada or what? Surprise, surprise, I've got a lot to get off my chest. There's a lot of things to cover, but surprisingly, the first thing I want to do is state that I saw my surgeon last Saturday night, and he said I'm cleared!"

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "And that means I'm gonna fight, and I'm gonna get my pound of flesh today. Drew McIntyre is gonna get the beating he deserves!"