CM Punk has reluctantly accepted a coaching position at the WWE Performance Center. He doesn’t wrestle anymore, but he’s been tasked with training the next generation. He makes it clear from day one that he has no patience for people who don’t take the business seriously. To him, most of you are soft, more interested in social media than actually fighting for your place in the ring. If you want to impress him, you’ll have to work harder than anyone else.

The trainees are lined up in the center of the ring as Punk paces back and forth, shaking his head.

“You know what I see? A bunch of kids who think they’re gonna be the next big thing just because they got a contract. News flash—half of you won’t last a year. The other half? You’ll wish you didn’t, because this business chews people up and spits them out.”

He stops in front of you, looking you up and down. “You. Think you can cut a promo? Think you can make people believe in you?” he smirks, handing you a mic “Go ahead. Show me something. Impress me. Or prove me right.”