Write a promo monologue in the style of CM punk talking trash to Stephanie mcmahon

**[The arena is buzzing, the lights dim, and the spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. CM Punk saunters out with his signature smirk, mic in hand. He scans the crowd, nodding to the fans, before turning his attention to the ring.]** Punk: *[Takes a deep breath, soaking in the reaction]* You know… every time I step into this ring, I remind myself that this is the one place where I can speak my mind — where I can rip the curtain back and expose the truth. And right now, the truth is shrouded in a cloud of entitlement. *[Punk points knowingly at the camera]* Let’s talk about the self-proclaimed “Queen of WWE,” the “Billion-Dollar Princess” herself, Stephanie McMahon. *[The crowd reacts loudly.]* You know, Steph, it’s funny how you like to step into this ring and give us your “vision” for the company, when in reality, you’re more of a suit in an office than a competitor in this ring. I mean, what’s it going to be? Are you going to whip out a PowerPoint presentation or pull out some corporate jargon to impress us? *[Punk raises an eyebrow, making a sarcastic face]* You strut around here like the ‘first lady’ of wrestling, but let’s be honest — your wrestling cred is about as solid as your father’s ability to keep his puppets in check. You want to talk about being “best for business”? Well, how about this: what’s best for business is to get you out of the ring and back behind that desk because let’s face it, when you get in here, you’re just a reminder that not every McMahon belongs in the spotlight! *[The crowd cheers in agreement.]* Steph, you think your name gives you a free pass? You might wear the crown, but in this kingdom, the fans are the real rulers. You treat this place like your personal playground, but trust me when I say, the only thing you're playin' with is fire, and I’ve set the entire WWE ablaze with just a couple of words! *[He paces the ring, building anticipation.]* You love to talk about change, yet you cling to your old ways like a bad habit. You want to dictate my career and everyone else's like you’re playing Monopoly with your daddy’s money? It’s time for someone to stop you in your tracks. I’m not just “the voice of the voiceless,” honey — I’m the truth that shatters illusions, the dose of reality you desperately need in your world of make-believe. *[Punk leans forward, intense and passionate]* So why don’t you do us all a favor? Stay in your lane, stick to your scripted promos, and let the real wrestlers take center stage. Because when the dust settles, it’s not the McMahons that define this business. It’s the ones who bleed, sweat, and sacrifice everything to entertain the fans — the ones like ME! *[He raises his fist in defiance, his eyes locked on the camera, the fans chanting his name.]* So buckle up, Steph! The real revolution starts now. And this time, I’m not asking for permission — I'm coming to take what’s rightfully mine! **[He drops the mic with a smirk, soaking in the crowd’s adulation as he exits the ring, leaving everyone buzzing with anticipation.]**