Instead of Randy Orton's music playing Shawn Michaels steps out from the back. He is decked out in a three piece suit and has no smile on his face. He glares down at Paul Heyman, Brock Lesnar and the GM. The fan's boo relentlessly as HBK shakes his right foot and cracks his neck. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a microphone.
HBK - "So let me get this straight bookerman... I go out there and compete, win my match and put your shows ratings through the roof and I still don't get your attention. I kick Miz's face off and you apologize for CENA attacking him? You look forward to MIZ being in the chamber? All I hear around here is John Cena this...Randy Orton that... CM Punk is gonna do this... Brock Lesnar's going to do that. What about me? What about HBK!? Your pick for a championship match is THE ROCK? Who has he ever beat? How has that 'jabroni' earned a title shot?
I take out HHH the same week I beat Dolph Ziggler with ease and cut down anyone who has a word for good ol' HBK, but you would rather come out here and talk about the guys who already get the most TV time? Not only that, but you even have the next 3 shows booked with challengers for the strap? Let me tell ya somethin' mister bossman. I ain't scared of Brock Lesnar. I ain't scared of CM Punk. I sure as hell ain't scared of Randall or Cena. I've beat them all! You want to set the world on fire? Win or lose tonight, I want HHH in a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH next week! Then I want The Rock one on one! I want you to give me the RESPECT I DESERVE! So help me god, I will start playing some Sweet Chin Music on EVERYONE I COME ACROSS!"
HBK drops the mic and stares down at the GM. Seething mad he kicks the mic off the stage and storms to the back.