So i see that i have 5 sumbitches that needs their asses whooped. One of which has already spoken. I sat in the back while you flapped your little gums and scratched yourself like a little 2 year old kid. Come Wednesday night you wont need yourself to scratch yourself, you will have me scratching it as your candy ass gets tossed over these damn ropes and onto the floor. You run your little mouth like your trying to scare someone. Now throw me some beers and lets drink a few because stone cold says he will win this little battle royal and there isnt one damn thing that either of you 5 can or will do about it. And thats the bottom line because STONE COLD SAID SO!

*The glass break music hits as stone cold climbs on each turnbuckle motioning his hands for the crowd to toss him some beer*