[Triple H]If you people all watched Smackdown! on Thursday night, you saw me lose a fight I should have won. The match I said I was going to win I lost. I'll admit it. "Stone Cold" Steve Austin got the best of me in the match. He got the 1, 2, 3 over the man that is the best in the business. But I proved in this match what the hell I'm capable of. Austin has always said that he is the toughest S.O.B. in the WWF. And I must admit, he is tough. But he is NOT the toughest. On Smackdown!, I dominated basically the whole match. Austin got maybe 3 moves in. The only reason Austin even won the match is because he got lucky. I made a costly mistake that Austin was lucky enough to capitilize on. Hell, I didn't even make a mistake. Austin was just lucky enough to escape from me Pedigreeing him. And than he Stunnered me. So it wasn't even my fault I lost. But it doesn't matter that I lost to him. Because I got the best of him at the end of the match. I made Austin MY bitch. Austin...you got what you deserved. I told you, NOT to make fun of my wife. And what do you go ahead and do? You make fun of my wife. I tell you not to screw around with me...and you go ahead and do it anyway. So what I did to you on Smackdown! after our match was your fault Austin. I was the rattlesnake. I rattled my rattle, I told you to bug off, and you kept pushing. I kept rattling my rattle, and still you had to keep trying to piss me off. And at the end of Smackdown!, you saw what happens when this rattlensnake bites. Austin, you played this game and you played it pretty well. But you should understand by now Austin that I don't play well with others especially in MY OWN game. When you play my game, I own you. And I proved exactly that on Smackdown!. I took your name calling my wife to a WHOLE new level. And I guess you could say Austin, I did let you make this personal. And I made it even more personal, when I hit you with that chair. I made it even more personal when I Pedigreed you onto that chair. And I made it even MORE personal, when I busted you wide open.

Right about now, your probably sitting at home, FUMING over what I did to you. You probably want to come find me, and tear my head off. Well I'll tell you this Austin...come get some. You think your pissed off enough to hunt me down and make me pay for what I did? Good for you Austin. I dare you to try and make me pay. I made you pay for what you said about my wife. So why don't you make me pay for beating you senseless? That makes sense doens't it? But the fact is Austin, it doesn't. Because you may have beaten me in the match...but I beat you after it. So the way I see it I'm ahead of you. On Raw, I cost you your match. I got you choked out by Tazz. Than on Smackdown you beat me. You beat me in the match, which made the score even. But after Smacdown! I got you back for beating me. I got you back for all the bullsh*t you said. And that makes it Austin 1, Triple H 2. But don't think Austin, you'll get ahead of this game we're playing. And yes Austin, we are playing a game. Admit or don't you know we're having a game. But this isn't a game of dodgeball or hop-scotch. This game will get you hurt. This game could end your career. This game is DANGEROUS. You don't want to play this game Austin? You want to back down? Go ahead. Be my guest. But than all that stuff you ever said about you being the toughest. About being the rattlesnake. All the things you ever did in the past will mean nothing if you back down Austin! You'll just show the world how big of a coward you are if you back down. But it's ok Austin. If you're scare you can run. There are probably bigger cowards you are in this world. But don't think I'll ever let this go if you do run. Don't think I won't think about the time Austin bitched out when I tempted him to try and play my game. It'll be on my mind, whenever I watch the Discovery channel and I see those snakes run for fear from the humans, just like you did. I won't be able to look at the WWF sign with a straight face because a smile will always come acros my face, in thinking that a man who said he wasn't afraid, really was. But like I said, it's ok for you to want to fun in fear from me. I know what if must feel like to look a man like me and think that "I can't beat him he's too tough". It may pain you Austin, but deep down inside you...you know it's the truth. I may be able to be beaten in matches but not the game we play. That's my specialty, and I AM NOT beatble. And if you don't think that's true Austin...bring it to me. See if you can prove that wrong. But I KNOW you won't. I'm too good. I'm too bad. And I am to dangerous.

Austin...on Smackdown! I just went ahead and proved who is the toughest in the WWF. I didn't have to beat you in the match to show you I'm the toughest. I just had to show you after it. I beat you like a dog just like I said I would. I tore your proverbial body limb from limb like I said I would. I maimed you in front of your fans like I said I would. Everything I said I would do happend. I told you I would get you back for humiliating my wife in front of millilons of people and I did exactly that. I told you I'm the toughest sunuva bitch the WWF has and I proved that. There's not a freaking thing I told you I would do and I didn't do. You can try and tell me that I didn't do something I said I would but you'll just end proving yourself wrong time after time...I did everything. Austin...you didn't. You said you would be Tazz in the middle of the ring, you didn't. You got choked out. You said you helped me by inturupting me and Stephanie on Raw. But I proved you didn't help when I made you lose your match. You said your the toughest in the WWF. But once again, you were wrong. Austin, you have nothing over me what-so-ever. You think you can beat me again on Raw? I'd just like to see you try it "Stone Cold". I'd like to see you knock me over the top rope. I'm begging you Austin. I'm telling you. On Raw, when we step into the ring for the WWF Championship...over the top battle royal...I want YOU to throw me over the top rope. I want to see you do the deed you said you would do. If you can't throw me over Austin, it's me throwing you over. Bottom line is Austin...if you can't get me over your done for. Because the way I see it, I am the best in that Battle Royal. I'm the man that everyone is looking to defeat. If you can't get me over, you Austin, you Tazz, you Kurt Angle, you everyone else in the rumble...your dreams are going down the drain. If you pricks let me become champion, you'll never get your chance to shine. Once I get that title, I will hold it in my hands forever. You will have to kill me and literally PRY my hands open to get that title from me. I worked, and I LIVED for that title my entire life. I eat and sleep for that title...and without that title I feel as though I'm missing a right arm. And that's why on Raw, I will do whatever the hell it takes to take out anyone who steps in my way. Including the "One Man Crime Spree", Tazz.

[--The audience in attendance immediately boo at the sound of Tazz. They give Tazz major heel heat, because of his recent attitude. Triple H stares at the fans, waits for them to calm down, than continues.--]

[Triple H]Tazz...I must say, your little attitude adjustment is probably for the better. Like you said, the WWF has treated you like a joke, making you pussy out to guys you know you can beat. They made you a commentator. They made you this, they made you that. Well Tazz, although I have to admit your attitude is different...it's hard to say if it's a good thing or bad thing now that I think about it. You've been doing so much whining the past week it's giving me a damn headache. You think it's the WWF's fault they're making you a commentator? You think it's the WWF's fault that your the biggest joke since the Gobbeldy Gook? I don't think so. It's yours. You came into WWF with an attitude that everyone wanted to have. The thug attitude. Never say day, FTW attitude. They stuck you in the hardcore division for a reason. Because your attitude fit well in that division. You were a hardcore wrestler in ECW so your a hardcore wrestler in the WWF. Blame yourself for not getting the "deserved" pushes. You shouldn't have had the attitude that you had. If you noticed, every ECW wrestler that came into the WWF went straight to the hardcore division. Why? Is it because they all had a reputation of being hardcore wrestlers? No. I know the exact reason. The attitude. You guys came in here being former ECW World Champions. Being former ECW Television Champions. And you expected to get the WWF World Championship, and the Intercontinental Championship. You thought because you were the big guy on campus in ECW, that your gonna be the big guy on campus in WWF. But that's now how it works. I was World Champion at the time you guys rushed to the WWF because you guys couldn't make ECW worth crap. And you guys wanted to be pushed to the moon. But instead you guys got stomped on. And you guys deserve it. Every ECW superstar makes me sick because you guys are whining and complaining about not getting the push you deserve. Well take your bitching and shove it up your asshole, because fact is...you guys will never be better than me. You think you can handle the very top competitor in the business? You guys think you can hold your own with FORMER WWF WORLD CHAMPION, TRIPLE H?! Well we'll just find out on Monday won't we? Tazz I hope you bring everything you got to the ring on Monday for the battle royal. I hope you bring your dirty clothes, your towel, your suplexes, your "Tazzmission". Bring the U.S. Army for all the hell I care. But it still won't help you from me kicking your ass. From becoming the next WWF champion. Because your gonna need every damn bit of it to stop me from throwing you over the ropes. Beat me if you can Tazz....but you won't!

[--The fans begin to boo Triple H. They hate Triple H already, and him using one of Tazz's catch-phrases makes them hate him that much more. Triple H paces the ring a bit as he continues talking.--]

[Triple H]Kurt Angle...[--fans pop--]Kurt, your probably another man that thinks he's over me in some way or another. And your reason for thinking that, is probably because [--in whiny voice--] I have gold medals! [--in normal--] You think those gold medals are gonna protect ya Kurt? You think having those gold medals is gonna make me REGRET not having to face you? Kurt, you may have a good past of winning amatuer wrestling. But stepping into the ring with me isn't an amatuer wrestling match. You step into the ring with me and it's MORE than an amatuer wrestling event. It's me fighting you Kurt. It's me pulling out more than just wrestling maneuvers. It's me kicking your ass. It's a fight. You think your medals contend to how you fight with me Kurt? I don't think so. If there's one thing I know, I know that your probably the biggest sissy in the WWF as of now. Me and Austin have been going back and forth over who's the toughest. But we all know who's not and is probably last. It's you. You come out to the ring Kurt, and you drink your milk. You talk about your olympics. Frankly Kurt, no one gives a damn about your gold medals. Sure, your an olympist Kurt. But don't mean jack when your in the squared circle. You can drink all the milk the world has to offer, but you still won't beat me Kurt. If Tazz can't, and Austin can't, you definitely won't. I could go into how your manliness affects you beating me, but I think everyone get's the point, on how your gay. It's quite alright to be gay. But Kurt....the least you could do is tell me about it. I don't want to have to get into that ring and wonder why your grabbing my...well, you know. But off your sexuality Kurt...there's no way your winning the Battle Royal. No matter how much you pray to god. No matter how hard you train. No matter how bad you want it. I'm gonna win it. I train harder than you, and I want it more. And God? He's my best friend. So may as well throw the towel in now Kurt. Because the odds are against you. Because the sheer fact that you have to face me means the odds are in favor for me, one million to one! Kurt...your ass is done for, and I hope you drink more milk than you hoped to drink, because otherwise...you might as well just stay home and chat with your mommy!

Now Shawn Micheals...I've got news for you. You think you have any chance what-so-ever in the Battle Royal Monday? I don't think so Shawn. You may claim to be a showstoppa and all the other crap you claim to be. But in reality your just another wrestler trying to make himself big. But it's not happening. You were good Shawn. Keyword there? WERE! You were good but your not anymore. Your nothing but a washed up piece of crap trying to hold on to your spot that you don't deserve. You deserve to be left out in the doghouse than to be in the ring wrestling with me. And to think you actually believe you taught me everything I know. Yeah right. Truth is Shawn, you were never my mentor. You thought I hung onto you in D-X, but I was the one you wanted to be like. You went on and on all the time, "Oh Triple H, I want to be like you!" You couldn't stop with the compliments. It was the same crap day in and day out. It made me sick Shawn. Looking back on it, I shouldn't have joined D-X with you. It made my life miserable. Besides the antics we had, I had to deal with you loving me like a brother. Well I didn't like you Shawn. In fact I despised you. And I still do till this day. You can say whatever you want about me but none of it will make one difference at all. The fact is your not better than me. No one is. Austin beat me, and he's not even better than me. HBK...you think there's no other HBK's out there? You think that? Well your right about there being no HBK's. But your not right about nobody being better than you. In fact, your takin' a look at him right now. I don't have to go through what I say all the time. It's a proven fact and I know I am the best. But what really get's me about you...is you have the damn audacity to call my wife names too..."Prez's whore?" Shawn, that is low and you know it. Not surprising coming from you though. And frankly I really don't give a damn what you think about my wife. I don't have to keep crying over this crap. You guys think my wife is a whore? A slut? A god damned gremlin? You think it. But I sure as hell know my wife is a woman. Something you haven't seen in awhile huh Shawn? When WAS the last time you saw an actual women? Besides my wife of course...oh it never happened. You used to come out with your heart break hotel and all this bullsh*t. But I don't beleive it for one damn second that you actually ever got a woman such as my wife. But who gives a damn Shawn. I sure as hell don't. The only thing that matters is on Raw, you like everyone else is going to watch as I one by one throw over person by person. And that includes you Shawn.

Now to The Rock, the "People's Chump". Rock...you come out in front of the camer ajust like everyone else. You go on and on with your little spiel, talking about monkey's asses, shoving things up guys asses. Frankly Rock, I think I have to question your sexuality more than Kurt's. You like shoving things up guy's asses? Be my guest. But don't think you'll be shoving anything up mine. The only thing going up anybody's ass, is my boot up yours. Rock...your a funny man. You like to make nursrey rhymes, and some of them are pretty funny. But after awhile of hearing you trying to act like Mother Goose, and you talking 3rd person, it kind of get's tiresome. I think I can speak for every single person in this building, that everyone thinks your a complete jackass. YOu may have some good ring skills...but to have to hear you talk about the things you talk about is torture. I'd rather have to sit through 9 hours of hearing Matt Hardy's wrestling matches than have to hear you go on and on about stupid things. Such as monkey's asses and nipples and whatever the hell you talk about. And actually, I may have said you have some good ring skill Rock, but it has a limit to it. You can only do so much. You have the sharpshooter, the spinebuster, the elbow, the bottom, and the belly to belly suplex. And that's about it. Your "wrestling" matches, aren't even wrestling matches anymore. Your matches are crap. For over the past year I've had to defend the title I've held onto 4 times. I had to wrestle you over and over again. And by now I know how you wrestle. I know what moves you pull off in a certain situation. I know how you react to different things. I've got your number and there ain't a single, god damn thing you or anyone else can do about it. The only thing you can do is walk down that aisle on Raw and just see, like everyone else, why I'm called the "Cerebral Assasin". Why I'm called "The Game". Why everyone CRINGES when they hear my name. You can rhyme all the hell you want Rock but it ain't gonna help you any when it comes down to me and you in the ring. You could try and sing for me Rock, that may help. Considering your singing absolutely sucks. But you don't have to worry about singing. Because I have a feeling, it ain't gonna come down to that. It's gonna come down who is the better man...who the better wrestler is. And you know it Rock...it's me. You knew it ever since you met me and you'll STILL know it, when i walk out on Raw with the title held above my head. But the bottom line is this Rock. If you smell what I'm cooking...I'm the next WWF champion. And if you don't f*cking like it, deal with it! Because life just isn't fair is it Rock?

[--The fans erupt into boos. They love The Rock, and they hate Triple H. And the clear fact that Triple H is making fun of The Rock makes them want to boo Triple H even more. Triple H turns to his wife Stephanie and hands her the microphone. She turns to Triple H, than turns to the crowd. All of a sudden, the fans start a chant of "SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!" Stephanie looks on in shock and disgust, as the chants die down, and Stephanie speaks, completely bewilered.--]

[Stephanie]How dare you! [--fans boo--] How dare you people call me such a filthy name! My name is Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. Not what you hicks call me. Not a...slut. [--fans cheer--] You people are just mad that on Raw my husband, Hunter Hearst Helmsley will win the Battle Royal for the World Title! You people are just mad that you all know your hero's aren't going to be able to stop my husband from mopping them all over the mat! The truth is you know Triple H is going to win the Battle Royal and it's eating you up inside! Well you people will just have to deal with the fact that my husband can't and won't be beaten on Monday. He's going to walk into Raw a former champion and he's going to walk out a champion. And do you know why? Because he is that damn good. Everyone thinks they can't beat Triple H. Everyone thinks that he says he's good but he's not. But I have news for you. Triple H, without a doubt, is the best wrestler to date. He knows the business inside out. If you think you can beat him you can go ahead and try. But it's not going to happen. I have faith in my husband to win the WWF Championship and he most definitely will. And I have one last thing to say. Austin, how dare YOU make fun of me like you do? You want to call me a gremlin? You go right ahead. But everyone here knows that I am the prettiest woman you'll ever lay eyes on. I'm just too good for you Austin. And to everyone else who thinks I'm ugly...you TOO are just jealous that you can't have me and Hunter does.

[--Stephanie hands the mic over to Triple H as the fans continue to boo.--]

[Triple H]My last problem to talk about, is Y2J. Jericho you might think highly of yourself for a number of reasons. One you have pretty blonde lockes that you think the chicks dig. You have your fancy glittery clothes that sparkle. And you have your little moves named after lions and a wall. Well Jericho...you may think highly of yourself now, but you will eventually think of yourself as the total loser you are. We fought in the past dozens of times for a number of reasons. One was for MY World Title. And quite frankly Jericho you stole it from me. That is exactly why I had it stripped from you. You didn't deserve it, and you didn't deserve it one bit. Than we later crossed paths again for the dignity of my wife. For weeks you had harrassed my wife with your name calling. You called her a ho, a slut, trash...you name it, you called her it. And when I finally had the chance to prove to you, that you should never mess with my wife, I did exactly that in a Last Man Standing match. That I won. I beat your ass and I made you pay for calling my wife those names. Than once again later down the line I got to beat your ass again for the Intercontinental title. And I did exactly that. I beat you for it. I beat you for it and I became the IC champion. So giving our track record Jericho, what makes you even THINK you will even come close to beating me on Raw? Is it because your over-sized ego clouds the truth? Or is it just because your dumb enough to actually beleive that your going to beat me? Well whatever the case may be Jericho...your still going to lose just like everyone else. Come high or hell water, I will become the next WWF champion. And you can't stop me Jericho. And neither will anyone else. You come out here calling people "assclown's", and "jerky's" and the biggest crock of sh*t..."junior's". Junior? I don't think so. I'm anything but a junior to you Jericho. I'm a damn king to you. You should be nothing but a little peaseant who shines my boot! And you think you can call me "junior"? I don't think that's the truth Jericho. The real truth, is your the junior. You can't wrestle for anything Jericho and you definitely can't beat me. So Jericho, you bring your fancy attire to the ring on Monday, and bring your fancy catch-phrases and the other load of crap. And I'll be there waiting for you. I'll be there to make sure you have more of a chance of becoming a male stripper than becoming a WWF champion. I'll make sure of it.