Sable grabs a mic and stares at the beaten Heyman
Sable: Did you really think you could beat me? I'm a former Women's Champion and you don't know the difference between a wristlock and a wrist watch. There was never any doubt in my mind that I was going to beat you like the BITCH... YOU... Are.
The fans begin a loud chorus of boos. Sable leans down to speak to Heyman's face.
Sable: And did you really think that my husband was going to pick you over me? You're a sorry excuse for a man! You ran ECW to the ground, but you will not run my husband to the ground so Paul in the words of Vince McMahon YOU"RE FIRED!!!
Sable hands Brock the mic but before Brock Lesnar says anything on the microphone, he takes a moment to smirk and chuckle as the beaten and broken mass of despair, Paul Heyman, wills his aching body to stand on his own two feet as he rolls out of the ring and trudges gingerly to the back. Some cheers are heard, as are some jeers, and even a “Na, Na, Na, Na” chant starts, much to Heyman’s dismay, as he grimaces at his tormenters. Not once, during is humiliating trek to obscurity, does he look back at the woman responsible nor does he look back at the man who he once called friend, the one whom he raised in the wrestling business as if he were his own flesh and blood.
“Wait, wait, wait! Heyman! HEYMAN! Stop!”
It takes a while for Paul to finally stop in his tracks. He still refuses to make eye contact with them though.
“This doesn't feel right. I’m…I’m sorry but there’s something that needs to be said. And, uh, I don’t know exactly how you’re going to take this but I just want you to know one thing…don’t let the door hit your fat ass on the way out! Now get the hell out of here! Hahahahaha!”
Bischoff: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. What an asshole! Brock for Life!
Tenay: This is humiliating
Paul resumes his walk of shame until he’s finally out of sight. With his exile now complete, Lesnar addresses the situation.
“You know, Paul, it didn’t have to come down to this but quite frankly, you gave me no choice. There was no way for my career to succeed with you still calling the shots. When I came back, I couldn’t lie to people and say that the WWE wanted me back. There was no way anyone would allow me to say that this company wanted me back with open arms. That’s why I needed you to make sure that I’d be given back what’s mine while ensuring that I never get screwed over by the company again. It was simple partnership, one that you and I could both agree on; I do the work in the ring and you go to the Board of Directors to make negotiations whenever something didn’t sit right with us. But a while back, when Shane McMahon and I were talking turkey over the phone and he was talking about how I would be the number one star on WWE’s latest brand, Thursday Night Nitro, I knew from the day that I signed a Nitro contract that you wouldn’t really be needed anymore. With a McMahon supporting me, where could you fit into the equation? What could someone like you give me that someone like Shane couldn’t?
The moment where I burst on the Nitro scene and I became the World Heavyweight Champion, I knew that you were a liability. But I had enough respect for you to think things through and wait for the right moment to tell you. But then, as soon as Sable walked in and wanted to team up with us, I could tell from the minute you laid eyes on her that you were pissed about someone stealing your spotlight. That’s when I decided to wait things out and depending on how you could cope with Sable, I would either let you stay or watch you go. Despite your obvious jealousy, you handled things pretty maturely. That is until I noticed two things; your lack of initiative and you publicly insulting my wife. After the incident with Austin, instead of sticking up for Sable, you imply that she’s some kind of hussy and willingly made moves on that unkempt redneck like she didn’t have any class. Then, while I’m in the fight of my life to destroy Austin at In Your House, my little angel comes out to support me but where the hell were you? Too busy having chats with the green-eyed monster, huh? And to top it all off, you try to bully my wife out of her managerial role? Before I had the chance to knock your block off, Sable approached me with this great idea and we both agreed that it was time to let you go. And not only that, she kicked your ass while she did it. So, Paul, I don’t give a damn about you anymore and I don’t give a damn about what you say anymore. It’s over for you and so long as I’m still around, I don’t want to see your ugly, snaggletooth mug around here ever again.”
By the time his speech is done, for the first time since his return, the crowd responds with some cheers for Lesnar, but boos are still audible
“So, now that we got that ingrate out of here, I can finally look towards King of the Ring where I finally get that damn Austin off of my back once and for all. With him out of the running of the tournament, I can finally face bigger and better competition. But with the way things look, the competition isn’t looking all that bigger or any better than that wife beater. With the way speculation has been buzzing around here lately, I have to basically beat The Undertaker…”
*loud crowd pop*
*loud crowd pop*
“…or Shawn Michaels.”
The audience goes into a cheering frenzy while Brock makes exaggerated yawning gestures.
“More easy picking I suppose. And by the way, I may have “lost” to them last week but that’s only because I decided that they weren’t worth my time. I could take down all three at once if I wanted to. Don’t believe me? Let’s take a look at my track record in relation to those three men. First off, we have The Rock, the People’s Champion. Tell me if I‘m wrong but weren’t you the man that I defeated when I became WWE Champion for the first time? Oh and remember that tournament that nitro hosted where the winner would be crowned the new world champion? Yeah, pretty sure I beat you then too.
Oh and The Undertaker. Yeah, Taker and I go waaaaay back. Let me see…there was the moment where I, not that it’s a big deal or anything, beat you inside the Hell in a Cell and retained the WWE Championship and what about the time when I won the Royal Rumble by tossing your sorry ass out of the ring? Good times, eh, Taker?
And last we’ve got the “Showstopper”. I don’t have an impressive resume against him but that’s only because he took the coward’s way out and ducked me every chance he got because he knew what would be in store for him, an ass kicking just like what happened to the rest.
And that’s what lies in store for anyone who tries to take “The Anomaly” down, an ass kicking. So I don’t care who you are, where you’ve come from or what you’ve done in thus business. There’s no one in the world that can touch Brock Lesnar and for those who try get thumbtacks in their gut and boots up their asses.”