JR: And here comes Goldberg for our final, final faceoff of the night, and these two have been chomping at the bit to get at each other
King: They might do that in our main event
JR: They might very well but lets see what Goldberg has to say first
Goldberg: Ryback… I’m not much for words because I let my fists do the talking for me. You see Ryback, you and I, well we have a problem. You come out here and try to be like me. You have your streak going, just like me. You like to demolish your opponent, just like me. The problem is that you can never be like me. Your streak… I will end it at the Great American Bash. You see Ryback, I don’t like copycats, and you’re the biggest cat in the yard. At the Great American Bash Ryback… you will go down. As I've said before, that streak will end. Talk is cheap man, it's time for us to just end this once and for all. At the Great American Bash, I will come out the winner and you can bank on that bubba.
*crowd chants GOLDBERG… GOLDBERG… GOLDBERG*
Goldberg: You’re an impressive individual to many, I’ll give you that much. You are a fighter but, you’re not me. So Ryback, as I’ve told you before, this is nothing personal, it’s just business. You came out here and copied me, well son, I’m here. If you goal was to get my attention, well I'm all ears. And at the Great American Bash... You’re Next!
*As soon as Goldberg's done, Ryback's theme song immediately plays. In no time at all, out comes Ryback in his air-brushed wrestling outfit and sleeveless T-shirt. With a microphone, secured around his grip, Ryback lifts his arms simultaneously over and over again before he brings both of them down with a hard, fast swing, fireworks shooting and blaring around him. Instead of making his way down to the ring, however, Ryback chooses to stay at the top of the ramp.*
"I hope you don't misinterpret my choice of vantage point as cowardice, Goldberg. I intend not to start any trouble with you tonight. I'll admit it, if I got in a scrap with you, I could't guarantee my safety but at the same time, I couldn't guarantee your safety either so I'm distancing myself from you...for now. You'll get your chance to face me at the Great American Bash and that's that.
"Now, onto more pressing matters. For weeks, you've tried to get in my head. You've tried to deter me form my goals and you've sought to bring my streak to an end. Well, you see, Goldberg, that's all fine with me because I don't put my stocks into streaks like you do. It's an area of insecurity for you and I understand that because you don't want someone surpassing you. I know that had it not been for me, you probably wouldn't have even come back. You wouldn't see the point. But now, since I'm here, you want to protect your legacy from being overshadowed by mine. Goldberg, there is only one thing in this business that drives me and that's a challenge. For months, I've been deprived, I've been starved of a real fight and now that you've come my way, I can't turn down this prospect. Each and every day that I think about our upcoming match, I salivate at the thoughts of sinking my teeth into some real competition.
Streaks? If you want to start talking about streaks, they need to be about streaks of luck that stretch a country mile long...for you. Because luck is the only way that you're going to defeat me on Sunday. I've been bust training, keeping in shape and perfecting my craft and though you're tough, you're not the same Goldberg you were years ago. You've gotten weaker, slower, older. The lion doesn't hesitate on preying on the weak, sickly gazelle or injured wildebeest. Their instincts tell them to go for the kill and just like that prowling lion, I won't stop my relentless assault on you until you are finished and my hunger is quelled. If you want to talk about me being "next" for anything, it's me becoming the next WWE Champion."
*Breaking out of his stoic demeanor to quickly flash a toothy smirk at Goldberg for just a quick moment, Ryback continues talking on the microphone over the buzz of the audience who react to the unveiling of Ryback's rather uncharacteristic desire.*
"You've seen it. That little glint of greed that I've hoarded for that title. When Theodore Long chose me as Jericho's challenger for his title that night, I could almost smell that championship in my hands. I had been numb to that feeling before; greed. But when you cost me that opportunity, the greed within me amplified and has now taken custody within my very being just as my ravenous appetite has. Now, I not only crave a worthy opponent but the WWE Championship as well and after I have defeated you and put you behind me, the WWE Champion, whether it be Chris Jericho or Austin Aries, they're the next course that I desire to ravage. After our match, Goldberg, the words that you will not be hearing as you try your hardest to pick your groggy self off the mat will not be your name chanted throughout the arena. They will be three words, a glimpse into the future, MY future as RAW's most dominant threat.
*Soon, the audience starts chanting along with Ryback and nearly everyone in the arena, except for the glaring Goldberg join in. The last shot, before fading into the next segment, is a close-up of Goldberg's piercing eyes.*