Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Nov 27, 2013 0:04:36 GMT -6
As we fade back into the Manhattan Center, the camera pans around the ballroom, as Gorilla Monsoon and Bobby "The Brain" Heenan welcome us back from commercial.
Gorilla Monsoon: Welcome back, folks! If you didn't notice, Mean Gene Okerlund is here in the ring ready for an exclusive interview with the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels.
Bobby Heenan: Michaels is not a happy man right now, Gorilla! That good for nothin' grease ball Razor Ramon hit him in the family jewels last week!
Gorilla Monsoon: Michaels deserved what he got, Brain. He tried to whack Razor over the head with the Intercontinental Championship!
Bobby Heenan: Oh, come on, Gorilla! No man deservers to get hit in the... well, you know. Especially Mr. Sexy Boy himself!
As we switch shots, we look on at the ring. We then pan over to the aisle...
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, Shaaaawn!" In a ruckus of cheers and boos, the crowd begins to roar! The curtain slings open, as the self-proclaimed Intercontinental Champion, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels comes walking out with an arrogant smirk on his face. Shawn wears a black leather jacket with red hearts across the back, a pair of blue jeans and black boots. He peaks out from over the top of his heart shaped sunglasses, as he winks at an attractive woman at ringside. The woman blushes, as Shawn blows her a kiss. He then jogs up the steps and ducks under the top rope. Okerlund looks on, as Shawn prances around in the ring. As his music fades out, he stands beside Mean Gene, ready for the interview.
Gene Okerlund: Shawn, thanks for joining me here in ring tonight. Now, last week on Raw we saw you wearing the Intercontinental Championship. And according to Mr. DiBiase and Mr. McMahon, there are no Champions crowned in the World Wrestling Federation. If that is indeed the case, then why, Shawn, are you walking around with the Intercontinental Championship?
Shawn's smiles turns to a somewhat annoyed look. He then looks down, unzipping his jacket to reveal once again... the Intercontinental Championship. He unfastens it and places it over his shoulder.
Shawn Michaels: It's reeeeal simple, Mean Gene! No one... in the World Wrestling Federation compares... to the Heartbreak Kid! I'm in a league of my own, Gene. And whether Mr. DiBiase or Mr. McMahon like it or not... no one beat me for MY Intercontinental Championship. So as far as I'm concerned... she still... belongs... to me! Haha!
Gene Okerlund: Shawn, last week Razor Ramon said he will soon be the Intercontinental Cha-
Shawn Michaels: Woah, woah, woah, now! Wait just a minute! Razor Ramon can talk the talk all he wants, but until he walks the walk, until he beats the Heartbreak Kid, which he never will... then he can kiss this baby goodbye! This title... belongs to me. And trust me, Razor... I'll do whatever it takes to keep it! If that means kicking your teeth down your throat, then so be it!!
Shawn looks a little fired up, like he might just kick someone's teeth down their throat right now.
Gene Okerlund: Shawn, after nailing Jake the Snake with the title by accident last week, Razor sent you packing with a low blow. Seeing as you are not scheduled to compete tonight, should Razor have eyes in the back of his head?
Shawn Michaels: That good for nothing Cuban took things too far last week, Mean Gene! He tried to castrate me in the middle of the ring! Do you know how many women would be disappointed in that, Gene? I mean, even Razor's wife would cry her eyes out! But he's going to need a lot more than just eyes in the back of his head, Gene. Razor better not let his guard down for one second. Because when you do, Ramon... I'm going to make you regret it! So just a word of advice... if you can even understand English. Keep your eyes peeled... chico! Now... hit... my... music!
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, Shaaaaawn!" "Sexy Boy" blares through the Manhattan Center, as Shawn begins to strut around inside the ring. Gene backs away with the mic still in his hand, as we fade to commercial.
Gorilla Monsoon: Welcome back, folks! If you didn't notice, Mean Gene Okerlund is here in the ring ready for an exclusive interview with the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels.
Bobby Heenan: Michaels is not a happy man right now, Gorilla! That good for nothin' grease ball Razor Ramon hit him in the family jewels last week!
Gorilla Monsoon: Michaels deserved what he got, Brain. He tried to whack Razor over the head with the Intercontinental Championship!
Bobby Heenan: Oh, come on, Gorilla! No man deservers to get hit in the... well, you know. Especially Mr. Sexy Boy himself!
As we switch shots, we look on at the ring. We then pan over to the aisle...
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, Shaaaawn!" In a ruckus of cheers and boos, the crowd begins to roar! The curtain slings open, as the self-proclaimed Intercontinental Champion, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels comes walking out with an arrogant smirk on his face. Shawn wears a black leather jacket with red hearts across the back, a pair of blue jeans and black boots. He peaks out from over the top of his heart shaped sunglasses, as he winks at an attractive woman at ringside. The woman blushes, as Shawn blows her a kiss. He then jogs up the steps and ducks under the top rope. Okerlund looks on, as Shawn prances around in the ring. As his music fades out, he stands beside Mean Gene, ready for the interview.
Gene Okerlund: Shawn, thanks for joining me here in ring tonight. Now, last week on Raw we saw you wearing the Intercontinental Championship. And according to Mr. DiBiase and Mr. McMahon, there are no Champions crowned in the World Wrestling Federation. If that is indeed the case, then why, Shawn, are you walking around with the Intercontinental Championship?
Shawn's smiles turns to a somewhat annoyed look. He then looks down, unzipping his jacket to reveal once again... the Intercontinental Championship. He unfastens it and places it over his shoulder.
Shawn Michaels: It's reeeeal simple, Mean Gene! No one... in the World Wrestling Federation compares... to the Heartbreak Kid! I'm in a league of my own, Gene. And whether Mr. DiBiase or Mr. McMahon like it or not... no one beat me for MY Intercontinental Championship. So as far as I'm concerned... she still... belongs... to me! Haha!
Gene Okerlund: Shawn, last week Razor Ramon said he will soon be the Intercontinental Cha-
Shawn Michaels: Woah, woah, woah, now! Wait just a minute! Razor Ramon can talk the talk all he wants, but until he walks the walk, until he beats the Heartbreak Kid, which he never will... then he can kiss this baby goodbye! This title... belongs to me. And trust me, Razor... I'll do whatever it takes to keep it! If that means kicking your teeth down your throat, then so be it!!
Shawn looks a little fired up, like he might just kick someone's teeth down their throat right now.
Gene Okerlund: Shawn, after nailing Jake the Snake with the title by accident last week, Razor sent you packing with a low blow. Seeing as you are not scheduled to compete tonight, should Razor have eyes in the back of his head?
Shawn Michaels: That good for nothing Cuban took things too far last week, Mean Gene! He tried to castrate me in the middle of the ring! Do you know how many women would be disappointed in that, Gene? I mean, even Razor's wife would cry her eyes out! But he's going to need a lot more than just eyes in the back of his head, Gene. Razor better not let his guard down for one second. Because when you do, Ramon... I'm going to make you regret it! So just a word of advice... if you can even understand English. Keep your eyes peeled... chico! Now... hit... my... music!
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, Shaaaaawn!" "Sexy Boy" blares through the Manhattan Center, as Shawn begins to strut around inside the ring. Gene backs away with the mic still in his hand, as we fade to commercial.
