Before his match, Okada cut a promo about Shawn Michaels' Title Of Excellence match at the Royal Rumble.
"This Sunday, I am scheduled to defend my title against Shawn Michaels, and to compete in the Royal Rumble match. While I could handily complete both matches successfully, I just do not feel that the people of America, and especially Mr. Michaels, are worth that effort. So the decision that I have made is to allow my manservant, Goldust, the privelege of wrestling against Shawn Michaels and defending my title in my stead. Please understand, Goldust, what heavy responsibility I put upon your shoulders. I have entrusted you to defend a title so valuable that even a single diamond on its face, a single flake of the gold that comprises its plates, is worth far more than your life. If you lose, I will have no choice but to increase your workload correspondingly."

Shawn Michaels entered and rebutted. "You know, I'm pretty tired of being told I'm not worth people's time. I'm not worth the Power Trip's time, I'm not worth your time, and from the way this crowd reacted, they don't think I'm worth their time either. Right now, the only person who acknowledges my talent, my sheer God-given ability, is Vince McMahon. And I'm grateful. I'm as grateful as you should be that the people of this country haven't shipped you out along with all the other Japanese-made crap that's clogging up the streets here in LA!" The crowd didn't seem to appreciate that.

"I KNOW, I KNOW, BOOOOO! BOOOOO SHAWN MICHAELS, GO AWAY SHAWN MICHAELS, WE WANT OOOOOOWEN! WE WANT JEEEEERICHO! WE WANT AAAAAAUSTIN, OR FOLEY, OR GOLDUST, OR TAKER, OR KANE, OR HENRY, OR WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU SPOILED GODDAMNED BRATS HAVE LATCHED ONTO THIS WEEK! WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M NOT JERICHO! I'M NOT OWEN! I'M NOT ANY OF THOSE! I'M NOT THE FLAVOR OF THE FUCKING WEEK! I'M SHAWN FUCKING MICHAELS, DAMMIT! AND I'M GONNA WIN THAT TITLE OF EXCELLENCE, I'M GONNA WIN THAT ROYAL RUMBLE, AND I'M GONNA WIN THAT WWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! AND WHEN I DO, ALL OF YOU SPOILED LITTLE BRATS CAN GO WHINE ABOUT JERICHO, OR ABOUT OWEN, OR ABOUT FOLEY, OR YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU COULD NUT THE FUCK UP, PUT ON YOUR BIG BOY PANTS, AND [b]DEAL WITH IT![/b] BECAUSE I AM THE SHOWSTOPPER! I AM THE MAIN EVENT! I AM THE HEARTBREAK KID! I'VE WON TWO ROYAL RUMBLES! I'VE HELD THE TAG TITLES, THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE, THE WORLD TITLE, HELL, IF I WIN THE PAN-AM, I'LL HAVE RUN THE FUCKING BASES OF THE WWF! I AM A LEGEND, I AM A MYTH WALKING THE FUCKING EARTH! NOBODY IN THIS COMPANY CAN EQUAL MY STATURE! BECAUSE YOU MAY TALK YOURSELF UP, OKADA, BUT I'M THE ONE WHO IS..." Shawn splayed his arms wide in an imiatation of Okada's signature pose before Sweet Chin Musicing Goldust in the face.

"...ON AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT LEVEL! AND AT THE ROYAL RUMBLE, I WILL PROVE IT!" He went for another Sweet Chin Music, to Okada this time, but Okada dodged it, hooked Shawn in for the Rainmaker, and hit it, knocking Shawn to the mat before posing above both Goldust and Michaels to end the segment.