As soon as the carnage from the main event cleared, Shawn stood in the ring facing the Titantron. It flickered to life, and Stone Cold Steve Austin appeared, with the WWF World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. Before saying anything, he was certain to give Shawn a nice long slow clap.

"Very good. Very, very good, Shawn. That axe-grinding sumbitch Titan finally got off his ass and did something. But sorry to say, it don't make a damn lick of difference in the grand scheme of things. Now, I'm sure it made you feel like the captain of your own fate for a minute or two there. But you ain't. You ain't got control, you ain't got power, you ain't got shit. Oh, I know what you're thinking!" Austin put on a mocking voice, sneering at Shawn.

"'But Stone-Cold, I won the match! I won that match, so me and my assless chaps and my little glitter booties get to walk on down the aisle at the Royal Rumble and challenge for your WWF World Heavyweight Title.' UNH-UH! You see, you clueless little self-aggrandizing dipshit, the more astute among our fans probably came to the realization, obviously before you, that at no point did I say the title shot would be for this here belt." Austin paused, as Shawn started yelling and kicking the ropes, before continuing.

"So now you're probably thinking 'So what, is he gonna knock this down a notch and let Triple H whip out the mop and clean up a certain little puddle that's crapping up our ring right now?' UNH-UH! Tempting as it would be, a match for the IC title is still too good for you. So maybe the Pan-Am title, let Joanna bring out the whips and chains and show you just how low you are? You're still too, too low for that. Now, we thought maybe a tag team title opportunity, but that just wouldn't be fair given that before the Jolly Green Jackass showed up I wouldn't have thought you had anybody who would team with your sorry ass, and a 2-on-1 beatdown just wouldn't be sporting. So, in my infinite wisdom and fairness, I have decided to bestow upon you a title shot worthy of your status and position in the Power Trip's WWF... The Kazuya Okada Title Of Excellence. Hey, Ted, what's good? So there you go, Shawn. You get your title match: Kazuya Okada vs Shawn Michaels for the Kazuya Okada Title Of Excellence!" Austin chuckled a little bit, before continuing his diatribe.

"Now, that still leaves the question: who [i]will[/i] be facing me for this beautiful gold belt at the Royal Rumble? As much as I don't give much of a crap for the fans, I suppose I am now a businessman and that occasionally calls for giving them what they want so that they give me what I want, aka their goddamn money. So I will be defending this World Heavyweight Title at the Royal Rumble, and I will be defending it against the guy your Blaster just laid out. That's right, mark it on the calendar, at the Royal Rumble "Stone-Cold" Steve Austin will be defending his title against Bret "The Hitman" Hart!

The crowd roars and Austin basks in it for a little bit.

"Hey, that kinda felt nice giving the people what they want. Of course, that's mainly because it's gonna feel so much better yanking it away from their stupid asses when I beat their greasy little Canadian Quixote into the ground!"

Raw faded out with Stone Cold cackling on the Tron, and Bret and Shawn staring at him and each other in the ring.