Shawn Michaels came out, surly and petulant, to award the Slammy for Best Villain.

"Ooookay, so this is for the one all you fuckers hate the most, the one who really gets your collective fucking goat, huh? I guess it's me then, right? I mean come on, all you fuckers can't even give me a courtesy cheer when I do something downright amazing, which I do, let's see, ALL THE GODDAMN TIME!" He opened the envelope.

"YEP, IT'S ME! AND HERE'S THE ENVELOPE FOR BEST HERO, THE GUY YOU GUYS JUST LOVE TO GIVE BIG SLOPPY BLOWJOBS TO WHENEVER THEY ENTER THE GODDAMNED RING! I DON'T EVEN NEED TO OPEN THIS MOTHERFUCKER TO KNOW IT'S OWEN HART! HEY, OWEN, COME OUT HERE! YOUR FUCKING AWARD IS READY!"

Owen walked out with his Best Match Slammy, as well as his Best Theme and 1997 Wrestler Of The Year award.

"Aw, thanks, Shawn, but I can't take that award! I don't even know if I've won! Now come on, do it right, open the envelope."

Shawn groaned, opened the envelope, and rolled his eyes.

"And the winner is... uggggh, Owen Hart." Owen smiled and took the award, walking off as Shawn stared a hole in him.