After the match, Titan is livid. "THAT DIDN'T COUNT! THAT DID NOT COUNT!" He goes to ringside, and starts yelling at Shawn. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Shawn closes his book. "I was booked for a match against Liger. A singles match. I wasn't booked for a match against Owen, and I'm not gonna wrestle a match against Owen until Wrestlemania. If you're gonna take it up with anyone, take it up with Steve." Shawn returned to his book. Titan was miffed, but understood he wasn't going to get anywhere talking to a brick wall. He turned to Owen. "Still, the point remains. Liger didn't beat Shawn. He beat Vince. Ergo, you still haven't found me an opponent. You know what, if a suitable opponent doesn't march his ass down here in the next five minutes, I'll-" [Mick Foley's music]MICK FOLEY RETURNED, LOOKING SPRIGHTLY AFTER A THREE MONTH HIATUS!
"HEY TITAN! EVER SINCE I LEFT I'VE BEEN HEARIN' JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU! YOU'VE BEEN RUNNING YOUR MOUTH ABOUT WANTING A FIGHT, AND I'M JUST THE GUY TO GIVE IT TO YA! YOU AND ME! WRESTLEMANIA! IN A HARDCORE FALLS! COUNT! ANYWHERE MATCH! THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, TITAN?"
Titan grinned. "Yeah. Just about." He stared down with Foley, a hardcore David vs a sardonic Goliath, with the Wrestlemania 14 banner behind them, to end the show.