Owen Hart got in the ring and called out Shawn Michaels.

"Heartbreak! Get out here! Last night, I was on the precipice of glory, I was this close to winning the Royal Rumble, and you cheated me out of it. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Shawn sauntered out.

"No, no, no, no, no, Owen. I didn't cheat you out of anything. You don't deserve anything! I won that battle royal, I won #30, and I was right there in that final 4. I gave you the chance to skedaddle and let me claim my destiny, but you, that little punk ass Jericho, and old Marty didn't listen! You cheated me! You fucked me over! I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! I WORKED MY ASS OFF TO GET WHERE I AM TODAY! I ATE SHIT EVERY DAY FOR A DECADE, BECAUSE THAT'S THE WAY THAT WORKS! What the fuck did you ever do? What the fuck did you ever achieve? You just hung around with that jackass Bret, and that jackass Cornette, and mooched your way to the top! I'm an achiever, you're nothing but a fucking leech! You leeched off Bret, you leeched off Cornette, and now you've got me out here and you're leeching off me! You're stealing my goddamn life energy! People like you are fucking energy vampires ripping out my soul! Get away from me, moocher, get away! You don't deserve to share the air with winners like me, or Titan, or Mr. McMahon!"

Shawn threw a wild Sweet Chin Music at Owen, and it missed by a mile. Owen came in close and stared Shawn in the eyes.

"I don't know what's going on with you, but I'll see you at In Your House." He threw down the mic and walked off as Shawn kept bugging out.