Triple H is up to announce the winner of the "Shocking Swerve of the year" category.

"Man, I can't believe we surprise each other enough that there's an award for it. Anything really can happen in the WWF! Anyway..." Triple H opened the envelope and gave a hearty chuckle.

"Oh shit! The winner of "Shocking Swerve of the year" goes to....Adam "Edge" Copeland! Ha! Shout out to Vince here, you must be loving this. Okay, I just gotta say it: ECW! ECW! EDGE, EDGE, EDGE, ADAM COPELAND, HARDCORE, EXTREME! Whew, got that out of my system! And to top it all off, here's the video!" The video of the now-classic tirade was shown.

[quote="Edge"]
Edge rolls through into the crowd, and checks his mic before starting to cut a promo:

"Triple H, you pedigreed me out of this company just a few months ago, and who the hell are you? Best friends with two guys who decided they weren't making enough money from Scrooge McMahon and some jerkoff who looks like a male stripper? You make me sick. You're in this match because of your connections, not your wrestling skill! When you talk, my ears bleed. But hey, I bet you're selling a lot of seat cushions, aren't you? But I'm not here just to talk about you, Triple H. I've got bigger fish to fry.

It wasn't too long ago that I got fired from the WWF. I wake up, I get a phone call, he tells me they're exercising the termination clause of my contract and I'll be getting a pink slip in the mail and a little buyout, to make it official. And now look at me, I'm main eventing one of their pay per views. How far I have come from when I was so green I'd get booed out of the building.

But this is a live, uncensored, unfiltered broadcast where WWF fans have paid to see ME, Adam Copeland, EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING, not this blueblood trash in front of me! I'm proving old Vince wrong about everything with my very presence! These are my people, not yours! And I'm here to throw a pipe wrench in your wheels!

How? Let me explain it to everyone. There's this creative "genius" named Vince Russo up in Connecticut. You might know him as Vic Venom. This man told Triple H to spike my head into the fucking mat and try to end my career because I was hurting their ratings! Oh, I'm sorry, Sky Sports, I'm not supposed to say that, am I? Well I'm not rated PG, or 14, I'm Rated R! Vince Russo is a magazine writer who doesn't know the first goddamn thing about wrestling. And Triple H, the fact that you went along with his plan makes you just as big of a piece of shit as he is! The way your friends down south throw money around you could've gotten a job there making ten times as much with one simple word: No.

You people, you don't know what you're missing! You wanna see something other than 40-year-old drug-addled bodybuilding rejects with balls the size of raisins jerking each other off on television for $50,000 every Monday night to feed a demented millionaire's sexual frus-"

Bret hits the Mic out of Edge's hands, and tells him off, as Austin grabs Bret from behind and throws him into the Announce table. Edge bends over to grab the Microphone again, but Hunter already has it, and is running at him. Edge runs out of the arena, as Hunter follows, screaming bloody murder (literally, the mic was picking up shouts of “I'M GONNA KILL YOU KID” and the like).
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"Wow, he doesn't seem to like me very much." Hunter remarked in a flippant manner, followed by a dismissive shrug.

"Anyway, Edge...Adam...whatever. Your Slammy will be in the bingo parlor in 6-8 business days."