Looks like I'm going to the Royal Rumble.
Aww yeah.
FOOTE, let me get this straight: There are 30 precious spots in the Royal Rumble, 30 golden tickets to the main event of Wrestlemania, and you just want to show up and take one?
You really want to snub some superstar who worked all year long, who's wanted their one dream, you want to shove them aside just so you can compete in front of your snotty, bratty kids one more time?
I know you've been doing stand-up comedy, and I even went to one of your shows, I watched you try, and if this is one of your skits or bits or whatever, it's funny, but if not, your Royal Rumble experience would go something like this: 'Yay, daddy's in the Royal Rum-- Aww, he's over the top rope. Well, our lives are complete, better go back to school to get beat up. Hope daddy didn't eat our lunches again.
That's great, that's what every superstar wishes for. To be in there and win the Royal Rumble. That's what I work all year long to do, to prove myself. Last week, I beat John Cena, he actually ran out of here. Awkwardly, but he ran out of here to get away from me. I beat CM Punk two weeks in a row! I can't believe that you're out here. I can't think that when I win that Royal Rumble match and defeat CM Punk in the same night to become the WWE Champion, I can't think of a bigger let-down than if you were to somehow win and I was forced to defend my WWE Championship against an out-of-shape, has-been, was never that good to begin with, glorified stuntman, walking punchline that you are! You didn't just come here to make two points Mick, you came here to make one more. You came here to make a fool out of yourself one more time, and for once in your career, you succeeded. I'm going to tell you this as straight as I can, it's over. Go home. Buy a new shirt, eat a salad and just go away!