Dearly trailer park trash,
We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the loss of the biggest fowl mouth, beer swillin', finger gesturing, piece of monkey crap that has ever graced God's green earth.
Stone Cold Steve Austin the Rock bows his head in reverence as life's eternal question will finally be answered will your rudy poo candy ass fit in that damn casket.
Unfortunately Austin it appears that vision will have to wait until Backlash to become a reality and since the Rock knew that your candy ass wasn't gonna join him here tonight the Rock brought something else here tonight to bury.
(The Rock opens his jacket and reveals the smoking skull belt)
Ya see Stone Cold Steve Austin, throwing this off the bridge just wasn't good enough uh uh . The Rock is gonna bury this piece of trash you call a belt six feet under and let it rot just like your damn career. Austin you better smell what the Rock is cookin' because at Backlash the Brama Bull is gonna come out snorting, at Backlash The Brama Bull is gonna come out spitting and at Backlash the Brama Bull is gonna take his horns and spear them right in your candy ass.
