*The sound of crows chirping blared through the arena as Raven's entrance music hit the Titantron. The lights dimmed and Triple H could be seen standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone. He had a Raven-like wig on and was dressed like Raven as the crowd booed him.*
Listen to me! I am Raven!
*Triple H did an sound imitation of a crow, mocking Raven.*
Hear me! I am better than everyone here in this business. I am better than Ken Shamrock. I am better than Big Evil Biker. I am better than Edge and I am certainly better than Triple H even though I have never won a title in the WWF.
*Triple H paused for a moment to let his statements sink in.*
So this Saturday, I will face the Game in an ECW style match. But I am scared. I am scared of the Game ending my career. I am scared of the 11 time World Heavyweight Champion. I am scared of the Pedigree and the End Game. Most of all, deep in my heart, I know fear is going to get the best of me on Saturday and I will lose!
*The crowd started chanting, "***hole."*
But I will still be here quoting poems. I ripped off Edgar Allen Poe by saying, "Quote the Raven nevermore." Quote the Raven never more. Quote the Raven never more.
*The Game chuckled.*
Now I will be quoting Shakespeare: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
*Suddenly the Game took off his wig and tore his shirt.*
Raven, you Keats wannabe, you're nothing. I promise to the world that I will leave you in a bloody mess on Saturday. Quote that!
*Triple H suddenly kicked the cameraman in the gut and nailed him with a Pedigree. He stood up and looked at the ref who stood beside him and knocked him out with the End Game. The catcalls became louder as Triple H smirked. "The Game" by Motorhead hit the Titantron and Triple H went backstage.*