The Wrestling God!
The crowd was silent until JBL's theme hit. Once the first bells began to ring, and the cow moo'd, the crowd broke out in Boo's!
Off the ramp, on the right, John Bradshaw Layfield's white stretch limo came rolling out. When it stopped, a man exited the driver's seat and walked back to the back seat. He opened the door.
Layfield stepped out in his signature suit and cowboy hat. He smiled at the crowd and took his hat off to them, even though they were booing.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Please welcome, John Bradshaw Layfield, JBL!
He jumped up on the ramp and walked down it. JBL walked up the steps onto the apron, and wiped his boots. He then entered the ring.
John asked and received a microphone from one of the TNWF staff at ringside.
Bradshaw's theme faded away, as John put the microphone close to his mouth to begin to speak
"Shane McMahon..Shane McMahon..Shane McMahon"
The crowd let out boo's as soon as Bradshaw began to say his name.
"Rumor has it, that you're going around saying that I am a greedy cowboy..A greedy cowboy? Really? Do you even know what greedy means? Doubt it..The only greedy person, between us, is you. All you came to TNWF to do was to get a Wrestlemania match. That is all I have seen out of you since you got here. Wrestlemania this, Wrestlemania that. I have not seen one match out of you since you came into this company. Just because you're the bosses son, you think you can get a Wrestlemania match without even competing in another match? That's all you do. You take advantage of your father being Vince McMahon. If it weren't for 'daddy' you wouldn't be getting a Wrestlemania match. Without him you'd be squat in this company. That's the difference between you and me. I got into the company by working off my a**, while you mooched off your father's success. Just because your last name is McMahon, you think you're tough crap. But you're not. Shane, the board of directors made a huge mistake when they gave you power in this company. Hell, we all know that all you had to do to get the promotion was to whine and complain and beg until Vince, and the rest of the board, got tired of hearing your crap and told you to take your promotion and get the hell out of there. But, I'm getting off topic here. What I'm really out here for is to call you out to this ring. If you're so damn tough, come into this ring and call me a lame insult, like greedy cowboy, right to my face."
JBL lowered his microphone and waited.
The crowd was silent until JBL's theme hit. Once the first bells began to ring, and the cow moo'd, the crowd broke out in Boo's!
Off the ramp, on the right, John Bradshaw Layfield's white stretch limo came rolling out. When it stopped, a man exited the driver's seat and walked back to the back seat. He opened the door.
Layfield stepped out in his signature suit and cowboy hat. He smiled at the crowd and took his hat off to them, even though they were booing.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Please welcome, John Bradshaw Layfield, JBL!
He jumped up on the ramp and walked down it. JBL walked up the steps onto the apron, and wiped his boots. He then entered the ring.
John asked and received a microphone from one of the TNWF staff at ringside.
Bradshaw's theme faded away, as John put the microphone close to his mouth to begin to speak
"Shane McMahon..Shane McMahon..Shane McMahon"
The crowd let out boo's as soon as Bradshaw began to say his name.
"Rumor has it, that you're going around saying that I am a greedy cowboy..A greedy cowboy? Really? Do you even know what greedy means? Doubt it..The only greedy person, between us, is you. All you came to TNWF to do was to get a Wrestlemania match. That is all I have seen out of you since you got here. Wrestlemania this, Wrestlemania that. I have not seen one match out of you since you came into this company. Just because you're the bosses son, you think you can get a Wrestlemania match without even competing in another match? That's all you do. You take advantage of your father being Vince McMahon. If it weren't for 'daddy' you wouldn't be getting a Wrestlemania match. Without him you'd be squat in this company. That's the difference between you and me. I got into the company by working off my a**, while you mooched off your father's success. Just because your last name is McMahon, you think you're tough crap. But you're not. Shane, the board of directors made a huge mistake when they gave you power in this company. Hell, we all know that all you had to do to get the promotion was to whine and complain and beg until Vince, and the rest of the board, got tired of hearing your crap and told you to take your promotion and get the hell out of there. But, I'm getting off topic here. What I'm really out here for is to call you out to this ring. If you're so damn tough, come into this ring and call me a lame insult, like greedy cowboy, right to my face."
JBL lowered his microphone and waited.
Shane then gets a microphone as Shane glares at JBL then smirks and says. Wow JBL first you go on twitter now your calling me out? But don't worry John everything I said about you is true your greedy, your slimy, and I don't trust you to be apart this company. My family legacy company and the bad fact about it is that your saying I came to TNWF for a Wrestlemania match. No your wrong John however John I never liked you not then not now and then you have the balls to say my promotion was a fluke. Its not a fluke because you know I'm going to defeat my father at Wrestlemania and after,after I do that i'm going to attempt to take over this company and drain out GREEDY COWBOYS like you! (Shane then starts to mock JBL in making a crybaby face and trying to make his voice) Well my name is JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD AND I'M A WRESTLING GOD! (Crowd laughs a little bit taunting JBL) AND I'M CALLING YOU OUT DADDY'S BOY! (Shane then gets serious) Now remember when I said I wanted to step back in this ring? Hell i would not mind kicking a trash can deep in your face! Shane then lowers the mic to wait for JBL. 