Lesnar was in the ring with an angry face on. He grabbed a microphone and sat down on a corner.
He spoke.

"I'm tired of superstars declining my matches. Yes, I am in here to make it to he top and everyone's is a little a** hole that can't step out of their shadows, and go face to face with me in a Cell a few days from now!

I am taking this time for anyone to come out here and tell me they will be in this ring at Hell in A Cell with me!"

"You know what?, Maybe i'll wait til' Saturday Night Lights and do something. One of you shadows show yourselves and get in this ring 1-on-1 with me, inside a Cell!"

Lesnar dropped the microphone and rolled out the ring with anger as his song played. Brock Lesnar walked his way to his locker.

{NOTE: HURRICANE HELMS CANNOT FACE ME AT HELL IN A CELL, DUE TO YA KNOW..}