- Cactus Jack: I believe congratulations are in order for Triple H, because he did something I believed could not be done. You see, he made Mankind mad. And the question is, Triple H, why? He was friendly, he was funny, he was downright huggable, but you should've known somewhere deep down in his twisted soul, there was a sick SOB waiting to be woken up! And you know what you did, Triple H? You woke up the SOB when you cracked me over the head with that ring bell. Remember it well! Remember it well! And when I felt the warm blood running down my face, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it just a little bit. Because it was at that time that I realized who, deep down, I had been all along: Cactus Jack! You know, Triple H, you should remember Cactus Jack, and if you don't, well, I'd like you to pull up a seat and look at the TV monitor, 'cause I've got one hell of a reminder of 2 1/2 years ago. The man they said did not look like a star, the man they said was not cut out for the WWF, rocked Madison Square Garden and he rocked your world!
- [as clips from their 1997 match are shown]
- Cactus Jack: Entering the hallowed halls, the same MSG I went to as a child, and you paid the price! You paid the price, Triple H, and you will pay again. How'd it feel, Triple H, knowing that I will make you suffer? That I will give you pain that 1997 was just a little inkling of what I have in store for you. And I'll be upright and I'll be honest, Mick Foley, Cactus Jack, Mankind, they took a hell of a beating for a hell of a long time, and there is no way that a normal man should still be walking around after the punishment that's been dished out. And therein lies the secret, because I sure as hell am not a normal man. You see, I spent most of the last year worrying about the fact that I was not the man that I used to be, asking forgiveness from the fans, and you know what? The fans forgave me...
- [the audience cheers]
- Cactus Jack: ...because Mankind became one entertaining son of a gun. And I don't look down on Mankind, and there will be a day when he returns and he will all make us laugh, but this Sunday will not be that day, because there will be no laughter. You see, Triple H, in Madison Square Garden at the Royal Rumble, I am not going to pretend that I'm the man I used to be. I'm going to be just a little bit better. And I don't regret a single night in the ten-dollar motels, I do not regret a single freezing night in the back of a '78 Ford Fairmont. I do not regret my wounds sticking to the sheets. I do not regret the ear that was cut off of my head and thrown out in a garbage can, because it's all those things, Triple H, that made me what I am. And what I am is one bad son of a bitch. And this Sunday night, what I will be is one mad son of a bitch, and I will be looking to take it all out on your ass! So when I sit backstage and I get goosebumps up and down my arms, and I lace up those leopard-skin boots, it's not just a change in outfit, it's a change in mindset that says "I will not be denied, and I will make you suffer." So I will take those leopard-skin boots, I'll lace up the boots, and I'll do with those boots what they were meant to do, I will kick your pansy little ass! And don't get me wrong, I can't wait 'til MSG just six days away, and I can't wait for my shot at what I feel is rightfully mine, the WWF Championship. But, oh, what I want right now is just a little piece of your ass right away. So, Triple H, if you've got the testicular fortitude, and that is a big if, come on down here now in New Haven, Connecticut. No titles on the line, just you and me, and that's all. So bring it, and bring it now!
- Jerry 'The King' Lawler: [referees try to break up a Diva catfight] No, wait, wait, wait. Let 'em work this out on their own.
- Kevin Kelly: I'm wondering if, at this time, maybe you wanted to retract your statement where you called the Big Show a jabroni.
- The Rock: Yes. The Rock does wanna retract his statement. The Big Show is not a jabroni. But what the Big Show is, is a 7-foot, 500-pound steaming, stinking, steaming, stinking pile of grade-A monkey crap! And the Rock says this, Big Show, did the Rock call you a jabroni? You're damn right he did; he called 20 others a jabroni, as well. Shut your mouth and look at the Rock, read the Rock's lips: jabroni. J-A-B-R-O-N-I, X, Y, Z, A, B, C, oh, it doesn't matter how you spell jabroni! The Rock says this, Big Show, come Royal Rumble, the Rock's Rumble, the Rock guaran-damn-tees to take his hand and one by one by damn one over the top rope, the Rock guaran-damn-teeing winning the Royal Rumble, the Rock going to WrestleMania, and walking out of WrestleMania the People's Champion.
- [the audience cheers]
- The Rock: And on top of that, the Rock walking out of WrestleMania, without a shadow of a doubt, the best damn WWF Champion there ever was! But first things first, Big Show, tonight, once again the Rock making your monkey ass famous, once again you teaming up with the Rock, once again you, the Rock's tag team partner, make no mistake about it, the Rock does not need you as a tag team partner, the Rock does not want you as a tag team partner. But the Rock says this, you run your mouth about how it's personal between you and the Great One. Well, the Rock says if you wanna do something personal for the Rock, the Rock wants you to do something special. He wants you to stand out on that apron, and the Rock wants you to do the one impressive thing that you do.
- [imitating Big Show's chokeslam gesture with a moaning yell]
- The Rock: Jabroni. IF YOU SMELL-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-OW! What the Rock...
- [the crowd chants "is cooking"; pushing Kevin away, the Rock does his head tilt and raises his eyebrow]
- The Rock: ...is cooking.
- Triple H: Cactus Jack. The myth. The legend. You know, for four days now, I've thought about nothing else but Cactus Jack. You know, at the Rumble, it's gonna be you and me for the WWF title in a street fight. Now, I have to admit, that wouldn't have been my first choice of matches with you. That match was made under duress.
- [the audience chants "asshole" at him]
- Triple H: But... be that as it may, a street fight it shall be. Cactus Jack and the Game will pull out all the stops...
- [holding the title belt up]
- Triple H: With the most precious title there is on the line. But, as you stand in that ring, and you try to convince yourself and these people just how bad you really are, I'm gonna let you in on a secret. Because, as sadistic as you can be, at the Rumble, I will reach down to a place that I have never been in my life, and be that much more sadistic, be that much more twisted, be that much more evil than you could ever imagine you could be in your life! The other half of that secret is, that as sadistic as you are, I figured something out. I have figured out that while Cactus Jack might be a sadistic son of a bitch, Mick Foley hates his damn guts! As a matter of fact, I have a feeling Mick Foley might even be a little bit afraid of Cactus Jack. Every time you have maimed somebody, every time you have crippled, every time you have been as sadistic as you could be, Mick Foley dies a little bit inside because he can't stand you! Well, the difference between you and me is, when I get to that level, when I get that sadistic, when I get that sick, when I get that twisted, I will *LOVE* every damn second of it! So, Mick Foley, at the Royal Rumble, you bring Cactus Jack and you be scared, you be afraid, you be very afraid, because what I am bringing is gonna be more than you ever dreamed of, and it is gonna be more than you can ever handle.
- Cactus Jack: Well, Triple H, that's real good, and you keep trying to fill yourself with that false confidence, but I got a question concerning tonight, and 20,000 fans in this arena...
- [the audience cheers]
- Cactus Jack: ...and millions around the world who wanna see you and me right about... now.
- Triple H: Let me tell you what. If you're asking me to walk down to that ring, and party with your sick ass, I would love to.