(As Triple H prepares for the main event of the evening, Randy Orton walks into
his locker room.)

Randy Orton:
I'm here for one reason, and one reason only Hunter.  I've got a lot riding on
your match here tonight, and I want to make sure that you don't screw anything
up for me.  Wrestlemania is my chance to rise to the very top of this business,
where you've been and where I belong, and I don't want to see you ruin it for
me because of your petty jealousies.

Triple H:
Do you really think I give a crap about your Wrestlemania title shot, Orton?
Do you really think I give a crap about you?  After what you did to me, and to
Evolution?  I don't care Orton, and if me beating the hell of Benoit tonight
ruins Wrestlemania for you, then I'll be pleased.  Maybe then you'll know what
it's like to get screwed over.  That belt Benoit's wearing, it's not his, it's
certainly not yours, it's mine.  And when the time comes, I'm going to take it.
So I suggest that you get out of my face, and watch your back, because if you
try to screw with my match tonight, I guarantee you won't even make it to
Wrestlemania.  You won't even make it out of the building tonight.

Randy Orton:
Keep talking Hunter, keep talking.  Because that's all you can do now - talk.
There's no fight left in this Game any more.  That's why you have to settle
for the Intercontinental Title.  Me, I've got my eye on the main prize, and I
am going to take it, whether you like it or not.  And when I'm the champion,
maybe I'll let you have a shot, if I'm feeling generous.  Good luck Hunter,
good luck.