(As Raw returns from commerical, the Dudley Boys are in the ring.)

Bubba Ray Dudley:
It's real simple, we ain't leaving this ring, until we get a shot at the tag
team titles.  A couple of weeks ago, we got screwed out of our shot, because
some little punk referee can't take a few hits.  We know that we're better
than Tazz and Cena, we know that we're better than Michaels and Foley, and all
these people know it too, no matter how stupid they all are.

D-Von Dudley:
HBK, Cactus, it's time for you to testify to the Dudley Boys, so either you
come down here right now, or we'll go to back and find your punk asses.

(The crowd starts a split chant, half chanting "HBK" and half chanting "Foley")

Bubba Ray Dudley:
Yeah, cheer for them all you want now, but you're all gonna be crying once we
get done kicking their asses.  Come on you sons of bitches, bring your ass out
here right n...

(Cactus Jack's music kicks in, and he emerges on the ramp.  He's followed soon
after by HBK, and the champs make their way to the ring for the match.)