Brock: Funny. Every time someone knows I'm on the hunt for them, they disappear. Tyson, Edge and now Anderson, too. Winning around here, unless you're me, is a bad thing. You might as well not want to succeed because if you try, you'll be brushing shoulders with me and I don't share anything especially the prominence that belongs to me. Each and everyone of the Nitro roster members better be taking notice of my match with Anderson at Summerslam because the vicious beating I give him will be what's in store for anyone who thinks that they're ready to step up to the plate and lock eyes with me across the ring. I guarantee you that you won't find any mercy within me because I'm no longer affording it. Before, I would just make you crawl back to the corner, reflect on the ass kicking I gave you and make the wise decision concerning trifling with me. Now? You'll be lucky if you'll be able to crawl. I can make men disappear with words alone. With my fists doing the talking, you'll be pleading for mercy while bleeding and crying before I snuff you and your ambitions out once and for all.