Brock Lesnar can be seen frantically pacing around the locker room, angrily mumbling to himself about something. He suddenly spins his head around when he hears footsteps approaching him. Heading towards him in a confident, unflinching stride, despite the now furious look on the World Heavyweight Champion's face, is Paul Heyman. Lesnar heads over to Heyman and cuts him off before he can go any further.
Lesnar: What the hell was that out there?!
Heyman: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Lesnar: With Sable?! My wife?! You had the audacity to suggest that my faithful wife...
Heyman: Oh ho ho. Your wife, she may be but faithful?
Brock grabs Heyman by the collar and pulls him in until their noses barely touch.
Lesnar: You have thrity seconds to explain yourself, Paul. If I didn't respect you enough, I wouldn't give it a second thought; I'd plow your ass into the dirt.
Releasing Paul from his grip, Heyman dusts his shirt off, seemingly unharmed. Then, out of nowhere, Heyman smacks Lesnar across the face with a backhanded slap.
Heyman: No! YOU'RE the one who needs to do the explaining! Just how the hell do you expect the dynasty of Brock Lesnar to survive with your wife jeopardizing your future?! Are you even aware of what she could have cost you had I not stepped in?
Brock, too stunned to respond, is a victim to another backhanded slap from Heyman. Instead of screaming at the top of his voice again, Heyman just barrels on in a hushed yet abrasive tone.
Heyman: Think about it for a second! Do you honestly believe that with the medical report that was released, that Austin was acting OR that he just simply passed out? The doctors who examined him would have found out that and it'd be on the front page on wwe.com in seconds! I had to bribe a forensic professional who works under the FEDERAL branch to get those fake lab reports! I could have been incarcerated for LIFE had he decided to press charges against me! Thanks to her, I had to take such drastic measures to clear your name so that all three of us wouldn't be...
Heyman just cuts himself off and groans in frustration.
Heyman: Look, look. I'm sorry. I...uh, I shouldn't have lost my head like that. You know I'd do anything for you, Brock but your wife has GOT TO GO. She nearly cost you everything that you and I have fought for for an ENTIRE decade. I cannot risk being associated with her anymore if she continue to act so careless. As your advisor, I am begging you to put her on a leash. Stop letting her manage decisions without your consent. Trust me, you will pay dearly if you don't. Please.