[[: Foreword :]] The biggest event of the Summer, Summerslam 2003 is right around the corner. And it has a jam-packed card to say the least. In one of the biggest matches of the night, The Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels will step into the ring with Syxx. Its no secret that these two haven't seen eye-to-eye in the past, especially not since Michaels started wrestling again. As seen in current weeks, these two are quite the exact opposite. HBK with his very strong Christian beliefs, and Syxx on the other hand with his very strong Satanic beliefs. These two are definately nothing short of two combustable elements, that will be placed one-on-one, head-to-head, toe-to-toe inside the ring at the biggest stage of them all. Summerslam. Live! From Seattle, Washington at the biggest venue WME has ever invaded, Safeco Field. Its without a shadow of a doubt, that when these two exact opposite's meet, its going to explode! But in HBK's mind, the outcome will be simple and that is: Syxx dancing to the tune of Sweet Chin Music! [[: End Forward :]]

'Reality Check is Here, Syxx'

Date: August 27, 2003
Place: HBK's Ranch - San Antonio, Texas
Time: 7:34 PM

[[: Scene :]] The scene opens up inside the very home of the Showstopper himself, Shawn Michaels. While this home is not a mansion, it is very elegant to say the least. Shawn is laid back in a leather recliner, infront of a big-screen TV. Shawn is watching a Dallas Cowboys game, when all the sudden. His door bell rings. Shawn gets up, and goes through the hall, opening the door to find his good buddy, Scott Hall standing there. The two slap hands. [[: End Scene :]]

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Scotty, your an hour late hombre.

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: I know, I know. Gimmie a break, huh?.

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Yea, yea, yea. So, what's the deal with this big suprise you've been telling me about?

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Heh, the reason I'm late. That's what it is.

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Well uh, I don't see anything around here..Unless you wanna hand over that Ford F150 sittin in my driveway right now...

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Heh, I don't think so chico. It took me awhile to find this. I was tearin the attic apart for an hour.

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Well where is it then? Come on the suprise is killin me here!

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: You know somethin chico your one of the most impatient guys I've ever met.

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Yea, so keep me waitin another hour, why don'tcha?!

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Aright, aright. Here, check this out...

[[: Scene :]] Hall pulls a small picture out of his back pocket, and hands it over to HBK. Shawn takes the picture and looks at it, immediately bursting out into laughter. [[: End Scene :]]

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Is that?! No! That can't be!

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Yup, that's him. Your good buddy, Syxx-Pac...Or should I say the, One..Two..Three..KID! Hahaha.

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Hahahaha, oh man. Look at the mullet! Hahaha, that is rich. Hahaha, wow..

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Doesn't even look him, does it?

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Hahahaha, nope. Not at all. The only similarity between the two is they both look like dorks. Hahaha, oh wow. Can you believe, this is the Gothic, Devil-worshiping, Satanic little boy that we've all come to know and love? Hahahaha..

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Either way chico, he still looks like a pimpled-face, greasy little sewer rat! Hahaha...

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: You gotta point buddy. But let me ask you somethin, heh..Why do you even have this picture?

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Well chico, its like this. Back in the days of the Dubbya..Dubbya..Eff..I was goin through somewhat of a...slump, you could say...Believe it or not, that little chump actually beat me...Which is how he got that stupid friggin name, One..Two..Three Kid..And well, I use to take that picture, tape it to my dart board, and throw a few...seems lame, but ahh...

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: No, no, no! Hahaha, to tell the truth..Thats actually a darn good idea...I mean, what harm can actually come? A few darts won't make Kid here any uglier, for that matter, nothing will! C'mon, let's go to the den..

[[: Scene :]] Shawn closes the front door as he and Hall walk through the house and go into the Den. There's a huge fireplace, with a huge bull skull above it. There's a long wind-around baidge leather couch, with animal hide on the wall. And ofcourse another Big screen TV. Among that is also a pool table, a bar in the corner, and a dartboard on the wall. Shawn approaches it, and tapes the picture to it, backing away laughing. [[: End Scene :]]

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Hahahaha, you know Scotty..The more and more I think about it, the more and more it starts to piece together..I mean, take a look at that picture. So young and innocent. Then take alook at the Syxx of today. A transformation like that doesn't just happen over night, it takes your whole life...

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: You seen this front that Syxx-Pac is puttin on is...well...fake?

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Oh my, my, my! How quick you catch on Scotty because that's exactly what I'm sayin! Syxx needs to sit back and have a reality check. Heck everybody who's anybody knows damn well that this is just one big facade put on by Syxx. If I had to bet money on it, I'd say its something like...trying to get back at his parents, Hahahaha...Know what I mean? One of those deals...

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Heh, I wouldn't doubt it. There's no tellin what that little chump's deal is...

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Oh don't worry about that. Ole' HBK will find out what Syxx's deal is. I'm gonna get under that boy's skin and find out exactly what he's made out of, but when its all said and done...There will be one outcome, him, dancing to the tune of Sweet...Chin...Music!

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Haha, well I wouldn't doubt the little bastard. I mean, he pulled up a win over me. And lets face it chico, if he can beat me...Well then he can sure as hell beat you, Hahaha...

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Oh ain't that right? I gotta disagree Scotty and I'm gunna prove you wrong right here, right now. What do you want to play? Round-The-Clock? Shoot-out? Killer?

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: Uhhh, actually Shawn I gotta get goin. I mean look at the time chico. I need to get back to Seattle.

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Yea, yea, yea. That's what I thought partner. Hahaha..Alright anyway, I guess your right. I'll be on my way up there bright and early tomorrow mornin'. Anyway, thanks for stoppin by and uh, thanks for the picture. Hahaha!

'Da Bad Guy' Scott Hall: No problemo, I'll let myself aright?

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Sure thing man, I'll see you sometime tomorra...

[[: Scene :]] Shawn and Scott Hall slap hands and hug. Hall then walks out, leaving Shawn holding the three darts in his hand. He then looks up at the old picture of Syxx taped to the dart board and laughs to himself. [[: End Scene :]]

'HBK' Shawn Michaels: Heh, Syxx, Syxx, Syxx..Ahh man, just what are we gunna do with you? I've said it before, and I'll say it again..You, my friend, need a reality check..And above all else, you need to stop runnin around pretendin to be someone, or something for that matter, that your not...You think your bad? You ain't even seen bad, kid...I've said this before too, its punks like you...that make Shawn Michaels a millionaire...I mean, take alook around Syxx...Look at this TV, this expensive leather couch, hell this whole entire house...But I will admit, I did have to work for it...And I had to work for it, by beating up punks like you, who thought they were actually something big...Heh, I don't think so Syxx...Just like I proved all the so-called 'young pups' wrong...Come Summerslam, I'm gunna prove you wrong...When its all said and done Syxx, you'll be the one having the revelation, and that is...You don't even hold a torch to me, The Heart Break Kid...The Icon, The Showstopper, The Main Event...Syxx, I'm comin to Summerslam, and I'm comin to fight...And the reality check...is Here...

[[: Scene :]] With that, Shawn throws the dart as it hits the forehead of Syxx dead-on. Shawn chuckles, and walks out of the room, as the camera zooms in on the dart stuck in the forehead of Syxx's old picture, just split seconds before fading to black. [[: End Scene :]]