"OH.. OH... OH... SHAWN..."

The Madison Square Garden crowd erupt in ovation as Sexy Boy hits, blasting out from every speaker, the figure of The Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels bursting onto stage, spinning around

"I THINK I'M CUTE... I KNOW I'M SEXY... I GOT THE LOOKS, THAT DRIVE THE GIRLS WILD... I GOT THE MOVES, THAT REALLY MOVE EM.... I SEND CHILLS... UP AND DOWN THEIR SPINES... I'M JUST A SEXY BOY...."

Shawn has a huge grin on his face as he stops spinning, wearing a smart suit this evening, black with a simple red Raw T-Shirt underneath, showing his allegiance, cowboy hat on his head. Michaels takes in the crowd, hand over the top of his eyes to look out into the distance before headed to each side of the stage, calling on the fans support that they give him

"What an hell of a reception folks for one of the few men to have been here on that night in 2002, on of the few survivors from that first episode of Raw is War from the Garden" goes Ross as Shawn goes down to his knees in the center of the stage and offers a short prayer, throwing his hands aloft, pyro exploding left to right behind him and back again. Shawn stands and starts to head down the aisle

"Shawn Michaels defying the odds folks, he overcame Randy Orton at No Way Out and booked his place in the main event of WrestleMania 25. Rand Orton of course the Royal Rumble winner, he believes he has a claim to that spot...."

"And he may STILL get it JR, if he became World Heavyweight Champion against Doomsday tonight... it's possible..." claims King

"The Main Event spot at WrestleMania is hotly contested at the bets of times folks... none moreso than this year with John Cena, the Undertaker, Shawn Michaels and Randy Orton all staking their claims.. and now, so may be Doomsday"

Michaels slaps hands on either side of the aisle before climbing the steps and entering the ring, no more poses this time as he bounds across the ring, applauding the fans in appreciation of the reception and going to take a mic from Lillian at ringside. Sexy Boy cuts with JR and King talking about how happy they are to see Doomsday back, Michaels headed to the center of the ring. Shawn starts to speak but is cut off by the fans, he grins

"HBK... HBK....HBK"

"Y'KNOW...." cries HBK, cutting them off

"It's great to still be here on Raw, the show that defines this business... and defines yours truly Shawn Michaels. And y'know... the Heartbreak Kid was sat backstage at the start of this show, he heard Vince and Ric talking about how they were both here that first show. I listened to the reminiss and I looked around... I saw Nightmare and the big man Kane... and that was it. No Hulk Hogan, no Steve Austin, WDS, Pimp, SA... no Sandman or Nick Show..."

"Who?" laughs King as Michaels pauses with a bemused look, not really sure where that came from himself

"Y'see, Bob Dylan once wrote... these times they are a changin.. and y'know what, they sure are. But they've been changin every year since I came back from my injury. As the World changes around the Heartbreak Kid... the more ol HBK stays the same. As I proved to each and every one of you at No Way Out, to everyone in the back... and to myself.... I STILL AM.... THE ICON... THE SHOWSTOPPER... THE MAIN EVENT...."

The crowd roar, Michaels calming a second

"Over the past seven something years... I've grown from being a degenerate jerk, the leader of a Kliq... a hellraiser and a political animal... into being something else. I was already a man back then... but I didn't act like one. I grew up over these past years... I found my salvation... my wife, my family and the Lord. I stand before you changed, no longer the Shawn Michaels I was when I last held the WWE Championship...."

Michaels pauses

"I'm better"

The crowd roar

"I am a better man, a better character... but more than that, I'm better in this ring. The good book may teach us modest and humility but that's always been the biggest sin, the one I can never handles. You see I am BETTER in this ring than any competitor in this history of this business, I am better than  the Bret Hart's, better than the Steve Austin's and the Hulk Hogan's.... and I am BETTER than John Cena"

HUGE roar here in the Garden, New York well known as having no love for Cena

"Now John... you're my friend and I respect ya... but you've got what I want"

Another pop

"For the past five years, I have helped every star in this business get himself over at my expense. Be it Batista or Randy Orton, Suffering or Nathan James. Fought em all, done the right thing for the business... and never ONCE did I get a reward other than the self satisfaction of being... the man. But in my heart... I craved to be Champion again, to prove that I could still carry this company, still be the man I was in 2002, in 2003, that I was still the man who led DX.. the nWo that debuted in this very building, I needed to prove to myself that I AM the man, that I am the heir apparent to Ric Flair, that I AM the best there is, the best th...."

Michaels is suddenly cut off by a screech of distortion, his face visibly almost falling through the canvas as the crowd EXPLODE in ovation, pink light covering a darkened stage as completely out of the blue "Hitman" hits, the beats getting louder and louder, music battling with crowd for sheer noise

"WHAT THE HELL???" cries Ross, looking equally as stunned as Shawn Michaels as the camera scans the Madison Square Garden crowd, even this smart New York crowd marking out as Bret Hart's old theme echoes through the speaker system.

"This CANNOT be...." insists Ross, camera trained on Michaels. The former WWE Champion looks in disbelief, a confusing little smile appearing for a second and then fading as if some little part of him actually hopes Bret Hart is about to walk down that aisle. Shawn's eyes train on the entrance way, almost every fan on their feet, quietening as not Bret but three other figures march onto stage, all three dressed to wrestle. The first bares stunning resemblance to the late "British Bulldog" Davey Boy Smith while the others, a pink clad Diva and athletic looking young man with strange hair, are unrecognizable to us. The trio go unannounced as they head down the aisle, both the men in black sports pants with slight pink trim

"Well that's not Bret Hart folks but I can tell you for a certainty one of those men, the one of the left there is David Hart Smith, the son of the great British Bulldog Davey Boy Smith..." JR confirms.

"She looks familiar too JR" goes King as we get a close up of the blonde Diva, pink streak in her hair. All three climb the steps and enter the ring, headed across it to take a mic, Shawn Michaels looking bemused. Hitman fades away

"First of all...." starts the man JR claimed was David Hart Smith, his accent distinctly Canadian

"I think a few introductions are in order. My name is David... HART... SMITH"

HBK gets a slight smile to his lips again as he hears the name, JR pointing out that Shawn probably hasn't been in the same ring as a Hart since Survivor Series 1997

"This man at my side is TJ Wilson, the last ever member of the Hart Family dungeon, the last student... and this... this is Natalya... Natalya NEIDHART"

"The first ever female graduate of the dungeon, daughter of Jim Neidhart..."

"Don't mention Anvils" mutters Shawn to a little laugh from the crowd who caught it. The Hart's ignoring it

"Together we are the last remnants of the Hart family dungeon, the last three... but also the FIRST three. A New Hart Foundation, a Hart Trilogy. We represent the legacy of the Hart family, in Nattie and my case, of our fathers.. but we also represent a future for this family. And here we are... in the ring... with Shawn Michaels"

DH Smith pauses, the atmosphere absolutely electric as Shawn stares back at the New Foundation, TJ Wilson the next to speak

"You know, when the history of this family is written, when the Harts exploits are all put down on paper... there's one man who's name is not Hart who will feature more than any other, a single man who is instrumental in the course of this families history.... and his name.... is Shawn Michaels"

"OH WOAH-WOAH, I wondered when we'd get ta this..." butts in Michaels

"LEMME GUESS... MONTREAL" he adds, no answer

"It always comes down to this, always down to ONE thing. No mat....."

Michaels looks to be in his full flow when all of a sudden there's another screech.... MNM's theme hitting to a chorus of boos

"What the hells business do MNM have out here?"

John Morrison is first out, wearing long fur coat and allowing his impressive hair to blow in the wind, looking almost in slow motion as Joey Nebraska and The Miz follow, Miz looking as annoying as ever in that stupid hat, grin on his face

"MNM 2 here, could possibly make a case for them being named MNM 3.0, this the third incarnation of this tag team and unusually, they fight under the Freebird rule, three members. MNM were unseated as tag team champions just a few weeks ago by John Cena and Randy Orton, subsequently losing those titles to the Undertaker and that man right there Shawn Michaels" Ross recaps, MNM striding down the aisle and each entering the rather crowded ring now

"There certainly were not pleased about what happened there JR, taking it out on the legends, Ricky Steamboat, Michael Hayes and Roddy Piper" points out Lawler, Morrison headed to get a mic as the music cuts

"Well... look what we have here...." he smirks, taking in Wilson, Hart-Smith and Neidhart

"Hart Family 90210"

The crowd boo

"Nice as it is to see WWE catering to the teen audience with the Hart kids... what these fans were really hoping for was the grown-ups.. you know... you know... Bret... Jim... Owen..."

There's a tense moment

"But I guess a cripple, a fat man and a dead guy don't put too many asses on seats"

There is a genuine millisecond of "he did not say that" silence before DEAFENING heat, Wilson holding out an arm to hold Smith back as Nebraska takes the mic

"We BEAT Steamboat, the greatest of his generation, we BEAT Hayes, the greatest tag wrestler of his generation, we beat Piper, a man who would have been the greatest in the WWF had it not been for Hogan holding him back. We beat the icons of the 1980's... and you know what... Harts..? if Bret Hart, Jim Neidhart, Owen Hart or Brian Pillman were here? we'd beat them too. They didn't deserve to stand in the same ring... as this man..."

Nebraska indicates Shawn Michaels, stood silent, listening. Morrison takes the mic back

"Shawn Michaels is EVERYTHING Bret Hart was not. Charismatic, talented... entertaining, interesting.. a rebel, a man with a vision. This mans vision CREATED the attitude era. Sure, Austin was the main man... but it was the Kliq, it was DX.. who created that attitude. And the catalyst? was screwing Bret Hart. You three will be just like the originals.... overrated... charismaless... colorless... boring... l...."

HBK suddenly steps forward, having heard enough

"FIRST OF ALL... don't presume to speak for the Heartbreak Kid" spits Michaels to a pop

"You know back in the day I didn't just dislike Bret The Hitman Hart... I LOATHED Bret Hart..."

Massively mixed response, Hart Smith, Wilson and Neidhart looking irate as Morrison and Nebraska grin, The Shamen of Sexy even applauding. The Heartbreak smiles to himself... and then drops his face, deadly serious

"But I may have hated Bret Hart... maybe a little bitter and human part of me still does... but.. and listen to this good MNM, listen like you've never listened before... I ALWAYS RESPECTED Bret Hart"

The crowd roar, MNM's faces falling, Shawn looking right at them

"No matter what our differences behind that curtain, no matter how many times we fought, I quit or I screwed him over.. no matter how many times we fought inside this ring, exchanged titles.. no matter what we said... I respected the hell out of the Hitman and I know in my heart and in his.. he respected me. So John Morrison, Joey Nebraska... whoever the hell YOU are..."

The crowd roar, laughing as the Showstopper indicates The Miz

"Don't you dare come out here and disrespect a man like Bret Hart. Maybe that sounds odd coming from me... but until you lived the life I did, till you sat in that dressing room during the Monday Night Wars. fought a man like Bret, become a comrade... you can never understand. Call it rivals loyalty... but I'm not gunna stand here and let you..." Shawn indicates Morrison

"Michael Shane's bitch..."

The crowd pop, HBK indicating Joey Nebraska

"Amy Winehouse...."

And Miz

"And y...ehh... no really, who are you?"

Miz exchanges words this time, pointing at Michaels threatening as Shawn smirks, that very old school little grin, knowing he got under Miz's skin

"...disrespect the man. You know, you three are EXACTLY what's wrong with this business, three no mark names, three guys who are all about look and attitude and hoho boy... nothing ta back it up... wanna be HBK's... without three key ingredients...."

Morrison raises his eyebrows

"You aint the Showstoppers... the Main events or the icons. So MNM, you wanna come out here and disrespect a man who did more in this business than any of you combined, disrespect the legacy or Bret Hart? to disrespect the heritage of these young Superstars in the ring right now? ... well that's fine... boys..."

Shawn's voice is as sarcastic and condescending as possible, Nebraska in particular looking pissed

"...and maybe I'm overstepping my mark... wouldn't be the FIRST time... maybe this new Hart Foundation wants nothin ta do with the Heartbreak Kid, wanna kick my teeth down my throat for what happened in the past... but you'll have ta go through ME before you say  another damn word about Bret"

There's a moments tension, Morrison raising his mic again and taking a step toward Shawn, looking him in the eye

"With pleasure" he spits.... and Michaels makes the first move, sensing it coming from Morrison and going for the preemptive strike - Right hand by Michaels, Morrison staggers and here come The Miz and Nebraska, Miz going for Natalya, Nebraska for Wilson - Right by Michaels, Right by Nebraska to Wilson, Miz grabbing Natalya by the hair..... and Neidhart kicks Miz in the balls, Joey beating Wilson back to the ropes, goes for the whip, reversed, TJ Wilson charging after Joey Nebraska as DH Smith grabs the keeled over Miz, charges with him.... and Miz is tossed to the outside.... Joey Nebraska clotheslined over after him... and Shawn Michaels finishes cleaning house, Clothesline to John Morrison up and over... and out, MNM disposed of, massive roar from the Garden, a little tension still in the air as Michaels turns to face this new Hart Foundation, a nod of respect to each of the... and back

"And did you ever think you'd see THIS JR??" squeals King

"Shawn Michaels standing tall, working with the Harts? never King" goes Ross. MNM are just backing up the aisle when the TitanTron bursts to life, an irritated Vince McMahon shown, a cardboard box on his desk with some of his things in it, his MLK picture and desk name plate both visible

"Now wait a damn minute..." growls the Chairman

"If you think I'm just gunna allow an incident as big as this go without comment... you can think again. Shawn Michaels and the Hart Foundation... I maybe retiring but I see money even on my death bed. That's why right here tonight in that very ring... I wanna see Shawn Michaels team up with DH Smith and TJ Wilson..... to face MNM..."

Huge pop

"And if MNM win, then next week... they'll get a shot at the World Tag Team Championships against you Shawn Michaels... and The Undertaker"

Another massive roar, MNM looking pleased on the outside, Michaels and the Harts equally so as the camera pulls out to show them nearing the ropes, taking some trash down at MNM at the end of the aisle and we fade to commercials.