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This match is a No Holds Barred Match scheduled for one fall,
where there are no count-outs and no disqualifications.
(SEXY BOY PLAYING)
Introducing first, from San Antonio, Texas,
the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels.
(INAUDIBLE)
JR: Shawn Michaels has been on the highway to hell thanks to the McMahons.
This young man has changed his life.
He has made some very positive life-changing decisions.
But Mr. McMahon, the demonic Mr. McMahon, cannot stand
to see Shawn Michaels content, to see him happy.
I know why I'm back here. I was brought back here tonight
so I could call Mr. McMahon taking Shawn Michaels to hell
and leaving him there.
JERRY: Well, I'm afraid you're right about that. But there's only one HBK.
nobody is more flamboyant, and nobody over the years has proven to be more resilient.
Can HBK take the detour? Can he take the exit ramp back off that highway to hell?
That's what we're gonna find out.
JR: Michaels' first WrestleMania was 17 years ago.
This marks the 10th Anniversary of the WrestleMania
where Michaels won his first WWE Title.
But this match tonight is not about titles, it's about survival,
and it's damn sure personal.
(NO CHANCE IN HELL PLAYING)
LILIAN: And making his way to the ring, weighing in at 248 pounds,
he is the Chairman of World Wrestling Entertainment,
Mr. McMahon.
JR: Well he is obviously in unbelievable shape for 60 years old,
and to look like that is amazing.
But he is still one sick, perverse son of a ***.
He is genuinely evil. He is headed to hell, is Mr. McMahon,
and in my opinion, I don't think he can wait to get there so he can take over.
Can you imagine his board meetings in hell?
I've been in some, I can.
I'm sorry folks, but I'm a little more personal about this match than normal.
I joined his kiss-my-*** club, I've been fired on numerous occasions.
JERRY: Well, he's coming over here close us.
I bet you'd like to take a cheap shot at him, wouldn't you, JR?
Wait a minute, what is this now?
JR: What is McMahon doing here?
JERRY: Telling Shawn Michaels to look at this. Oh, boy.
JR: Oh, for God's sakes.
JERRY: He's the cover boy for Muscle & Fitness magazine, all right.
JR: He's an egomaniac, is Mr. McMahon.
JR: Shawn Michaels has seen enough!
Michaels has seen enough, and this fight is on.
And, by God, it's gonna be a fight.
Shawn Michaels, a hard knock, and those chops across that giant chest.
JR: Oh! McMahon's head,
cracking on the table. Just too damn bad.
Shawn Michaels again, opening up the offense.
JERRY: Easy, guys!
Get him in the ring!
JR has lost his headset.
Shawn Michaels has thrown Mr. McMahon on our announce table,
tried to throw him through it.
And now he's trying to put his fist through Mr. McMahon's head.
JR, get miked up again, we're...
Where's our sound man? We need some help over here.
Shawn Michaels now, he's on his way, he's got that...
Got that framed Muscle & Fitness magazine cover.
JR,
I think you're gonna enjoy this.
JR: Now hit him in the head with it, and then shove it up his ***!
JERRY: Now easy, JR!
You gotta try to be a little bit objective about this.
JR: I'm not gonna be objective. This may be my last broadcast.
Let's go out with a blaze of glory.
Well, I'll tell you what.
Shawn Michaels made some disturbing remarks.
JR: Wait!
Oh, look at these damn cheerleaders, the Spirit Squad.
Remember No Holds Barred, no one can be disqualified.
McMahon's always got a plan. He's always got an exit strategy.
He's always got his bases covered, and there's nothing the referee can do about this.
JERRY: Those damn jock sniffers, the Spirit Squad
swarming all over Shawn Michaels.
We've seen this before, look out now.
JR: Oh, this makes me sick.
These guys are like a human boil on the tailbone of life.
Dressed in their green and white...
Sickening little cheerleader stunt, by God.
Someone get the hook. Get some security.
JERRY: Now, in the meantime, Mr. McMahon is having the opportunity
to recuperate over here, now these guys are gonna try to
JR: I see why Mr. McMahon was so confident
when he strutted down to the ring. He's always got a plan B.
And Michaels now... Look at these guys, sucking up to Mr. Mahon.
Just pull his pants down and kiss his ***, Spirit Squad.
That's what you need to do.
My God. Michaels trying to fight off the world here.
Boola Boola!
Bring your megaphone again, you idiots.
Give Michaels a weapon.
JERRY: Two, four, six, eight, we know who we appreciate right now.
JR: Well, I'll tell you what's happening here,
Mr. McMahon's getting a well-deserved... Whoa...
Oh, my God!
Spirit Squad,
JERRY: Oh!
Oh, Michaels spitting on the Spirit Squad...
JR: Michaels down, and what a thunderous clothesline
by Mr. McMahon, who's bleeding above his right eye.
But don't discount McMahon.
He is not a refined catch-as-catch-can specialist.
But he damn sure can fight. He's been fighting all his life,
as a kid and as an adult.
JERRY: You're right about that, JR.
You can call him the embodiment of Satan if you want to, but...
I mean, look at this look on his face.
He truly hates Shawn Michaels.
The battling boss of the WWE,
has defied the odds. He beat the US government.
He has beaten the media giants Time Warner and Ted Turner.
JERRY: He's got his belt off. I think he intends to beat the hell out of Shawn Michaels.
JR: And now Michaels being whipped like a government mule at the hands of Mr. McMahon.
And that leather strap, smacking the hide,
tearing the flesh of Shawn Michaels.
McMahon has broken every commandment known to the good Lord.
And now he wants to break Shawn Michaels physically, spiritually, emotionally.
But Michaels will fight back. We've seen it time and time again.
JERRY: Oh, that chop rang his bell.
JR: And McMahon clotheslining Michaels with that leather belt.
JERRY: Look, he's so proud of himself.
You ever seen anything as arrogant or heard anything as arrogant as that prayer,
that McMahon family prayer before this match?
JR: It's a wonder they didn't get struck by lightning.
McMahon working himself into a frenzy here.
JERRY: Oh, no. Tuning up the band?
JR: He can't carry a tune.
But he might take Michaels' head off. The Chairman.
JR: It's blocked! It was blocked!
JERRY: His cloven hoof is caught!
JR: Michaels blocked the attempted superkick.
And McMahon can't block the right hands of Shawn Michaels.
McMahon staggering like Otis Campbell on a Saturday night.
JERRY: Oh, look out! Hello!
Flying forearm by Shawn Michaels, and Michaels nips up.
JERRY: Here he comes!
JR: Michaels nipped up. And, oh, now, look here.
Whip his ***.
Lean it in Shawn, hit him harder!
McMahon deserves this. He deserves every lash.
JERRY: I think he hears you, JR.
You're like Shawn Michaels' cheering squad now.
JR: Count your stock dividends now. Take the hide from him, Shawn.
He deserves it. He's made more people's lives hell than anybody alive.
JR: That covers a lot of ground.
And I'm very biased, I apologize.
JERRY: I guess his chest size is 666, isn't it?
JR: Michaels... The elbow to the black heart!
The black heart, if he has a heart, I swear to God it's black.
JERRY: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
It looks like Shawn Michaels is giving Mr. McMahon a little taste of hell.
JR: Michaels fighting back now, Michaels remembering every mile, every bumpy curve,
every hole in the road on the Road to WrestleMania.
JERRY: And look out!
JR: The prodigal son, Shane McMahon,
with a Kendo stick. Where the hell did...
JR: I didn't see Shane come in the ring.
I knew he was here, we saw him earlier.
And remember, because it's No Holds Barred, Michaels...
Oh, handcuffs.
We've seen the McMahons, what they can do
when Shawn Michaels has been handcuffed.
JERRY: Wait, wait, wait. They're having some sort of disagreement.
JR: What the hell is Mr. McMahon doing? He's taking his pants off.
Keep your britches on. Nobody wants to see your ***.
JERRY: I think it's club membership time again, JR.
JR: Good God Almighty. I mean, come on.
You're a 60-year-old man showing your *** on worldwide television.
JERRY: He's just middle aged.
JR: Shawn Michaels going downstairs.
JERRY: Will you look at that? Look at that!
JR: Shane just had his *** buried in his daddy's crack.
Downstairs! I don't think he's wearing a cup.
JR: Michaels clotheslining
the prodigy, the demon seed of Mr. McMahon, over the top.
JERRY: Oh, no. Look out.
JR: That's a citizen's arrest.
JERRY: Shane McMahon needs a Tic Tac about the size of a watermelon right now.
Instead he gets handcuffed to... What's this?
He's got the key! He's got a key to the cuffs! Well, he had a key.
JR: He did have a key, did Shane McMahon.
And now Shawn Michaels holds a key to Shane McMahon's immediate future.
JERRY: This is shades of last Monday.
JR: It ain't got nothing to do with a trust fund.
Now Shawn Michaels taunting McMahon.
JERRY: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
JR: The Kendo stick! The Singapore cane!
JR: Michaels wearing out Shane McMahon.
JERRY: He needed a good caning for a long time.
JR: A little trip to the woodshed long overdue for Shane McMahon.
The sinful son of the owner of the WWE
just got a taste of his own medicine.
JERRY: Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Vince... Good God!
JR: Good God! It's long, it's far, it's gone!
JERRY: Cubs win! Cubs win!
I think he just knocked a home run with Mr. McMahon's head here in Chicago.
JR: Good God, that chair was bent around McMahon's head.
Harry Caray heard that one in heaven.
JERRY: Oh, McMahon has opened up!
JR: I think McMahon is bleeding.
That's just too damn bad.
JERRY: JR, how happy are you right now?
JR: Shawn Michaels tuning up the band. Give it to him, Shawn!
JERRY: Whoa.
JR: Shawn, you got him, McMahon's gone.
JERRY: Get him, you...
JR: McMahon's on *** Street. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
JERRY: What is... What is this?
JR: Oh, my God. And Shane McMahon is bearing witness to his daddy's ***-whipping.
JERRY: Wait a minute. Now who's Satan, JR?
JR: I tell you...
Shawn Michaels' remarks earlier tonight were a little bit disturbing to me.
They were not the Shawn Michaels we're used to seeing, I can tell you that.
He seemed to be a little bit in a different mindset entirely.
JERRY: Oh, now, wait a minute, he's gone a little too far here!
Look out! Good grief!
JR: Welcome to Home Depot. McMahon is bleeding.
And bleeding profusely, and Shane McMahon...
Oh, my God. I think McMahon is bleeding from the top of his head.
JERRY: That ladder just... Watch this slam right into the top of McMahon's head.
Like you said, had to lace him wide open.
JR: McMahon is losing blood every time his heart beats.
The blood spurts of his head and...
JERRY: Now what?
JR: What the hell is Shawn thinking here? He's got McMahon beat.
And beat soundly. Beat convincingly.
JR: Oh, no.
JERRY: And there's not gonna be much blood left in Mr. McMahon.
JR: And the irony of it, is that the boy wonder, the crown prince, Shane McMahon,
is being forced to watch all this.
Michaels now bringing out a table. There's trash cans in the ring.
There's a bloody chairman in the ring.
JERRY: Look at Shane trying to warn his dad. Look, "That's my dad!"
"My dad who used to let me have a chauffeur-driven bicycle when I was a kid!"
Look at this now.
JR: Shawn Michaels castrated of his personal dignity at the Saturday Night Main Event.
He's getting more than his share of retribution.
JERRY: What about this... Oh! He reminded Vince of that public urine test
he was forced to take.
JR: Man, what high impact. Taking away some more brain cells
from a man who has been so diabolical, so devoid of human kindness...
He's getting everything that McMahon deserves.
JERRY: Shane's making him pay. Remember those four-on-one Spirit Squad matches
that Shane was forced to endure, thanks to Mr. McMahon?
JR: Shane McMahon, again, handcuffed at ringside
with a troubled look. I can understand that.
Because the Chairman of the WWE, his father,
is literally getting the hell beaten out of him.
And for every mile on the bumpy road on the highway to hell,
the McMahons are paying two-fold.
JERRY: Wait, wait, wait a minute.
JR: Climbing up that ladder, this is not a Ladder Match, this is No Holds Barred.
Michaels measuring the man. Shawn, put him away.
JERRY: I don't think this is a good idea, Shawn.
JR: What in the hell is Shawn Michaels thinking?
JERRY: Don't tell me he's thought of something more devious than that.
JR: Maybe Shawn is showing some compassion.
Maybe McMahon has not driven Shawn to the old Shawn Michaels after all.
JR: Hard right hand
on a helpless Shane McMahon, again, handcuffed by...
JERRY: What else could be left under there, JR?
JR: My God! Look at the size of that ladder!
JERRY: That's gotta be at least 30 feet long!
What in the world?
JR: That's one of the biggest damn ladders I've ever seen.
Michaels having a hard time navigating it.
Mr. McMahon is lying motionless.
JERRY: Will it even fit in the ring?
JR: Shane trying to get his dad up,
being made aware of what is in store for him.
JERRY: Where'd he get a ladder that tall?
JR: King, I'm not so sure that Mr. McMahon has not succeeded...
JERRY: Look at this!
JR: ...in what he wanted Shawn Michaels to become, what Shawn was before.
JERRY: Well let me just tell you what should happen right now.
The McMahons should start praying again.
Except that would start out by,
"You don't like me and I don't like you, God."
JR: God Almighty, I'd like to sell some stock right now,
I got a feeling it's gonna plunge,
just like Shawn Michaels from that ladder.
Oh! Hard right hand. McMahon bleeding. And bleeding profusely.
SHANE: That's enough! That's enough!
JR: Shane McMahon saying, "That's enough!"
And Shane McMahon may be right.
JERRY: No! No way!
JERRY: Shawn!
JR: Shawn you gotta live with yourself here.
Shawn! Don't become what McMahon wants you to become!
JERRY: This is too evil!
JR: Shawn, you gotta live with yourself.
If you survive this, you gotta live with yourself!
My God!
That must be a 20-foot ladder!
JERRY: You cannot do this!
JERRY: Suck it!
JR: D-Generation X!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
JERRY: Oh! He did it!
JR: For the love of everything that is good!
Stop the match! Shawn, beat the son of a ***. Get it over with!
Michaels...
I saw those blue eyes. And they're glazed over.
There you see Michaels. He put his own body...
I think he's put his own soul on the line, here.
JERRY: Mr. McMahon has not moved a muscle.
Oh...
JR: The doctors and trainers and medical staff coming to ringside.
Remember, it's No Holds Barred, so all this mayhem is absolutely legal.
And I am not a McMahon fan.
JR: But Shawn, enough is enough.
JERRY: Oh, look out!
JR: Shawn taking on the doctor.
JERRY: Get out of there, Doc!
JR: The hell is... Shawn Michaels has snapped here.
Shawn Michaels has reverted back to a place where, I swear to you,
I thought he would never be.
JERRY: We saw glimpses of that earlier tonight when he was in his interview.
(CROWD CHEERING)
JR: God...
JR: That is un-Michaels like, of this generation, of this era.
The old Shawn Michaels, that was commonplace.
SHANE: Get up! Get up!
JR: I thought we would never see the old Shawn Michaels.
McMahon doesn't look like a winner, but he may be winning this match.
I want you to watch this.
I'm gonna knock your teeth
down your throat! (GRUNTING)
JR: You heard it!
JERRY: Here it comes! Oh!
Oh, my God!
JR: Good God! A splash kick...
CROWD: One! Two! Three!
(SEXY BOY PLAYING)
LILIAN: Here is your winner, the Heartbreak Kid,
Shawn Michaels!
JR: Shane McMahon had to bear witness to his father's
professional assassination at the hands of HBK.
Mr. McMahon's show has been stopped by Shawn Michaels!
But, King, I think Shawn Michaels made a trip
right through downtown hell.
But HBK is coming back.
We cannot say the same thing for Mr. McMahon.
JERRY: Well, earlier in the night, Shane McMahon joined an exclusive club...
Watch this. ...at the hands of Shawn Michaels.
Vince didn't realize that his own son had his face planted in his ***.
JR: Oh, my God!
They're scraping up brains, and look at this!
JR: Oh, my God.
JERRY: What in the world?
JR: He has been battered bloody, but he's still breathing.
Satan lives!
JR: The Devil on earth breathes!
JERRY: I don't know how he breathes after what we saw. Look at this.
Like you said, they heard an elbow from about 40 feet in the air,
driven right through the black heart of Mr. McMahon.
But somehow, that heart is still beating.
JR: This is amazing. Look at the elevation.
JERRY: Unbelievable.
JR: The evil Chairman of the WWE is a tough son of a ***.
There's no doubt about it.
But now he's vacationing in hell.
And Shawn Michaels, DX, yes! Attitude, yes!
Michaels provoked by Mr. McMahon
into going to the place that Shawn said he would never travel again.
But he did.
He went to hell, but Shawn Michaels is coming back.
NARRATOR: Shawn continued to steal the show each year at WrestleMania,
proving he could have an amazing match no matter his opponent.
Michaels savored every moment since returning for his second stint with WWE,
and continually demonstrated that he was on another level.