Clever.

[Cory]

The camera opened up on Paul Heyman, flanked by his prestigious client, Brock Lesnar. Heyman already had a sarcastically bemused smirk on his features. He gave a half-hearted round of applause.

Paul Heyman: Well, well. Congratulations, Miz. You've finally completed your descent into obscurity. As if your less than remarkable match with AJ Styles didn't already do that.

Lesnar smirked and gave the camera a thumbs up.

Paul Heyman: Please, tell me more about how I'm fat, and please don't spare me the 2nd grade reading level vocabulary, or the originality of bringing someone even less relevant than you to the fold, allowing him to be your mouthpiece. You see, there's a huge difference in what my client does, compared to what you do. Miz, my client hired me as a mouthpiece because he's not an eloquent speaker. That's the honest truth. He's no good at speaking his mind on a microphone, and he certainly doesn't have the golden gift of gab, as it were. My client prefers to specialize in the things that he is best at. Breaking bones. Tearing his opponents limb from limb. That's my client's wheelhouse.

Lesnar silently nodded, cracking his gloved knuckles.

Paul Heyman: He's no good at... whatever it is that you do. Lord knows it's not wrestling. He's not charismatic, or boisterous. He's not outgoing or witty. He's a... well, I'll let him put it in his own words.

Heyman casually pointed the mic in Brock's direction.

Brock Lesnar: I'm an ass kicker.

Paul Heyman: He's an ass kicker! A bona fide, destruction craving war machine. That's what MY client is. And you can march out Alex Riley, or ... well, since you clearly have no other friends, you can at least still march out Alex Riley, to pretend that you're Brock Lesnar all you like. But you're not Brock Lesnar. Alex Riley isn't Brock Lesnar. John Cena isn't Brock Lesnar. Wes Ikeda CERTAINLY isn't Brock Lesnar. And until one of you can spontaneously BECOME Brock Lesnar, you don't really stand a chance at defeating.... Bawwwwrrooooccckkk... Lesnar.

Paul smiled, gripping the mic with both hands and holding it against his chest. He tapped it against his shirt for a moment before returning it back to his lips.

Paul Heyman: My client truly would like to express his deepest regrets at the next few days of your life, Mr. Miz. Truly, a man with the raw power and dominance of my client would never use that power to maim and disfigure someone unless it were absolutely necessary. And trust me when I say this - the act of putting you in the hospital is truly unavoidable. Simply because, well...

Heyman smiled.

Paul Heyman: You're in the way.

With that, Lesnar walked up to the camera and shoved it to the ground. The final view was up towards the ceiling as the camera collapsed to the floor. The scene faded.