Within our hearts we kept true to you,
But our heads deny our souls in having a clue,
Six men to arrive,
Only one to leave,
You wern't to be the man this time,
But in our hearts that's all we perceive.
One untimely injury to which we all despise,
Played more in backstage propiganda then what is usually shielded form public eyes,
For the private fued may have already begun,
As each addition it adds more pain,
However you still lived up to the Heartbreak Kid's name.
A jail cell in disguise although you have done no wrong,
Chambers that offer protection are where the others are strung,
This fued which has just been started,
Flung to the back of minds,
For your start is against a man from not so recent times.
Membrants of the first run,
Flowing through you looks,
No matter the rages,
Or countless addition of pages,
Your plce is cemented in the history books.
Your faith plays a partin the rundown,
All traditions are still kept,
The one who followed in your footsteps,
Now finds endeavour where he wept.
The start is vintage icon,
Whipped into turnbuckle too,
But as pain sets in,
The clock begins,
Further chaos wants to add itself,but who?
The young prtender gathers,
His thoughts are crystal clear,
Remove the fueding presence,
The heel is nothing to fear,
But the heel does not trust the young,
Will not be led astray,
For young Orton is to willing,
When it comes to taking pride away.
As the walls become locked in,
And faith is reaching low,
The mighty count begins again,
And saves a serious blow.
A friend gives chance of restbite,
But compertition is too much,
The thought and desire to wear such gold,
Kicks friendship into touch.
To misplace trust can end your dya,
Underestimating oppanonts amkes you easy prey,
Taken out by the texas heel as the music plays,
After the end the former friend will not touch as respect drives him away.
An old rival and forever lasting hate,
Comes served upon a metal plate,
But action between the two is short and quickly stalls,
As the chin is thrusted to annoucers calls,
One man bides his time,
But the real man is ready,
However when the beast is unleashed it's even harder to keep the ship steady.
Pretenders are often cast off rather quickly,
But for the other talent to be subjuded in a short period is rather sickly,
Now it seems it was just a cover,
For the fued of which it begun,
The nail went into the coffin,
Allowed the bell to be rung.
The metal object passed back through the chain,
The belt around the game's chest is all that remain.
The showstoppa was not dissapointing,
Despite his time being reduced,
He put on a show,
As only the icon knows,
Leaving us even more confused.
The writing should not be credited,
As the setup was shortlived,
A match to outrun the first one,
For what i would have gived.
The fued which was undermined,
Now returns to its predetermined track,
But one things for sure,
wwe will be no bore,
As long as Shawn Michaels is back.
By: Trish