�And new undisputed champion Triple H!�

The referee raised my hand and I gave him a look to put my title around my belt. No longer will it say Chris Jericho. It will say Triple H. Darn referee put my belt on lopsided. You know the rest of the story of the night. What you don�t know is what happened afterwards. After the chair incident with Jericho. After I went back in the curtains to the backstage area.

I walked down the hallway and noticed that we still got the Christmas lights up in the gorilla position. Why oh why do we still have Christmas lights even though it�s the middle of March.

My girlfriend, Stephanie was waiting for me. When I got to her I kissed her then I went and showered because I�m not going to smell at the meeting. No way. That�s just disgusting.

After I showered I went into the locker room and all the boys congratulated me on my victory. I said �It�s been two years. Two years since I had the title around my waist.�

Everyone started laughing including Jericho. It�s been a long time since me and Jericho had a match. I�m glad that he�s back but Triple H just drove the Jerichoholics out of business. I�m just kidding.

I went to the meeting and saw a lot of guys bandaged up. I congratulated Hogan and Taker on a nice job in their matches. They beat each other till an inch of their lives just to entertain the fans. I remember how I was in a match like that. It�s dangerous.

After the meeting, Stephanie and I went back to the hotel room. We fell asleep after having a few beers.

Then strange things started to happen to me and I can�t explain why. It all started when I won that undisputed championship. I feel that winning the title has nothing to do with my personal life since I don�t want to mix business with pleasure.

I woke up and saw that Stephanie wasn't lying next to me. Where could she have gone? She never just leaves without telling me just like I don�t leave without telling her. I went and looked at myself in the mirror.

My hair was all messed up. I�m still getting used to having shorter hair. For many years I had long hair and now that I cut it a few inches shorter a few months back it has a weird feeling to it. I�m getting old. I tried many types of hair dyes just to keep my hair it�s natural color.

I could tell that my beard is starting to turn gray in some areas from worrying too much. I spent the next few minutes putting in some hair dye since I don�t want to show up at work looking like an old man.

I�m a leader and I would like to stay a leader. I�ve been having a little friendly competition with locker room leadership with my buddy Jeff. He had a brutal match last night which I mentioned. I remember when I had matches like that. Now I sound old. When I was your age�

I checked the jeans I wore last night and no car keys where there. I checked around the hotel room and the keys were gone. My stuff was gone. I couldn�t find my suitcase or Stephanie�s suitcase. What could have possibly happened last night that could have caused everything to be missing?

I remember having a few beers then I won�t get into details what happened next. So the next thing I do is shower, change and then go down to the clerk so see if they have a copy of the hotel room key. I slid the lock to that I could get back to the hotel room if I needed to get back there.

I took the elevator down the to the first floor. Then I took a right at the hallway and then I managed to make my way to the reception desk without being mobbed by fans.

�Can I help you?� asked the receptionist.

�Yes, I�ve seen to have lost my hotel key and I want to know if you can get me another copy.�

�No problem sir, I just need to see some id.�

I took out my wallet and opened it and noticed that everything was missing. My cash, my credit cards and my id�s. How could Stephanie take all of my stuff and leave. I then decided to go back to my hotel room and see if Stephanie left a note.

When I returned, the hotel door was open. I walked in and the place was trashed. I mean things thrown everywhere. Things broken. The whole nine yards. I noticed some painting on the wall. The painting said �You�re no cerebral assassin, I am.�

What in the world is going on? There was an envelope on the table. I picked it up and opened it. Enclosed was a letter that had words cut out of magazines on it. The letter said �If you ever want to see your wife again, then pay me 10 Billion dollars, I will contact you with further info�

Ten Billion Dollars! I don�t have ten billion! This can�t be happening. I just got a ransom note from a kidnapper and now I have to pay them. My life was going great and now it�s horrible. What am I going to do without Stephanie?

Stephanie is my everything. We�ve been married for almost two years now. Without her I would be grumpy and depressed.

Once I find this kidnapper, they would be the dead. The game has just turned into the cerebral assassin. I will go through all obstacles to get her back. Legal or illegal, I don�t care any more. Someone stole my identity.

I went to work today and it was like I didn�t exist. No one knew who I was. I�m the undisputed champion. I turn around and I don�t have my title. That�s not important. What�s important is getting my life back.

When I was at the arena, the security guys escorted me. I couldn�t find my id�s to prove I was Triple H. They said he never existed. They are wrong, I do exist. I am a breathing, walking, talking proof of like.

This is one kidnapping that will fail. The sick person who�s doing this to me will go down. I stood by the tree watching the cars go by thinking of a plan. The only think I had was my cell-phone and a couple of other objects. I saw a businessman park his SUV across the street.

I was wearing black jeans, boots, a black t-shirt, and a black hooded jacket over my shirt. I had on my Harley hat and Oakley sunglasses. I pulled my hood up and walked across the street. I grabbed my gloves out of my jacket pocket and put it on. I didn�t care that I was jaywalking.

Some car was driving down the road the same time I was crossing. They swerved out of the way and almost hit me. They cussed me out. I cussed them back ands showed them the Texas state bird.

I finally made it across the street. A Mercedes M-Class. Nice SUV. It won�t be missed much. I also had a pocketknife and a wad of cash. This ain�t no ordinary pocket knife, it has a 6-inch blade. I looked through the window of the SUV and noticed it had an alarm. No problem, I just got to bypass it.

I moved on and saw a Toyota Tacoma. It was dark red and it was a 97 model, I think. I started walking towards that truck and peered inside. Messy person. There were papers everywhere. This person didn�t have an alarm. Big mistake. I started the engine of the Toyota and drove off. I knew who kidnapped Stephanie. None other the headhoncho guy. I mean come on. Who else would know where I was? Who else would get access to my identity. He wanted something from me and knew what meant most to me. Why not get that something from me by bribing me. It's a simple equation my friends. Don't mess with me or I'll get you back. I'm sure the head honcho wouldn't mind me paying him a visit. How sick can he be? Kidnapping his own daughter?