{--The scene opens up backstage. Triple H is seen arriving up to the arena via limo. When this happens, the crowd inside the arena bursts into cheers. What's he doing here? Is he in NEW?! We'll soon find out, as he begins to walk down into the arena with a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He's wearing a black tank-top with blue jeans, and sips on a water bottle. As he begins turning into the corridors, a hurried Micheal Cole runs up to Triple H, shouting his name.--}

{..::Micheal Cole::..}TRIPLE H! HEY TIRPLE H, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

{..::HHH::..}For your information, I work here now big guy. Now why don't you bug off?

{..::Micheal Cole::..}But I've been told to do this interview!

{..::HHH::..}Sorry big guy, but if you want to interview me, it'll cost ya.

{..::Micheal Cole..::}I don't have any money.

{..::HHH::..}That's all right Cole. I'll take that watch on your wrist.

{..::Micheal Cole::..}But--

{..::HHH::..}Shuddup Cole. Not buts. You want this interview, gimme the damn watch!

{--Micheal Cole, very reluctantly, gives up the watch to HHH. Triple H smiles, as he puts it in his pocket, and takes another sip of water. Micheal Cole, now feeling very intimidated by HHH, cowers from him.--}

{..::Micheal Cole::..}So your officially in NEW now Triple H? Than does that mean you're in the rumble?

{..::HHH::..}What do you think Cole? God, you must be the stupidest sunuva bitch I ever laid eyes on...next to Austin of course. And that's pretty damn stupid.

{..::Micheal Cole::..}Sorry Triple H. But I'm frankly intimidated by you. Anyway, how do you feel your chances are after coming back from injury?

{..::HHH::..}I wasn't injured Cole my man. I was just fine and dandy. I was just taking a break from wrestling. I was quite frankly sick and tired of having to deal with the same people I always did, and I needed a break. Now that I'm back, I'll still have to deal with those same people...but it won't matter anymore. I'll be WWF Champion on my first match back.

{..::Micheal Cole::..}You think you can oust guys like Steve Austin, Shawn Micheals, DDP, and The Rock?

{..::HHH::..}I beat Austin, I beat Shawn Micheals, and I beat The Rock. DDP? Who the hell is that?!

{..::Micheal Cole::..}Those are--

{..::HHH::..}Dammit Cole, your stupider than a rock! Do you not get a single thing that's coming out of my mouth?! I just said right in your face, plain and simple, that those guys you mentioned aren't worth a CRAP to me. I've had better competition from a friggin' mayonaise jar to tell ya the truth. There ain't a man in NEW that I haven't beaten. And if there IS a man I didn't beat yet...he'll be beaten soon enough on Mayhem. Heh...it's kinda funny to say Mayhem instead another show I used to appear on...but those were times I don't care for anymore. It's NOW...not than. And now...I'm the best this sports entertainment business will ever lay eyes on. Bret Hart has a little saying he's the best there ever was, is, and will be. Well I'll beg to differ. You're looking at the best right now Cole. Bret Hart is washed up more than a t-shirt worn by a female mud-wrestler!

{..::Micheal Cole::..}Hehehe-

{..::HHH::..}What the hell are you laughing at Cole? At least he doesn't look like a backstreet boy. With the hairdew you have. Looks like someone snot all over your hair Cole. So if I were, I wouldn't be laughing at my comments towards anyone right now. Because everyone else out there...is laughing at YOU.

{--In the background, you can hear the cheers and laughs. Triple H even chuckles himself. Cole's face just turns red.--}

{..::Micheal Cole::..}Well...ahem...

{..::HHH::..}You know Cole, I'd greatly appreciate it if you didn't say another word. Quite frankly, you're not doing your job very well. You're just annoying the hell outta me, and giving everyone at home a cheap laugh at your stupidity. Why don't you hand that mic over you got in your hands, before you hurt yourself?

{--Micheal Cole, embarrassed even more, gives the mic to Triple H. Triple H, after receiving the mic, pushes Micheal Cole out of the camera, and looks into the camera. Triple H smiles, and holds the mic up to his mouth. He's ready to speak.--}

{..::HHH::..}Everybody doesn't have any clue as to the magnitude of my coming to NEW. Micheal Cole here is acting like it's nothing for me to be here. But incase you haven't checked the history books, I'm a main-stream player! I've been winnin' World Titles for 3 years. I've been bustin' my balls, showin' up for every single show. All for what? All for gettin' to where I am today! And where is that? The top of the business. I'm world reknowned as the sick bastard that almost ended Austins career. The kaniving bitch, who stole Vince's daughter from his grasp. I'm "The Game"! And on Saturday, I'm going to win that battle royal. I'm the best damn wrestler this earth has every laid eyes on. I laid out opponent after opponent, and I couldn't leave em' begging for more...because they were begging for mercy! I beat them with my bare hands, and they cried, and cried, and cried! Kurt Angle...I faced him plenty of times. And when I knocked the sunuva bitch in the ribs, he cried! Tears rolled down his face, and he cried! Austin...I faced him in a 2 out of 3 falls match, and I knocked him over the head with barbed wire..he cried too! Hell, I made everyone cry that I ever laid my hands on. Even Mick Foley cried after I was done with him. At No Mercy, when I ended his career..he left the ring crying like a bitch!

And from now on, it isn't going to be any different. I'm going to continue doing the same things I've always done. I'm still going to be the "Cerebral Assasin". I'll still be the man that everyone wishes they haven't gotten into the ring with. I'll always be "The Game". And what I've already explained about what I do, is only a tid-bit of the things I'm capable of. I've done things that the pussies wish they would never encounter. And I've also done the things that the evil guys wish they had the balls they could pull off. I've made an impact in this business few have ever made bigger. I jumped into the pond of wrestling, and I didn't just make a ripple...I made a damn tidal wave! From Steve Austin, to the Brooklyn Brawler. I've damned near did everything there is to done...except win the NEW World Title. And isn't it quite ironic, that this Saturday is an event for the beginning stages for that very strap of gold? And what's even moe ironic, is that I'm in that match...well I can give you one reason for everyone in that battle royal to stay home this Saturday...ME! And if there's only one thing I'll ever tell you that's the truth...it's I'm going to win that match for the title. I'm better than anyone could ever wish to be!

{--Triple H begins to pace back and forth. He looks intently into the camera while still pacing. After a few seconds of pacing, he stops, and looks directly into the camera.--}

{..::HHH::..}Austin...me and you...we have a past. You can't deny that. But Austin, one thing that's always been the same between me and you, is I always...ALWAYS...had the upper hand. I was the one laying you out in the ring. I was always beating the living HELL outta you Austin. And I hope your not thinking that this time around it'll be any different. Because quite frankly, it won't be. Again, I'll be the one making your life hell. I'll be the one making you wish you stayed home that day. I remember way back when, at a certain Pay Per View...I made your life something you wished it didn't become. I planned the attack of the year! I told an aquantaince of mine, Rikishi, to attack you from behind with a car. And he did just that! And lucky for you, it didn't end your pathetic career. But what it do, was sideline you for a whole year. All you got to do, was sit back and watch...as I took the World Title from people. I defended it, and I made sure people didn't come back for more. I held it for 6 months, before anyone even came CLOSE to taking it from me! The only person to do it in that time span was The Rock! And even that sunuva bitch had a rough time doing it! So tell me a little somethin' Austin...what exactly makes you think you'll be winning this Battle Royal? Is it because your the supposed "Rattlesnake"? The "Bionic Redneck"? No Austin. It's not any of your nicknames that makes you think you'll have a chance. It's your brain. Your puny brain at that. You THINK you have what it takes to beat me. You think your in-ring skill amounts to something. You think a lot of things. But the fact is Austin...your shit!! You used to be something, way back when Vinnie Mac beleived you had talent. But after awhile, your spotlight faded. You weren't wanted anymore. But one man was...ME! Vince kept calling me back to the table. He kept saying, "Triple H! I need you! I need your wrestling ability! I need revenue sales to go up! Ticket prices to rise! Ratings to improve! I NEED YOU!!"...and what did he do with you Austin? He made you a side show. He said "Austin...I'll need you as a hot-dog vendor. You can sell and drink all the beer you want!" That would please you, wouldn't it?

But I know that Austin isn't the only person I have to deal with in this Battle Royal. I have other egos in this match with me. One that sticks out in my head particulary, is The Rock.

{--After Triple H mentions that name, the people in the arena go nuts. Triple H hears the cheers, and smirks. He looks into the camera and begins.--}

{..::HHH::..}Yeah, The Rock. The Most Electrifying Man In Sports Entertainment. The Brahma Bull! This and that! Well Rock, lemme tell ya a little something. You may have been star not too long ago. But before you go thinking you're the greatest star, let me remind you...I BEAT YOUR ASS SO MANY GOD DAMN TIMES!! Rocky, plain and simple, you can't play this game! So many times Rock, we stepped into the ring together. And more times than not, I left with one more win under my title belt! Yeah, you kept fighting for my title. Show after show me and you went one on one. Sometimes it was even a tag match. But again, I'd beat you. Do you see a pattern starting here Rock? Yeah, there's definitely a pattern. Me, always beating YOU! Although I know I'm better than you by a long shot...I still must say I respect you. You always gave me a run for my money...but I always got my money no matter what. And just say, the rivers flooded, plagues started, and buildings fell, you did actually beat me for my World Title?...in no time, I won it back! You never went one damn month before I beat your ass for it back! What does that tell you? It tells you that Triple H is the best out there! I'll take everyone on at one time...what's gonna happen on Saturday, and there'll be some names being taken...some people's skulls hitting the floor on the outside...right after, THEY GOT THROWN OVER THE TOP-FUCKING-ROPE!!! On Saturday Rock, you'll face me one more time. You'll be in the ring with me with 13 other people. But in just a little while after that..I guarentee you....you'll be on the floor on the outside with the rest of em'. Hate to tell ya Rock, but your chances of playing "The Game", is as good as actually being able to beat it. And that's just about zero to none. Remember...