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[--The camera fades into an arena full of WWF fans. They're packed in tight ready for the night's action. They're hot off the heels of watching the Raw is War that featured a Battle Royal between all the WWF Superstars. And as if you already didn't know, Triple H came out victorious, throwing over Steve Austin and Tazz. And what do you know? Speaking of the devil "The Game" by Motorhead hits the loud speakers to a monsterous amount of boos. Triple H steps out from behind the curtains with his title belt over his shoulder, and Stephanie by his side. When he steps out, the boos rain down on him even more. He's wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, along with blue jeans and boots. The title is slung over his shoulder, as he begins to walk down the ramp, ignoring the fans to his sides. Stephanie walks up the steps and into the ring, as Triple H takes a right, and climbs onto the apron. He takes a last sip of water and looks around, as the music hits it's climax. He than spits the water out, and holds the title in the air, responding with more boos.--]
[--He looks around a little bit more, before he swings a leg into the ring and the other. He stands in the ring and starts to walk around the ring looking into the fans. Stephanie has a mic for him as she hands it to him. Triple H takes the mic and he drops the title on the ground. He holds the mic down as he waits for the fans to die down. He stares off into the fans and begins.--]
[Triple H]Last night on Raw...I did what I SAID I was going to do. I said I was going to go into Raw and I was going to walk out champion. And that is EXACTLY what I did. I said, "like it or not, but I'm your next WWF Champion!" And I proved to you that I could do whatever the hell I said I could do! You people probably don't like it, but I don't give a damn. Do you actually think for one second I actually give two flying craps about you people? Do you not think I'll hesitate before I spit in your faces? Well I won't. I won't hesitate one second to spit in your face nor spit on your GRAVE. You people could die right now, and I would laugh it off. Hell, you people don't care about me so why in the hell should I care about you? You don't want me to be champion so why should I care what happens to you? Because it's morally right? Well I don't give a damn what's morally right. Just take a look at what the hell I did to Austin a year ago? I ran his ass over. What did I do to Austin on Raw a week ago? I beat his ass. I bloodied him with my bare hands. So why should I give about morals? Well I don't. So whatever thoughts came across your mind that I give about morals or what's right...erase them. Because I don't. I'd rather see you dumb people DIE than to do good deeds for you. That's exactly why I'm champion. If I gave anything about being moral I wouldn't have beaten Tazz with the chair that bloodied him and knocked him over the ropes! Half the things I do to get me where I am right now, I wouldn't have done if I thought it wasn't right.
And ya know...speaking of Tazz...I've got to tell you Tazz. You are a pretty tough hombre. You put up a fight. I mean why woulnd't you? You wanted to be WWF Champion. Your sick and tired of the WWF making you do things you despise...like being a side comedy act. But Tazz, I proved once and for all why the WWF put you in that act. Why the WWF made the name "Tazz" a joke. Because you just can't handle the big leagues. You can't handle me. You can't handle anything besides the announcing posistion beside Micheal Cole. Admit it Tazz, you are a joke. You want to try to think your tough because your a 5'9" fat piece of crap. Because you "busted your ass" for 13 years to get to the WWF? Well what does that prove Tazz? I'll tell you what it proves. It proves it took you 13 years to work on your wrestling to get you in the WWF. Whereas it took me only a few to get me into the WWF, and 5 to get to the top where I am today! So you know what Tazz? You can take your 13 years of busting your ass and shove it straight up your damn ass! Because after 13 years of doing whatever it took you to get where you are today your still not better than me. After 13 years of blood, sweat, and tears you can't beat me. And the fact is Tazz, you will never be able to beat me. Look at me Tazz. Look where I'm standing? I'm standing in the middle of this ring with the one thing you don't have! The World Title. You even had the chance to eliminate me from the Battle Royal. And you couldn't get the job done. So what makes you think you'll get the job done in the future? Is it because you think you got screwed by Kurt Angle? Is it because I had to use a chair to finish the job? Or is it because you HOPE..to beat me. Because you pray to god every NIGHT for the strength to beat me. But it's just NOT there. It will never be there. The only way you will ever get this title from around my waist is if you kill me and you literally PRY it from my hands! Otherwise it's staying right here! I'll fight to the death for this title. This is the title that anyone will ever be worth a crap holding. This is the title that everyone will remember you for holding. And right now it's around me. And It will stay. And frankly Tazz I don't think you will ever be in my league to even come close to beating me. You could whine, and you complain that you can't beat me no matter how hard you try. But it just won't happen Tazz! Like it or not, I'm the champion and your Tazz. Your the color commentator. That's what people will remember you for. The man that sat beside Micheal Cole! Not the WWF champion! Because as long as I'm champion you ain't even coming within 10 feet of this title. You don't even deserve to look at it.
But apparently, I'm the only one that thinks that Tazz doesn't deserve this title around my waist. Because on Raw...I've got Tazz in a match for this title. For MY title. I have to face this fat piece of crap because the suits in the WWF thought I didn't win the Battle Royal, "farily" enough. Because I used a chair on Tazz, I have to give a man a chance at my title he doesn't deserve? That doesn't sound very fair to me. And I'm the damn WWF champion! Aren't I the one Vince McMahon is suppose to be making happy? Shouldn't my life be heaven right about now? I'm the best in the World for god-sakes, and I can't even decide who the hell I'm going to face? In my oppinion, Matt Hardy deserves this belt more than Tazz. Tazz got his chance at me on Raw to win this title. He had me one on one in that ring, and he couldn't get it done. But he still get's a shot at this title? Well frankly, it doesn't matter. Because the fact still remains, I'm the WWF champion. I'm the man EVERYONE has to beat to get to the top where I'm at right now. You think you'll take this title away from me Tazz? Do you think you can honestly look into the mirror and look at yourself, and say, "I'mma beat dat' punk Triple H"? Well that shouldn't be possible Tazz. Because you know deep down inside you have no god damned chance at beating me. You have no chance at all! Tazz, you can bring your suplexes to the ring. You can bring your tables and your street fights that you fought in Brooklyn and ECW. And hell Tazz, if it makes you more comfortable...bring your Tazzmission. Bring everything you have. Because it's literally going to TAKE everything you have. You'll have to pull out all the stops. Go the whole 9 yards. Because otherwise your just wasting your time! And your wasting mine. You can bet your ass I'm going to go into that match...and I'm going to give you what I gave to everyone else who thought they could beat me. I'm going to give you what quite frankly, you deserve Tazz. And that's a beating. That's being thrown around the ring like the puppet the WWF has made you out to be. And now that I'm thinking of it...I'm actually getting real sick and tired of having to hear you whine about how the WWF has screwed you. How the WWF made you a joke. Get over it. Because like I said, the WWF put you there because that's the only place they could give you T.V. time. They couldn't very well put you up against people of my callibur. Or Kurt Angle's. Sure, I hate Kurt. But I know for a fact the man is better than you. Hell Tazz, I don't remeber EVER seeing any World Titles around your waist. I have of Kurt's. But there's on thing you bot can share...you won't get this title ever again until the day I have to retire from the WWF whatever the reason may be. But I don't see that happening anytime soon, so you two are just plain out of luck. My advice to ya Tazz...go somewhere else where you have a shot at becoming World Champion. Go to a place where someone may actually give a damn about you. Take Paul Heyman, take the rest of the ECW guys, and go form ECW. Because by the looks of it your not wanted NOR needed in the WWF. The only thing any ECW guy's have brought to the table is a bunch of whining, foul-mouthed, no-talented Triple H wanna-be's. Sure, Mick Foley MAY have been the exception. But he still stood no match to me. I even took the man out of the business. And if you don't watch it Tazz...you may get the same thing coming to you.
[--The fans let out a few boo's, but they don't really like Tazz, so they're not bursting with boos. They're mainly booing for their hatred for Triple H. Anyway, Triple H paces a bit more and than continues.--]
 [Triple H]And speaking of Angle...your another man that actually thinks of himself as a deserving WWF champion. A man that thinks that he can actually step into the ring with me and walk out standing, let alone with the title around his waist. Angle, your pathetic. You come from an Amatuer wrestling background, and you hope that you can make that transistion. And become a huge sucess. Well let me get something straight with you Angle. I think that's the biggest crock of crap I ever heard in my life! You think you can just waltz into the WWF because you had wrestling experience, and take this title into your hands? You think that Kurt? Well get this Kurt. I'm the champ right about now. Not you, or anybody else. Me. So what that means Kurt, is your left without a chance to get my title. I know you have this little match on Smackdown! tomorrow night for a shot at my title at the PPV. Well isn't that just good for you Kurt? But guess what? Even if you win tomorrow, you still have me to go through to get this title. And the bottom line is your not going to beat me. You or anyone else Kurt. I've busted my ass as hard as anyone else in this business, if not harder! And you expect me to give my title up to some jackass, who thinks that his gold medals are worth a sh*t?! Kurt, you should know better than to actually think that your medals are worth anything. This title around my waist right about now, is worth 10 times, if not more than those medals. How many people have won gold medals in the Olympics since 1960? Too many to count. But how many WWF World Champions are there since 1960? How many people have the right to say, "I'm a former World Champion!"? Not to many at all Kurt. Sure Kurt, you can say you were. But you won't be able to any more. Because the sheer fact is, that I'm the champion. Not anybody else. And what comes along with me being champion? You not getting a shot at my title unless I'm FORCED to face you. Kurt, I know you have high expectations for yourself. I know you expect yourself to become World Champion again. I know you expect to do it all and become famous. But it won't happen Kurt. It's not coming. Kurt, everyone is sick and tired of how you come into the WWF and you get right to the WWF title. It took me 3 years to do that Kurt, and it took you 1 year. Everyone else pays their dues for longer than a year, and sometimes they still don't even get the WWF title. Like Tazz and Matt Hardy. And than you come along, and you get right to the WWF title. Well I think I speak for everyone when I say this. Everyone hates you. The fans may cheer for you, but the guys in the back don't. Why is it that YOU have to bring up conversation with somebody? Somebody never brings it up to you. I know why Kurt. Because they hate talking to you. They hate you. You always sit there talking about your milk and your three I's. Well no one gives a damn! So you know what Kurt? I invite you to win that match on Smackdown, and I invite you to take me on at the PPV. Because I'm going to have the time of my life kicking your ass. And making you wish you never even LOOKED at my title.
[--The fans explode into boos. They completely despise Triple H right about now in the promo. They love Angle and they hate Triple H bagging on Angle like he is. Triple H just smirks, ignoring their jeers, and looks at them. He waits for their boos to die down, as he continues.--]
[Triple H]I got one more person on my mind right about, that I want to get some words on. I wanna get the hell out of this place as fast as I can, because looking at you ugly people are killing my eyes. [--fans boo--] Austin...I hope your glad you got knocked out of the Battle Royal with ease. Because if I didn't eliminate you right than by pedigreeing you and than throwing you over, you woulda had it much worse. Everyone knows how much I hate you. Everyone KNOWS, how bad I'd rather see you dead than alive. And everyone knows I'd do a helluva lot to get the World Title. And if I have to use the brains of my beautiful wife Stephanie to help me out, so be it. She's a smart woman, and she knows what to do and what not to do. And she knew she had to distract you because she hates every single man in the Battle Royal. So she'd do a helluva lot too to see me with this title around my waist...which it is. But the thing I'm sorry about...is how Austin feels about getting out-smarted. About getting out-wrestled. I'm sorry that you Austin, feel so bad about getting knocked over the ropes by the man that bloodied you a few days before. And that you feel so bad about getting knocked over the ropes by the man that you KNOW you will never beat. Austin, I have your number. And frankly, you can't do anything about it. They don't call me the cerebral assasin for nothing. It's because I have the uncanny ability to pick a body part, especially the spine, and I basically in a nutshell...assasinate it. And that's what I'll do to you Austin. That's what will happen to you if I ever get the chance again to step into the ring with the "Rattlesnake". I will tear your body apart little by little. And you know it's possible. You know I could take you apart with my finger tips. You know it Austin. So I got some advice for you..stay the hell away from me. Don't you ever even come near me. Because the truth is, I'm willing to do anything necessary to eliminate my competition. You may not be very good competition, but you are nonetheless. What that means....is I'm driving you out of the WWF Austin. Your days of being WWF champion are over. No more will you ever get the sweet tast of having the world's most prestigious belt around your waist. No more will you ever get a chance to shine with the title being around your waist. Because the fact is Austin, you have to go through me to get it, and I don't see you beating me. So what I suggest, is your learn how to polish shoes. Because when your out of this business...and I'm here in the WWF soaking the glory of being WWF champion, your gonna wish that you learned how to polish my shoes. That way you could at least be affiliated with the WWF somehow, instead of out on the street lookin' for work. And why is all this true? Because...
THE GAME....SAID SO! AND THE GAME IS THAT...DAMN....GOOD!!
[--The fans in the building erupt into boos, which practically blows the entire roof off! The fans absolutely are disgusted with Triple H right about now, for the fact that he took their favorite superstar's catch phrase. Triple H drops the mic and picks up the title, as "The Game" hits on the loud speakers. Triple H helps Stephanie out of the ring as the boo's continue to be yelled at Triple H and his wife. They walk up the ramp, hand in hand, the title around Triple H's waist. They walk up the ramp, and step behind the curtain, leaving the fans in anger, as the camera fades out to a "Playstation 2" commercial.--]
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