{--The scene opens up inside the packed NEW house show arena. The fans are all excited after a couple of filler matches. But they have yet to see something extrordinary. But they're in for a big surprise, when all of a sudden, "The Game" begins to blare throughout the arena, as the fans are going nuts. Triple H eventually steps out wearing the leather jacket with the jean tank over it, as well as jeans and black boots and a water bottle in hand. He walks down the aisle, and looks intently around the arena, taking in the cheers. He turns right at the ring, and climbs up onto the apron. He looks around, than as the music climaxes, he spits out the water, holding his arms in a dominant manner. A look of anger on his face. After all the water's spit out, he looks around a bit than climbs into the ring. He gets a microphone from the ring announcer and stands in the middle, gazing off into the fans. After they quiet, which takes quite a bit of time, Triple H lifts the mic to his lips.--}

{..::HHH::..}If there's one thing I'm gonna say right now that is the truth, not just my oppinion...it's that my entrance into NEW has been a long time coming, no doubt about it!

{--The fans go insane. Triple H lowers the mic and again takes in the cheering of the fans. After they do die down, Triple H pulls the mic back up to his mouth to begins speaking again.--}

{..::HHH::..}I'm pretty sure you all saw me two days ago, in The Rock's words, laying the Smackdown! on a few superstars here in N-E-W. But you didn't get to quite hear me say a whole lot to guys that are bigger jokes than Austin and The Rock! Guys like Christian, Kurt Angle, DDP...hell, even Jericho! But one thing everyone has to realize, joke or not, I'm just better than you! I've been to the top of this business and back, and than to the top again. And it seems that no matter the circumstances I've always found the time of day to beat somebody's big head back down to normal size. Hell, I don't know what the hell it is nowadays, but everyone thinks they're the business. Everyone thinks they're top dog. They think they've been winnin' World Titles, when reality, they've been winning the prestige of laughing stock! And I'm quite sick of these big-headed bastards, thinking they're gonna walk outta Mayhem with the World Title. But incase no one's realized yet...I'M THE GAME!! I've been winning that title for 3 years now! And I'm not about to stop now! I used to be the man feared around guys like this! Christian would be on his knees pleading to give me pleasure, while Kurt Angle would run and try to stock up on Milk! What's changed? I'll tell ya. I leave for a couple months, and everyone thinks they don't have any competiton. Well guess what boys? Triple H is back and town, and he's taken names! Mainly the stupid bastards that think they're gonna walk outta the ring tomorrow without going over the top rope.

Frankly, I've been waitin' to get back into the groove of things for quite a bit now. And now that I'm back, I must say it feels pretty good. But the only thing I can't stand as of late, is the fact that Christian actually beleives to be the god of gods. Christian, your in for a rude awakening, because frankly...I'm gonna maim you! I'm gonna love every second of me tearing out your pretty blonde lockes, and shovin' em' right down your throat! Christian, your JACK compared to me! What's the best you ever won? The Intercontinetal title? You had to win that title off of your brother! Christian...on Mayhem, I'm gonna bring every single thing I have, and I'm gonna slap you in the face with it. Like it or not big guy, that's the way it's gonna go down. I've never been one to push over. With ease or without it. To tell ya the truth, I've never even been pushed over. So what makes you think you'll be doing it to me? You're not Christian! And I'd like to see you try! I have bigger of fears of facing the Brooklyn Brawler than getting into the ring with you. Chunkzoid? Nice word. Where'd you get it from? Your 3 year old bastard?!

{--The crowd laughs at the comment from Triple H to Christian. Triple H smiles himself, and begins pacing while he talks.--}

{..::HHH::..}Next up we have Kurt Angle. The Olympic Hero! Mr. "I love milk"! Hey Kurt, you cried lately? Well if you haven't, I can guarentee that on Saturday you'll be crying no doubt about it. If you cried over winning, I just can't wait to see your reaction when you're embarrassed beyond beleif after I just beat the hell outta you in front of millions, and millions of people! Millions of NEW fans! Millions of..."The Games" fans...Kurt Angle, you may be a good amatuer wrestler. Hell, I'll even go out on a limb to say you're a good professional wrestler. You did helluva lot in one year. European, Intercontinental, World...but get one thing STRAIGHT Angle...You will never, EVER be better than me! Not that you ever were Angle, but don't be thinking you did get better than me. Angle...look at yourself. Do you really see yourself beating me? After all the things I've done that struck fear into the hearts of men. That struck FEAR into the god damn HEARTS of the biggest of warriors! Angle, you ain't SHIT compared to me! Angle, you don't have anything to bring to the table. A few suplexes, your Olympic Slam, your Ankle Lock. Aw c'mon Angle! You think that adds up to anything? Especially against me? It doesn't. And come Saturday, you'll be wishing you never stepped into the ring. Because I'm gonna give it to you flat...I'm gonna make you leave on a stretcher. You never could beat me Angle. And I do remember that one time when Earl Hebner helped you out because you got knocked upside your head! And why is it that happened? Because I Pedigreed you on the announcers table! And what did you do anyway? You lost. Angle, I'm hoping, and praying that you come to the ring. Because I'm going to LOVE IT, when I shove my foot right up your damned ass! Kurt...I sure hope you drank more milk than usual this week. Because if you didn't...you're just not going to compare to me!

{--Again the fans go nuts over the words of Triple H who's laying the smackdown on quite a few people. Triple H stops in the middle of the ring, and begins to speak again.--}

{..::HHH::..}To tell ya the truth, I'm sick, and tired of standing in the ring and having to talk and talk about the people that no one gives a damn about. Kurt Angle, Christian? I'm gonna pull a Scott Hall...because it's survey time!

{--The fans in the arena go nuts. They haven't been this loud since Triple H entered the arena. Triple H just stands in the middle of the ring smiling, as he waits for them to calm down.--}

{..::HHH::..}Who thinks that Kurt Angle's gonna beat...ME?!{--Fans boo--}Now who thinks that I'm gonna beat the living HELL OUTTA THE OLYMPIC BITCH?!!

{--The fans go insane. Triple H charges to the corner, and climbs to the second rope.--}

{..::HHH::..}WHO THINKS I'M GONNA TEAR APART EVERY SINGLE, GOD DAMNED WRESTLER THROWN IN THE RING AT ME?!!!

{--Think the fans were loud before? You ain't heard nothing yet, until you hear this pop. It's more than a pop, it's like a bang. There isn't a single fan on their feet chearing. As Triple H stands there, flashes are goign off, and the fans are STILL going absolutely insane. "The Game" by Motorhead starts up while this is happening, and the fans only cheer louder. Triple H drops the mic, than holds his arms out in the air like he does on the apron. More flashes, and more cheers. This is the biggest ovation since the Yankees won the World Series. Triple H eventually gets down off the apron, and begins to leave the ring. He walks up the ramp, slapping a few of the fans hands. The cheers are still deafning when Triple He leaves the arena and into the back. The camera fades to black.--}

{--It ain't over yet folks. No siree Bob. The camera re-opens up backstage, where Triple H is just arriving into his locker room. Inside his locker room is noneother than Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley. She's standing there, looking kind of worried to Triple H. As he steps in, she stands up. And Triple H looks actually pissed that she's there.--}

{..::HHH::..}What the hell are you doing here Steph?

{..::Stephanie::..}Triple H, I don't want to break up! I don't want to get divorced!

{..::HHH::..}I'm sorry Steph, but the more I thought about it...the more I really knew you were the biggest BITCH I ever met. So why don't you skedattle?

{..::Stephanie::..}You don't mean that...you don't--

{..::HHH::..}Sorry Steph but it's true. I realized something not to long ago...you were using me. Yeah, you used me to get into the spotlight. You couldn't get spotlight with just Test, nor just your father, nor just Shane...even with ECW. No, you had The Game back you up. Well no more Steph. Too bad for you, but we're through.

{..::Stephanie::..}You're just gonna throw away our love, and our relationship after all this time, because of FALSE, accusations?!

{..::HHH::..}...Did you just call me a liar?

{..::Stephanie::..}Maybe I did!

{..::HHH::..}...GET THE HELL OUT! OUT!! OUT YOU GOD DAMN RAT! YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME THE BLACK PLAUGE AND AIDS AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE! OUT! GET THE HELL OUT!!

{--Triple H completely spazz's out on Stephanie. He practically pushes her out of the room with his foot before she actually leaves, in tears. The cheers of the crowd from the backround are heard, as Triple H is first a little pissed off. But after he cools down from the yelling, he starts smiling. He takes off his jacket and is revealed to be wearing a black tank-top. He looks around and sees a beer sitting on the table. He pops it open and starts drinking it, when the camera fades out, and for good.--}