{--The camera switches open inside a hallway. Who's waiting in the hallway? Yes, The Cerebral Assasin, Triple H. He's wearing his ring attire, his black shorts, a towel around his shoulders, and his hands taped. But he doesn't look like the normal, cool, calm, and collected Triple H. No, he's pacing back and forth, as if he were waiting for something or someone. He stops every now and then to check the hallway to see if anyone is coming. But to no avail, for no one is there. He seems to grow more impatient by the second. After a few moments, someone comes from behind Triple H. Triple H stops to see who's there, and we see it's Jonathan Coachman. Triple H doesn't look happy.--}

[Triple H]What the hell took you so long?!

[Coachman]I uh...just came from Paul Heyman's office.

[Triple H]I don't give a damn where the hell you came from. You should have been here 5 minutes ago!

[Coachman]Sorry Triple H.

[Triple H]Don't worry about it. Let's just get this thing started. I got a lot to say about that piece of crap.

[Coachman]I'm assuming that your talking about Bret Hart.

[Triple H]Good job Coachman. The NEW did hire somebody with more brains than balls. You're exactly right. I am talking about Bret Hart. It seems as though Bret had quite a few words to spit out of his mouth about me. About how me not being the game. About me not being that damn good. And all this other stuff that he thought was right. Well I'm going to tell you Coach, and the entire world right now, I don't say that stuff because I WANT to. But because I can. You see Coach, I call myself the game because of the things I accomplished in my career. When I first started out, I wouldn't have been able to call myself the game, because it wouldn't have been true. When I was in D-X, I still wouldn't have been able to. When I joined the Corporation...still not. When was it I started calling myself the game? After I came to realize...that I make the rules in this business. Yeah Coach, you heard me. I realized after I started main eventing. After I was winning the World title. After quite a long time...that this business isn't even a business, but a game, that I own. Bret Hart thinks he's the best there ever was, is, and will be? I don't think so. Coach...you're looking at the best right here. I'm tired of everyone looking down upon me for whatever their reason is. Bret Hart, because he thinks I'm over rated. Austin, because he drinks beer and he's the "toughest" S.O.B. HBK because he's sexier. Whatever the god damn reason. First off...I'm over rated? That's the biggest crock of sh*t I ever heard in my life. Why is it that I'm over rated? Because I get too much hype, and when I follow through, it's always a fluke? I'm always the one people think is gonna go all the way, and when I do, it shouldn't have happened? Coach, everything I do is done for a reason. And it's not because of luck, or because people let me, or whatever else. It's because I'm good enough to do it. And you know what? Let Bret think that. Let him think I'm over rated. We'll just see who's over rated when I leave him in a heap, and I'm the NEW World Champion...no pun intended by the way.

[Coachman]What are your comments about Bret thinking you got to where you are because of the "Kliq"?

[Triple H]Ya know, to tell ya the truth, it's true. I won't deny it. I probably wouldn't be what or where I am without the Kliq. I did ride their coat tails, because quite frankly, it got me a push I wanted. But after the Kliq broke up, I didn't go straight down like Bret said. I went down, true. But in no time at all, I got pushed by back. Why? Because I was able to do it on my own. That, and I had the genious idea of Degeneration X, that took off unlike any other group. The "Kliq's" predecessors were passing them, and doing better things. And it was all because of me. After D-X broke up, I only continued to grow bigger and better. And Bret...that wasn't because of the Kliq. The Kliq could only do so much. The suits upstairs couldn't keep me in a spot because of the Kliq, that happened 3 years ago. Sorry buddy. I'm here right now, facing you for that title, because of me. I did MORE on my own, than I could have ever done in the Kliq. And you know...if Bret thinks that I don't deserve that spot in the match on Sunday, because I got a free ride with the Kliq...well...tough sh*t. If Bret wants to dwell on the past, that's his problem. But I'm here now, about to win that title, and I don't think he should be worrying about stupid stuff like that. The things he should be worrying about, is the things that could cost him the title. Like why I'm so damn good? Why he's a pencil necked bitch? Why he doesn't want to step into that ring, if he wants to walk out of the arena on his own feet? Those are the things that he should be pondering, not where would I be without the Kliq?

[Coachman]Do you really beleive you can beat Bret Hart?

[Triple H]I don't know...does Bret Hart suck? Yes. Does Bret Hart have a big mouth? Yes. So the answer to YOUR question, is also a yes.

[Coachman]Bret Hart feels he's still in good shape, maybe better shape than he was when he had the Iron Man match with HBK. You too were in a Iron Man match.

[Triple H]Yeah, that's right. I was in a Iron Man match with The Rock. You know, it's funny that Bret Hart mention that match. Because if my memory serves me right, Bret Hart lost that Iron Man match at Wrestlemania XII. After 63 minutes, he was pinned by HBK to LOSE his title to HBK. And in my Iron Man match with The Rock...I won didn't I? That's a little funny, don't you think Coach? That Bret brags about being in these matches, and he doesn't even win them, and I do. And another thing that makes me wonder Bret's credentials...how does he think to beat me when he couldn't beat Shawn back than, and I just beat him Saturday. Quite funny? Well obvisouly, since Bret Hart can't beat the same people I demolish, I have this match in the bag. It won't matter what Bret Hart thinks he's able to pull off. Amatuer wrestling, technical proficiency...whatever. Because when it comes down to it, I'm that much better than Bret. I HAVE been busting my ass as much as he has. He thinks he's top dog all because of what he's done in the past. It seems everything Bret Hart bases himself off of, is the past. "Triple H did this, and I did this". Well I don't care what's Bret been able to do back then...it's going on NOW. And what I see coming, is Bret walking down that ramp...stepping into the ring...and looking me square in the eyes. But what he'll see, isn't the eyes of a man ready to lose. He won't see the eyes of a punk bitch, not ready for the big time. He'll look into the eyes of an assasin. Bret's faced a lot of guys in his past. Bret Hart, Steve Austin, Undertaker...and he's beaten a lot of them. I'll admit it. But the fact is...I've beaten them all to. I've took them into the ring and I pinned em' all. But see...Austin's the dividing point between me and Bret. I had the damn Audacity to hunt down Austin and run his ass over! I could've ended his career! And what, I'm nothing? Because of this, I'm still a bottom dolar piece of trash?! You know, I hope Bret KNOWS, just what in the hell he's getting himself into! I'd hate to see Bret Hart lying in the ring with a broken neck, because he undestimated me!

[Coachman]Do you really beleive Bret Hart is underestimating you?

[Triple H]Have you not been listening to a damn word I've been saying? Or better yet, have you not been listening to what Bret Hart's been saying? He's been verbally bashing me now, since this weekend...and all the things he's been saying were things that make me look like a piss poor wrestler. I hope he realizes I'm not what he thinks. I'm not just some lucky sap, that got to where I am by luck. I got here by doing all the same things he's been doing. I've busted my ass like him. I sweated, I bled...everything he's ever done, I did the exact...same...thing. And yet, he still beleives I don't deserve this spot. Well you know what? Screw Bret Hart....screw his entire wrestling career. I'm better than he thinks. And quite frankly...let him think I suck. Let him think I'm just some no-namer not ready for the big time. Because whether or not he realizes, my name...it's known in every household throughout the world. Bret Hart? Everyone laughs on that name. He couldn't even deal with the fact that he's nothing anymore. He's just some old bastard, hoping for the times that he used to have will come back. Well he better ready for this weekend. Because if he isn't, he'll be getting himself over his head. Hell, he's already over his head...but this weekend will be the weekend he'll finally drown. I mean, he goes around, acting like his oppinion actually matters to me. He bashed my latest promo, because of the content and having been on a plane with a guy that strapped himself with a bomb. Well Coach...maybe he should realize that the promo?...it was for entertainment purposes only. This is wrestling Coach...sports "entertainment". And Bret...he should've realized this shouldn't he? Mr. Wrestling himself, growing up in the the Hart Dungeon and everything. But maybe that concept is a little over your head. Frankly...I don't care. I do what I want...and if he doesn't like it? Tough. The only solution I can come up with is for him to bring all his oppinions and bring them into the ring with him on Saturday. Maybe that's the only way we could clear thiings up. Because obviously, Bret Hart has something up his butt...and it'll eventually be my foot.

[Coachman]A--

[Triple H]You know what Coach? Why don't you gimme that microphone so I can tell Bret something right now...without having to do it talking to you?

[Coachman]Sure.

{--Triple H snatches the mic out of Triple H's hand, and stares demandingly at Coach to walk away. Coach does, and Triple H turns to the camera. He doesn't look very happy.--}

[Triple H]Bret, I ain't got much more to say to you. Except a couple more things. This Sunday...it isn't going to involve luck. All it's going to involve...is pure skill. On both parts. Even though right about now, your the biggest bastard I could think of...I don't exactly think you can't wrestle at all. Sure, you're not as good as me. But that doesn't mean you don't have any at all, or you wouldn't be here wrestling me today. But the thing you have to realize...and I can't stress this enough to you Bret...I'm here for one, single, god damned reason...because I'm that damn good. I'm the "Game"...and you WILL have to play me this Sunday. I did a 2 out of 3 falls match not too long ago with Austin...and I won. It was a different style. Sure. More hardcore. But it tested my strength nonetheless. And I came out victorious. And it's been said that nowadays, guys like me, Austin, The Rock...we're better than you. We're leading this business now..not you. You can try to keep leading it...but it won't happen Bret. This weekend...the only one needing luck is you. Because I don't run on luck. THE GAME, DOES NOT RUN ON LUCK!!! Bret...this Sunday...this Game's over....