{--The scene opens inside a dimly lit locker room. The locker looks pretty trashed. Garbage on the floor, chairs strewn about the room, and clothes ripped from the lockers and to the floor. Amidst all the rubble of the locker room, Triple H stands there. He's wearing a "Cerebral Assasin" t-shirt, and blue jeans. He looks very pissed off. He stands there, breathin heavily, sweating. Obviously, he was the one who did this work. He kicks at a piece of garbage once more, than sits down on a table with trash on it. His look of rage turns into a look of defeat. Why would he look defeated? I have a feeling we're about to find out, because Triple H begins speaking.--]

[Triple H]What can I do now? I'm being made a mockery of by that...that...piece of god damned SH*T!! I got the whole federation thinkin' I'm going to be losing this match. And what can I do? Sit back and watch as this whole place hates me? Nah, it ain't gonna happen like that Trips. You know what IS gonna happen? I'll tell you right now. You're gonna walk into Incarnation, the fans cheering...the adrenaline rushing. You walk down the aisle, you look into the eyes of Bret Hart...and you strike fear into him. He sees the eyes of a fu*king mad man Triple H! You step into that ring, and you do what you do! And what you do, Bret Hart is not prepared for! Bret Hart, like you beleived, underestimated you! You come at him, and you tear into him! And guess what? You score the first fall!

{--Triple H starts laughing menacingly, as the scene suddenly switches to a dark room. It seems like a locker room. This scene appears to be a flashback. Anyway, that locker room?...it's just like Triple H's, but it's not trashed. Suddenly, a dark figure comes into the room. The man heads over to the lockers, and guess what? The figure starts trashing the locker room. Pulling down lockers, kicking over chairs, throwing garbage around. After 5 minutes of this, the figure finally stops. The figure looks around, than heads to the camera that's watching him. At a closer view, we see it's Triple H. He mouths, "Get ready Bret". Than, the scene switches back to Triple H.--}

[Triple H]Than Bret Hart stands up after this fall, and he's ready now. He's not underestimating you anymore. He knows what's gonna be coming. So he fights just as hard as you did before. But remember, you're still fighting Triple H. You're fighting back. You're doing everything he's doing, but this time, after the effort you put forth before...you can't win this one. You try, and you try hard. But it's too much. A couple of close falls Triple H, and you realize you need a new strategy. But guess what Triple H? Guess what?! It's not gonna come, because the pencil necked asshole, Bret Hart, just sneaked a win. Yeah, he rolled you up, and he got the pin. Too bad Triple H. But it's ok...it's 1-1...next fall wins!

{--Triple H this time doesn't laugh, but he pushes over the table. He looks more pissed off, as the scene suddenly fades again to a parking lot. The view of the camera is in black and white. And sitting there, is a white car is parked in the middle of the parking lot. It doesn't look out of normal, but it's there. Suddenly...Triple H?...walks up to the car with a bat. He looks at the camera watching him, and cracks an evil smile...suddenly he turns and smashes the car window. He doesn't stop there, as he smashes the windshield, and also the back window. He even takes the liberty to smash the side mirrors, as well as dent the doors and the hood. Triple H turns to the camera once more, smiles, and leaves the scene. The camera switches back to the locker room where Triple H is standing in the middle of the room.--}

[Triple H]Now that it's 1-1, it came down to the last fall. You step back to gain a breather, and you look off into the crowd...and you notice they're cheers. They're cheering you both on...they got their moneys worth with this match, and they're happy to see that the match has come to the last fall. After a smile cracks your face, you look at Bret, who smiles back. You begin to wrestle again. This by far is the most equal match yet. Both getting moves in...both taking advantage of each other. But someone has an edge...someone came prepared...someone didn't. You Triple H...were ready for this match. And Bret Hart?....he was expecting a blowout. Little does he know that you're not made for the curtain...you're made for the big show. You're MADE for that World Title! And little does he know that his dreams are about to be BROKEN into a MILLION FU*KING PIECES!! Triple H...you catch him off guard and get him into the stomach with a kick...he bends over and you hooks his arms. You jump and you fall...pedigree....1...2...3...game over!

{--Triple H holds is arms up as he does on the ring apron, as "The Game" by Motorhead is heard playing. The scene slowly fades to the arena, where Triple H is seen walking down the aisle, wearing his jean jacket and a black leather motorcycle hat. He also has the famous water bottle in his hand. He dumps some of the water over his head, and shakes the water off. He walks with intensity, as the green, purple, and blue strobe lights flash around the arena. He climbs up on the apron, as the music slows down a bit. He throws away his water bottle, and stares out into the stands. As the music climaxes, he spits out the water, and pure rage is the look on his face. He quickly climbs into the ring, and gets a mic from Finkey. He stands in the middle of the ring, listening to the roar of the fans. He takes in the feeling of being in front of so many people, as his music dies down. The camera spins around Triple H, as he continues to take in the feeling. But eventually, the crowd dies down, and Triple H begins to speak.--}

[Triple H]You ALL know why I'm out here. It's nothing too obscene. You already know the words that'll come out of my mouth. You'll know the manerisms that I'll do. You'll know when I'll pause, and when I'll start again. You've seen me do this a lot. But today...isn't gonna be like any other day. You see, this past week has been one that I've felt so many emotions. Love...hate...anger...happiness...fear. I've felt it all. All because of one man...Bret Hart. You see, the reason I've felt these feelings, is because this week I've realized something. I'm not the best out there. I'm not the greatest. I'm not even the game.

{--The fans boo Triple H after he said this. Obviously, they don't agree with Triple H with what he's saying. As Triple H paces the ring, he looks out into the stands again, and cracks a smile.--}

[Triple H]No, I'm THEE BEST!! I'M THEE GREATEST! I'M THEE GAME!!-[fans go crazy]- Bret Hart, this weekend...it's already known. Me and you..1 on 1. Mono e mono. Best 2 out of 3 falls. One of the tougher matches that's ever plauged this business. But I've already taken part in this match. I've already BEEN in this style of match. And I took it home with me. I went home with a little something...a win. No, maybe not a title. But I won. That's what matters. And you know what Bret? I have a feeling...just a little gut feeling, that this Sunday...I AM going to win. You've been telling me all week, "Triple H...Triple H, you're not going to win! You're not good enough! You have no skill! You run on luck!"...well Bret, I'm going to shove that statement right now...down your FU*KING THROAT!! Today is a day, I tell it all...all uncensored! Bret, you're the biggest pile of dog sh*t I ever laid eyes on in my life. And frankly, if I leave Sunday without that strap around my waist...I will personally beat myself to death for embarrassing this business. Bret..I know, that deep down inside your body...you realize you can't beat me. You realize you have nothing this weekend. You've been spitting out hot air this whole time, to break me down. To make me realize I've got nothing. But you fail to realize Bret, that I'm not called the game, because I happen to roll a 6 every time. No, I'm called the game because I don't play by other people's rules. I'm the game..because I make the rules. And this Sunday, you'll play me alright. And you'll lose Bret. You'll get slammed around. You'll get hurt Bret. And what are you going to do about it Bret? Spill some more words? Say you're going to beat me? Well Bret, as much as I would love for that to happen I just can't muster up the sense to think that. I'm better than you Bret. You struggled facing 2 guys, and you barely won. I faced 20 sum guys and I won. I stood tall. That's how I got into this match. Now if I can take on 20 guys and dominate... and you can only take on 2 guys and nearly lose...what makes you think you'll beat me Bret? Because you're the best technical wrestler? Because you're Canadian? Well I don't give a damn who you are Bret. You could be Mr. T, Booker T, or Ice T. Fact is Bret...I'm better than you. I'm going to slap you in the face with my wrestling boots, after you just got pinned 2 times in a row!

And ya know Bret...I'm having a little trouble swallowing this whole "Business" deal you have with Shawn Micheals. He's giving you advice? Oh gimme a break. We all know what was going down after that camera went off in the Dungeon Bret. I think a lot of the kids these days will call it...getting your groove on.

{--The fans go nuts, laughing their asses off. Triple H even cracks a smile himself. He stands in the middle of the ring, looking up the ramp. He than turns to the fans, and speaks.--}

[Triple H]Or some people call it hanky panky. Whatever you call it, we all know what's going on down there. Why else with fragle tooth Benoit be down there? Droppin' your pants...taking off your shirt...oh god, I think I'm going to puke!-[acts like he's gonna throw up as fans laugh]-Aw god, change of subject. Bret...the time for talk is over. The only thing left that could have any value at all in the long run is taking action. And the way I see it, the only action is gonna take place inside that ring on Sunday. Wrestling at it's finest. But one thing I can't seem to get outta my mind is the fact that you think I'm nothing. Bret, how hard must I pound this fact into your noggin? Bret, I am something big guy. I'm sorry those cheesy shades you have on your head cloud the truth, but I'm bigger than what you ever were. Those groups that you said I rode the coat tails of?...man, I WAS those damn groups! D-X, I was D-X! I made D-X what it was. You think me and HBK was somethin' big? No way my man. Me, Roadd Dogg, X-Pac, and Billy Gunn were something big. And guess what Bret? I was World Champion, when X-Pac was European champ, and the Outlaws were tag team champs. What was I? World Champ. Than when I screwed them over and went with the Corporation, once again, I was the man to beat. I was the man that was to be World champion! Vince used me as the assasin to take out the guys that he wanted out! The Rock! Stone Cold! Anybody he wanted down, he used me! And what did Vinnie do with you Bret? He screwed you over with HBK at Summerslam didn't he. Why? Because everyone knew that's when you're career was going down the drain! And Bret...it's still flushing. It's only going deeper and deeper. The only thing keeping you afloat is your name. The Hart family name. The death of Owen, you're former World title reigns...all this keeps your head above water. But this weekend Bret...oh how I'm going to love making you wish you stayed in retirement. Bret...I've broken bones. I've ended careers. I've beat the living HELL outta every single man that's ever stepped in my way! And don't be a little surprised when I do the same to you.

One thing I don't understand Bret, is why exactly do your this demi-god? Is it because you're Canadian? No, it's not that, because we all know that Canadians are just crying, whining, pissing, moaning bitches! -[The American crowd goes insane]- Is it because your father trained several known wrestlers? No, because we all know I beat every single one of em'. Is it because you like to wear pink outfits and prance around in too-toos? I don't know Bret. But whatever the reason, I can tell you now, it's not because you're a good wrestler. Bret, it has to be said...YOU'RE the one over rated. You're the one that everyone thinks is the greatest, when in all actuality, you're the biggest piece of walking trash to ever say they're great. Homer Simpson has more game than you Bret. Yeah, I know he's a cartoon. But didn't you appear in that cartoon? Well sorry to say it, a 200 plus fat man could put more hurt on me than you could. You're just...well...over rated! And I'm gonna show you a little something Bret that I'm almost SURE you're not going to like. But it'll have to wait on Sunday. To tell ya the truth, all it is, is my foot being shoved up your ass!! Nothing more. Come this Sunday Bret, sorry to say...there's gonna be a new champion. But it WON'T be you. I'm gonna give everything to that match. I'm going to bring everything I've got, and I'm gonna beat the living sh*t out of you with it. My moves...my power...my strength...it's all coming Bret. And if my past has anything to show for this match...it'll show that you're in for some deep trouble. Bret, fact is...this Sunday...