{--The scene opens up inside a room that looks like...wait..this place looks familiar. Is this?...the Hart Dungeon? It is the Hart dungeon! Or what appears to be the Hart dungeon. We actually know it's not, because the pictures of Bret, Chris Benoit, Jericho, and Owen, all of the Dungeon's greatest wrestlers are replaced by pictures of Triple H. The next thing we know, is we see Triple H step into the picture, wearing a black and pink singlet, with a...tutu? What is this all about?! Has Triple H gone mad? I believe he's making fun of Bret Hart ladies and gentleman, because he's wearing one of Bret's famous sunglasses. Well, it isn't over just yet. As we see a man with a very hairy chest and tights that look like HBK's...infact, I think this man is a HBK impersantor. This is a weird picture. Anyway, they seem to be talking, and stuff can be heard.--}

["Hitman" Triple H]-[in feminine voice]- Man Shawn, that was an intense, "workout". I didn't know you could go so long!

["HBK" Unknown Man]-[in feminine voice]-I'm a sexy boy!

["Hitman" Triple H]That you are you silly goose! I enjoyed that as much as I'm gonna enjoy that royal asskicking I'm gonna get by that hunk of junk Triple H! He's so silly and naughty.

["HBK" Unknown Man]You are so totally right. Man, I saw his...errm, his "chicken". Boy, it was so big! Triple H is the game if you know what I mean. Hehehehehe!

["Hitman" Triple H]Boy, I hope so. Because I really plan on..."beating" him.

["HBK" Unknown Man]Yeah, you'll "beat" him real good, his eyes will roll back into the back of his head! Boy we know he'll LOVE that, right Bret?

["Hitman" Triple H]Right you are Shawnee boy! To tell you truth Shawn, I hope he doesn't mind taking it easy on me. I know we're suppose to be fighting, but I just can't help it Shawn! I'm not a violent guy! I'd rather..."beat" him than beat him. If you know what I mean. Hehehehehehe!

["HBK" Unknown Man]I know EXACTLY what you mean Bret. And I'd rather too. Hey, when's Chris coming down? I'm so hor-....I mean I'm so mad at that silly goose! He's taking so gosh darn long!

["Hitman" Triple H]Don't worry about Chrissy, Shawn! We need to worry about our matches! How EVER are we going to win them? I suck, you suck...although you suck better than me!

["HBK" Unknown Man]Of course I do silly!

["Hitman" Triple H]I think everyone knows I'm...happy. Because I spent 5 minutes trying to prove I wasn't in my promo because the creator told me too. But I just didn't want to. And ya know, I'm really stupid for saying something in that promo. Did you know I said that no one has one until they won, and before that I said I will definitely win? I contradicted myself so bad! I'm so dumb!

["HBK" Unknown Man]Yeah, Pee Wee Herman dumb! Boy was he hot!

["Hitman" Triple H]True that Shawn. But still, I feel so dumb. And I can't beleive I actually said I would out-wrestle that sweaty man. He's so big, strong, and handsome. I would do anything to get out of this Canadian gimmick and be what Triple H is.

["HBK Uknown Man]And what's that Bretty?

["Hitman" Triple H]What do you think? He's so gorgeous!

["HBK" Uknown Man]Oh yes you are big boy.

["Hitman" Triple H]-[In normal voice]-What the hell did you just say?

["HBK" Uknown Man]-[In normal feminine voice]-Uh...I said you're hot...oops.

["Hitman" Triple H]That's it. You're a screwup. Get the hell outta here.

["HBK" Uknown Man]Fine. It's not like I thought you would win anyway.

{--This sends Triple H over the edge, as he kicks the gay man in the stomach and Pedigrees him to the mat. Triple H rips off his sunglasses and his tutu making fun of Bret Hart, and leaves the scene. The scene than opens up back up in the arena parking lot. A black limo is seen driving up, and it parks in front of the camera. The camera eyes the front, than slowly moves to the back, as we see the door open, and out steps Triple H. The fans in the arena let out an enormous cheer. Triple H is wearing his leather-jean jacket with the new HHH symbol on the back. He begins walking through the arena holding his water bottle. The camera only stays there for a few seconds, when the scene quickly changes to inside the arena. Not a few moments pass by, when suddenly "The Game" starts up on the system. The fans reation is an enormous amount of cheers. Eventually, Triple H steps through the curtains, and stands under the titan-tron, letting the multi-colored strobe lights flash on him. He begins to walk down the ramp, dumping some of the water on his head, than taking a sip. He reaches the ring and stands up on the apron, chucking the bottle. He waits for the high point of the song, and when it finally hits, he spits out the water and holds his arms up. The fans cheer even louder, as Triple H steps into the ring and grabs a mic. He looks around, taking in the cheers like he always does. He smirks though. He doesn't have the normal look of anger on him. He smirks.--}

[Triple H]My, my my. What a week. It started off on Saturday with me winning the Battle Royal. That of course meant this Sunday I get a shot at the vacant World Title, with as much of an equal chance to win it as Bret Hart...my opponent. I was the first to get words in, making the first "ripple" here in NEW. The controversial, "bomb" promo, that will go down in history as my defiance. Yeah...I defyed authority. I was TOLD not to do that promo. But I did it anyway, and it got aired. And still...people continue to watch with glee. Than Bret came out, saying the normal stuff. "I'm Canadian, I'm the best. I'm good." Well, he ain't damn good that's for damn sure. Than he came out once again, trying to talk the same stuff...all that got to me. It made me think. "Am I really as good as I think I am?" I mean, Bret made me realize quite a few things...first off...I AM going to win this Sunday. HE was the one that made me realize it. Bret Hart? You're old my friend. You claim to be in the best shape of your life? My ass Bret. You're little fights with Shawn in your latest promo must be the biggest crock I ever saw! 3 hours? Only seemed like 3 minutes to me Bret! You problably paid the man to say you guys were wrestling for so long. Just to make you think you have an edge. But you don't. I'll admit Bret. You were something. Back in the day. But anymore, you're just a has-been with the shot of a lifetime. But you won't win Bret. You won't come within an inch of winning. You can scratch, and you can claw. But bottom line is, I'm better than you. Really, I'm not as bad as you think I am. I really can't believe that you think that I can't step in the ring with you, and do good at all! Bret...I'm not going to bullsh*t you with any nicknames or cliches. But I will tell you right now, I'm better than you think. I'm not this pussy ass wrestler, trying to win. I'm a monster, ready to tear you're head off. And this Sunday, I'll make it a point I do.

Heh...I still can't beleive you're reveling over this whole luck thing Bret. I mean c'mon! You actually beleive I'm going to go on luck? Bret...the only luck is involved, is if luck let's you walk away after our match. Like you said Bret...I am crazy. Lately, I HAVE been driven to the edge. Because of you Bret. Because of all the words you said. Because of everyone doubting me. Because no one at all thinks I'll do anything against you. All I hear is Bret Hart this, Bret Hart that. Well you know what? I don't give a damn. If everyone thinks you'll win, let them. Frankly, I don't give a shit. You think you're better than me? Think it Bret. Hell, think you're a 700 pound gorilla for all I care. And you do you think I give a shit if you give a shit about me? I don't. Fact is, this Sunday, I WILL walk away champion. You can tell me I'm not. You can tell the whole WORLD I'm not. But eveyone knows I will. Everyone's seen me pull through adversities like none other. So what Bret? You got a concussion after getting kicked in the head by Goldberg. Big deal. I got knocked upside my head by barbed wire. I lost pints of blood. I finished my match after tearing my hamstring. And you're gonna come out here, and tell me I don't compare to you Bret? I've felt pain. Probably more than you have. Because as I recall, I don't remember you being in a Hell In A Cell match. I don't recall you getting hit with barbed wire. I don't recall you beating Mick Foley either Bret. And everyone knows that Mick Foley is only the craziest sunuva bitch the WWF has ever seen. And wasn't it me that ended his career? And YOU Bret, think that you'll end up winning? Over my dead body. And I could just imagine you're response would be to that. -[In whiny voice]-Well if that's the way it has to be, it shall be! -[Normal voice]- Give me a break Bret! You think you can't respect me? Well I can tell you that statement is recipricated both ways. You come out, bored the hell outta me with 10 minutes of jibber jabber that no one gives a damn, and you expect to look at you with a straight face? Hart...I suggest you leave this damn place. Because I'm going to give you every...single...piece of me this Sunday. Everything I have...everything I'm able to do...will happen. I guarentee it Bret. This Sunday isn't gonna be just another wrestling match for you Bret. You're going against the "Cerebral Assasin". I got this name because of the things I've done to my opponents. Have you ever busted someone's knee caps with a sledgehammer Bret? Have you ever hit somebody with a car? I have Bret. You think that's bad? Do ya? Well whatever your answer, you can expect that this Sunday...10 fold.

{--The crowd cheers a little, knowing of Triple H's history. They're expecting a "slobber knocker" this weekend, and that's what they're going to get. But Triple H isn't done yet. He just paces a bit, and stares off into the stands. He has more to say.--}

[Triple H]How bout you telling me I'm afraid of this Sunday Bret? Isn't that a dipsy doodle? You think I'm afraid of facing you? No way Bret. Sure, I must say I was a little afraid of the failure. But it's obvious I don't need to any more. And you proved that for me. I'm NOT going to lose to you. I'm going to beat your ass like the piece of rotten SHIT you are! If anyone here is afraid of anyone...you're afraid of me. You're the one that has more to lose. Everyone knows your career is winding down. As much as we would all like to beleive that you're in the best shape of your life, we just can't put ourselves past the fact that you're not. Isn't that the whole reason why you went out of the business? Because you couldn't keep up with everyone anymore. Those concussions we're bothering you. Your body was battered, beaten, and bruised. And your rusty old bones couldn't take it anymore. So you left. And now you come back expecting us to beleive you're better than ever? Well I can't and I WON'T beleive that Bret. You ARE afraid because you're afraid of never having that spotlight. Afraid of never getting back to the spot you were before you leftt his business. But Bret, right now I AM THIS BUSINESS!! I've been this business for two years now. And already I have a LONG list of names that I've beaten. That list is too damn long to name every single wrestler, but I can tell you...almost everyone in NEW right now has lost to me at least ONCE in their pathetic careers. One I know I didn't beat the living hell out, is Kevin Nash. He wasn't at my level. While I was winning World Titles in the biggest show on Earth, Nash was getting his asskicked in WCW, along with you Bret. All of the ECW guys I haven't yet, because frankly...ECW is the world's biggest JOKE! Everyone else has had the pleasure of gettin' their face stomped in by me! And still Bret...I'm just another wrestler. It seems that you're the only person that thinks that though Bret. You're the only one that thinks I'm nothing in this business. You're the only one that thinks you could kick my ass with ease. Everyone ELSE KNOWS...that I'm not just another brick in the wall. I am the damn wall Bret! I'm the entire wall, that you won't be able to knock down by yourself. This wall right here is too big, too strong, too SMART to let you win.

And yeah Bret, it's true..losing to you would be a disgrace. I've already mentioned that you're washing up to shore. And that's the exact reason why. I'm at the top of my game, and you're sliding downhill. And for me to lose to you WOULD be a disgrace. I've explained why, and now I want to go over why you would think I wouldn't be considered an embarrassment. Why is that Bret? Tell me, that kind of sinds a little off centered. If I DO lose to you, I WOULDN'T be an embarrassment? Oh I see. You're trying to make yourself look good by changing my words around a bit to make it seem like losing to you is a good thing. Well you can take those words, and shove em' up your ass! Because you're the embarrassment to this business. People like you always trying to live it up longer than should be. You're the embarrasment. You know that I AM the dominant wrestler Bret. And you can't get past the fact that you're not wanted anymore. Everyone THINKS you're going to win this Monday...but they WANT Triple H to win. Just listen to the fans as you walk down that aisle. Just listen to their jeers towards you. Their swears, their gestures. They hate you. You ever hear of home field advantage? It's kinda like that. While you're being boo'ed because...well...you suck...the fans are all chanting my name! "TRIP-LE-H! TRIP-LE-H!" That extra cheer will give me the drive to knock you're head off! To make that hold extra painful! To make that move extra powerful! Bret....come this Sunday...