{--The scene opens up backstage in the hallway. Standing there is Triple H. He's leaning up against a wall, looking down at the ground. He seems to be very mad about something. Obviously, he's livid about losing to Bret Hart at Incarnation. Trip just stands there, not moving at all. Eventually, Christian walks by Triple H. He looks at Triple H, who doesn't even acknowledge that he's there. Christian taps Triple H on the shoulder, he only moves his eyes to look up at Triple H. Christian stands there with that goofy smile, his stupid sunglasses, and his out of style clothes. Triple H just shakes his head.--}

[Christian]Hey Trips. What's up?

[Triple H]Bug off Christian. I'm not in the mood.

[Christian]You're totally bugged out about losing to Hart aren't ya Trips? Well don't worry. That buttchump doesn't have an ounce of good-osity.

[Triple H]What? You know what...I don't want to know. Just make like a tree and leave.

[Christian]Aight. But hey, if you ever need a friend, just call me. I'll so totally be reeking of shoulderness.

{--Christian turns, and when he does, Triple H clocks him in the back of the head with a forearm. Christian stumbles with a grunt, as Triple H takes him and throws him head first into the wall. Triple H insults the injury, by stomping on his head a few times. He than picks him up, and throws him over a table knocking over trash and other stuff. Triple H flips the table over, and walks away, steaming. The camera than switches into the arena, where the fans are a little restless. But in just a little bit, the fans cheers turn into a whole lot of cheers, as "The Game" starts up on the speakers. Triple H, wearing what he was not too long ago, steps out with his water bottle. He stands under the titan-tron, dumping a bit of water on his head, and letting the strobe lights flash.. He just walks down to the ring, his face looking like he wants to tear somebody's head off. He reaches the ring and he does the usual on the apron