W M E : 2002 Year Of The Game - 2003 Year of the McMahon - Helmsley Era

Shot cuts to the locker room of Triple H. All day, for hours, Trips has been sitting there wondering to himself, is he as secure as some think he is coming in to Slam? On one hand, he has the man that's going for the WM2K1 Title at Wrestlemania; The title Triple H has held longer than anybody, Sean O'Haire, along with the extremist Matt Hardy V.1. But can he truly rely on these men? Triple H looks down to the floor and gets out of his seat. He starts towards the door when it opens to reveal Sean O'Haire staring The Game down.

' t h e g a m e ' : Have you ever heard of knocking? Oh lemme guess, Satan's posessed you again and you're just going around looking for a few lambs to sacrafice? I regret to inform you, but I'm not a damn lamb, so get the hell out of my face kid.

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : Kid? A hell of a kid to be taking on Rikishi for the belt that you don't have the balls to hold on to long enough untiL Wrestlemania. So I suggest next time you think over what you say, before you spout off mindless dribble, KID.

' t h e g a m e ' : Why the hell are you here any way O'Haire? You wanna hang it over my head that you're going for the WM2K1 Title? Or did you wanna brag about the same night I got SCREWED, you earned the right to fight for the belt that belongs ... to ... ME.

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : As tempting as all of those sound, no. None of those. Infact, I'm simply here to discuss strategy with you Helmsley. Strategy, not get in a fight with you, hours before this little tag match. So are you going to sit there like the hardass you are, or are you going to sit down and talk strategy?

' t h e g a m e ' : Strategy ... hmph ... sure.

Triple H laughs slightly and walks back to his seat. He sits down and O'Haire pulls a chair up across from Triple H. The two stare each other eye to eye. Finally, Triple H breaks the silence...

' t h e g a m e ' : So are we gonna act like this is a chick flick, stare each other in the eyes for 30 minutes then break out in a passionate kiss or talk strategy O'Haire?

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : Ha ha ... Triple H . Always quite the card, as usual I see. Yes, we're going to talk strategy my big nosed friend. So let's get to it. First, I strongly believe that within the opposition we...

O'Haire stops talking and immediately snaps up and attempts hitting Triple H with a roundhose kick. Trips jumps out of his chair in the nick of time, with O'Haire's leg breaking the the chair.

' t h e g a m e ' : WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE JACKIE CHAN!? Jesus Christ kid cut the fancy crap!

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : Ha ha ... So it's true, what they say about you. You truly are the cerebral assasin. Quick as a cat. That's the end of the strategy, you've proven enough to me already .. We're ready. Ha ha.

Sean laughs to himself again, and gets up to make his exit. Triple H grabs him by the arm however, and swings him around. O'Haire looks somewhat confused. Triple H looks somewhat PISSED OFF however.

' t h e g a m e ' : Hell no. We aren't ready. Infact we're nowhere near ready kid. See, I know you got what it takes. You've taken out Matt Hardy, yeah I remember. A week before the Rumble. You earned the right that you needed desperately. The right to go to the Rumble #30. You decimated poor poor Mr. Hattitude.

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : I know ... As DDP would say , that's a good thing. H a ha.

' t h e g a m e ' : HELL NO IT'S NOT A GOOD THING KID! It's a bad thing, a damn bad thing. How the hell are we going to win this thing, when our partner is practically a damn jobber around here? How many matches has he honestly won since he got here Sean? What's the guy's record? One win, three losses? Something like that? And ha ha I mean HELL Sean the only time he won anything was when Sid F'N Vicious chokeslammed Kane FOR him in a FINISHER FIRST MATCH! Do you see where I'm getting to kid? We're in trouble ... We, have a weak link.

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : Thus the game comes up with a valid point, once again ... How do you suggest we take care of this little situation?

' t h e g a m e ' : I say we pay a small visit to our little friend Matthew. Follow me... haha.

Trips lets out a small laugh and walks towards the door. As instructed, O'Haire follows his lead. The two continue walking until they find the locker room they're looking for, labeled 'Matt Hardy: Version 1.0'. O'Haire tries to knock but Trips holds him back.

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : What are you doin'? Are we gonna talk to him or what.

' t h e g a m e ' : Of course ... But you were going to introduce us the wrong way. The way Triple H does it, well, it goes a little like this.

Triple H lays a boot in to the door and breaks it off of it's henges. The two walk in to reveal Matt Hardy pouring a bottle of Dasani water over his head and flexing his biceps. Triple H looks at Hardy in disbelief.

' t h e g a m e ' : WHAT THE HELL! So THAT'S where my damn bottled water went! God damn kid . That was the last damn bottle I had!

' v e r s i o n 1 ' : Whoa Whoa WHOA Hunter, you act as if I stole your nose cream ! Lay off .. You can have it back ...

' t h e g a m e ' : ... Don't use nose cream ... Ahhhh Gimme that damn't!

Sean O'Haire can't help but to let out a pretty big laugh, however holding his hand over his mouth. Triple H turns around looking at O'Haire enraged.

' t h e g a m e ' : Just what is so damn funny !?

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : Ha ha h .. Nothing.

Triple H grits his teeth and turns back around straight in to the face of Matt Hardy. The two have a stare down for what seems to be a life time. Finally , the silence is broken . This time however, by Mr. Version 1.

' v e r s i o n 1 ' : Ooook ... So ... Anyone gonna tell me what's goin' on here?

' t h e g a m e ' : You can bet your ass that I will Hardy! What's 'goin on' here, is us telling you ... Right here, face to face, in person. Screw the match up tonight, and you ... are ... a dead man WALKING! You get it? You're not going to screw me over and expect to walk out of Fortworth tonight alive . I'll do whatever the hell it takes. You WILL SUFFER if you screw this oppurtunity for me to beat Austin's ass again. Are we understood?

' v e r s i o n 1 ' : Triple H. Allow me to sit you down right here, and right now ... And teach you.

' t h e g a m e ' : Teach me?

' v e r s i o n 1 ' : Yes my friend. Teach you, teach you on the fundementals, of MATTITUDE. Mattitude is something great. Mattitude is something GOLDEN. Mattitude is the highest accolade you can possibly reach in the world today. And you my friend, need a serious Mattitude adjustme...

' t h e g a m e ' : No you shut the hell up with that crap kid! You go out there, bust your ass, help win the match, and prove you're better than Jeff in the first place .... Or, stay the hell out of my way in a full. I want all or nothing from both of you, understood?

' p u r e i n t e n s i t y ' : You know something Triple H? I don't like you questioning my ability ... Not a damn bit . You win the right to fight at Wrestlemania for the WM2K1 Title, then talk to me.

Triple H turns back around and looks up slightly at the big O'Haire.

' t h e g a m e ' : Hell boy, you WIN the WM2K1 Title, then talk to ME. Now shut up, sit down, and straight up listen.

Triple H walks towards the couch, and on his way snatches his bottle of water from Matt's hand.

' t h e g a m e ' : I'll take that too, you little bitch.

Triple H sits down on a couch and takes a sip out of his water. Both O'Haire and Matt stare at him like he's a mad man. And The Game loves every second of it.

' t h e g a m e ' : Now that I've got you two asshole's attention, let's get to the business boys. Tonight you have got the chance to win the Slam main event. Do you know what that means? It means for the week, for those 7 days you're known as the best in this business ... On Slam ... That is if it's not a tainted win. O'Haire, you know the feeling of success, right? You won the Royal Rumble, you beat ass at No Way Out. Hardy, now Hardy... haha... You just can't win! You try, and try, and try, but you can never seem to get the job done with out a big 7 foot tall blonde guy to come in and finish it FOR YOU. That's gotta change, and it's gonna change damn soon boys. I don't know about you, but I show up on Slam each and every week for two damn reasons. One is to win the main event, two is to make Steve Austin's life a living hell. A misery damn't! There's more than one way to get the job done, and beating his ass in a main event is sure as hell one of them. So I ask you now boys, are you ready for it? Are you ready for Stone Cold Steve Austin? Are you ready for Rikishi? Are you ready for Brock Lesnar? Because if you're thinking they're ready for us ... you'd be that damn correct.

Sean O'Haire walks up to Triple H and grabs him by the coller of his shirt. Trips looks at O'Haire in what you'd think'd be a pissed off tone, but instead it's a pleasant one.

' t h e g a m e ' : Yeah big man, just make sure you use that tonight. But not on me, of course, ha ha. For you Hardy, you know the drill. Work your ass off or don't even be there. That's all I have to say.

' v e r s i o n 1 ' : I'll be there , Mr. H. With bells on. And might I add one more thing, you will truly, truly see, just exactly why I AM, Matt Hardy: Version 1.

' t h e g a m e ' : If that's Version 1, I'm scared to see what Version 2's like.

' v e r s i o n 1 ' : Ha ha very funny. You guys can go now, oh and while you're gone could you get someone to put my door back? The MF'ers can't all see my little Mattiweiner when I change to wrestling gear.

' t h e g a m e ' : . . . . . . . . . . . . . Just get ready for your match. That'll make me, you, all of us alot happier.

' v e r s i o n 1 ' : WHAT!? It's true! Come on Hunter!

Triple H just shakes his head and turns around to make the exit. O'Haire's quick to follow. Both the men make their way out as the scene closes with a destrought Matt Hardy.