[[ Static... ]]

[[ Our scene awakens inside Madison Square Garden.   ]]

[[ We're being taken through the backstage area, we see many members of staff who are fixing things up for the show on Sunday Night. We see a few wrestlers also inside the arena doing various things, it's a pretty relaxed mood right now. We are now staring directly at a door which leads into a locker room, nobody knows who is inside of this room at the moment. There is no name tag upon the door, all we hear is noise coming from inside the room. Slowly, we enter inside the room and we see one man inside.  ]]

[[ It's Triple H. ]]

[[ We can see that he is doing weight training, he looks focused on the task at hand and doesn't even look at the camera as it enters. He now drops the weight and grabs a towel, rubbing the sweat from his face. He stands tall wearing no shirt, he looks focused and pretty damn mean. He takes a drink from his water bottle and pours the rest over his head, then he turns to the camera. ]]

[[ He flicks the hair from his eyes and he rubs his chin, he looks ready. ]]

Triple H: You know, it's funny.. When I signed up to this company, the board of directors.. Let's just say, they were happy.. They wanted Triple H and that's exactly what they got, I was promised big things.. They said I'd be at the top because, let's face it.. There ain't one person worth a damn in this company.

[[ He smirks slightly. ]]

Triple H: So, it was done.. Then I come here to find out that I'm placed in a Dark Match against Ken Kennedy? I mean, come on.. Do you expect me to take that guy seriously? 

[[ He once again moves the hair from his eyes. ]]

Triple H: Ken Kennedy is a product of a new generation of wrestlers, the generation that kisses ass to reach the top.. I busted my ass for years, climbing from the very bottom to the very top of the food chain.. Guys like Kennedy, they waltz into this business and within a year.. They reach the top and it's not because he has talent, it's all down to the amount of ass he has kissed.. I may be true Kennedy, you have beaten countless former World Champions.. I'll give you that but, you're forgetting the GREATEST champion of all Kennedy.. ONE Champion that you'll never defeat, yeah.. I'm taking about ME! The King Of Kings, Triple H.

[[ Triple H points to himself. ]]

Triple H: Do you think you can step into MY ring, Kennedy?

[[ He raises his tone slightly. ]]

Triple H: Do you think you can step into MY WORLD and actually BEAT me? Listen Kid, many a superstar thought they could beat Triple H.. They all fall eventually Kennedy,  there is only so much you're body can take.. The punishment is too much, you'll collapse in pain Kennedy.. I've beaten the best in this business, men like Ric Flair, The Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin.. Who have you beaten Kennedy?

[[ Triple H shrugs. ]]

[[ He is making a point right now. ]]

Triple H: You know, I'm sick and tired of all this Kennedy.. People telling me that you're going to be a future hall of famer, I'M A FUTURE HALL OF FAMER! You're not in the same league as me Kennedy, you know it and I know it.

[[ He reaches for his water bottle, taking a drink from it. ]]

Triple H: I've sat back and watched men try to make a name for themselves in this company, they are trying to stand out from the crowd.. The fact will always remain, when you're standing next to me.. Nobody will stand out from the crowd, you don't deserve to walk on the same planet as me Kennedy.. The only positive thing to come of Sunday Night, it'll show the rest of that locker room exactly what I'm all about.. It'll prove to them that as always, I mean business.

[[ He laughs. ]]

Triple H: Kennedy, for you.. It's Game Over.

[[ end. ]]