A/N: I own no one. Also, I use the names Hunter and Triple H interchangeably. Same guy, right:-P

Chapter 1

Hunter Hearst Helmsley was walking through the backstage area of WWE Unforgiven, feeling nervous as hell. Tonight was the night he'd been waiting for. His big return to in-ring action was less than an hour away.

"Why am I so nervous?" he asked himself out loud as he wandered down a deserted hallway. He'd never been nervous before a big return, at least not this nervous. "Do I have a reason to be so nervous?"

"You most definitely have a reason to be nervous," a familiar voice said from behind him.

Hunter whirled around and his eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear. "You! You're not supposed to be here! Once you get fired, there's no reason for you to be hanging around here! That's a known rule!"

"I've never cared much for the rules around this place anyway," the person answered. "You, Hunter, know that better than anyone else here could possibly know."

"You're not supposed to be here! Don't you understand that?"

"You're the reason," the person said calmly, rubbing their pocket. "You're the reason I'm not supposed to be here."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hunter said, backing up. He'd never had a reason to be truly afraid of this person until now, and the feeling of fear towards this person was simply weird to him. He looked at the person rubbing their pocket and briefly saw something black. Is that a gun I see?

"Shall I refresh your memory?" the person asked, laughing slightly. The laughter stopped instantly. "You got me fired."

"No I didn't!"

"Yes, you did, to save your marriage and to save your own ass," the person almost yelled. "And don't say that's not the reason because I might just hit you."

"I didn't get you fired!" Hunter protested, although he knew it was a lie.

His protest made the person deliver a vicious slap across his face.

"What'd I tell you, Hunter?" the person asked. "I know what you did... And I swear on my grandparents' graves that I'll get my revenge on you and your little slut Stephanie!"

"No, not Stephanie! This has nothing to do with Stephanie!" Hunter exclaimed. "Don't hurt my wife."

"Beg for mercy, then."

"What?" Hunter looked confused.

"On your knees, bitch! The same thing you used to tell me!" the person said, shaking with anger. "Get on your fucking knees and beg for us to have mercy on your wife!"

"Us? There's more than just you here?"

"Of course." The person laughed. "Did you really think I would attempt to do this alone? I'm too fucking smart for that. You'd never imagine who my accomplices are. Now get on your damn knees and beg me!"

Hunter quickly got down on his knees. Clasping his hands together, he looked up with pleading eyes at the person before him, who was smiling sadistically. "Please spare my wife," he whispered.

"Louder, you fucking prick, or I'll make it my business to shoot your slutty little wife right between the eyes!"

"Please don't hurt my wife! She means everything to me! I'll do anything!"

The other person's smile got bigger. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything!" Hunter agreed. He loved his wife so much, he'd be willing to do anything to ensure her safety and well-being. And besides, this person really had a gun!

"Ok, I have an idea. When you go out there tonight, don't do what you were told to do with the whole Shawn Michaels thing," the person said.

"You know about that? B-but... That was confidential!"

"I have my sources, Hunter. I know everything. Now don't question me."

"Ok." He sighed. "What would you like me to do?"

"Instead, I want you to beat the living hell out of Edge and kidnap Lita during Edge and Matt Hardy's steel cage match. And then later, I want you to come to Shawn's aid in his match against Chris Masters, wearing this vintage DX shirt." The person pulled out a black shirt with "DX" on it in green and showed it to him.

"What? But what I was supposed to do tonight isn't even close to what you want me to do. Vince will blow his stack if I do something like that!"

"But if his daughter ends up with a bullet lodged in her brain, what do you think he'll do?"

"Fuck! Ok, I'll do it."

"Get off your damn knees. You disgust me."

Hunter stood up and the person handed him the DX shirt. "When I do what you've asked, will you leave me and my wife alone?" he asked.

"Maybe for tonight. But rest assured, this is only the beginning for us," the person said, turning around in the opposite direction. "And don't breathe a word about me to anyone. Believe me, I'll find out because I have very good sources in this company. You never know who you can trust around here, Hunter. Remember that."

Hunter watched the person walk away and sagged against the wall, clutching the DX shirt. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He was a proud man who had never begged for anything in his life. Never. Well, never until tonight. He loved his wife and was willing to do anything for her... And the thought of a bullet killing her, or anything harming her at all, was more than he could imagine.

He turned around and rushed back to his wife's office, holding the DX shirt under his arm. He burst through the door without knocking. When he saw his wife sitting there at her desk watching TV, he made his way over to her quickly and pulled her to her feet.

"Hunter? Are you ok?" Stephanie asked as he crushed her in a tight hug and kissed her softly.

"Yes. As long as you're ok, I'm ok," he replied. He kissed her again, ran his fingers through her hair, and felt her body melting against his. "Baby, I love you so much. Have I told you that?"

"Yeah, baby. I love you, too," she answered, confused. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing," he said, letting go. "Nothing's wrong."

"Oh, good," she answered. "Because I was watching the steel cage match with Matt Hardy and Edge and it's pretty good."

"Shit, that's on already?"

"Yeah, it's been on for about five minutes now," she said. "Wanna watch?"

"No, I just remembered something that I have to do. I'll be back," he promised, heading for the door.

"You're acting peculiar. Is something on your mind?"

"No... Yes... Look, I'll explain later, ok?"

"Ok."

He hurried out the door, then stuck his head back in. "I love you," he told her.

"I love you, too."

And then he was gone.

Stephanie sat at her desk and looked at the door, unable to shake the feeling that something weird was going on...

A/N: I know this is kind of weird but bear with me, ok? It'll all tie in together in the future... And I know I have a LOT of stories to update but it's like I have writer's block or something. Like, I get new ideas for new stories but I still haven't finished "Locked Up", "The Affair", or "WWE Meet The Cast" just to name a few! Anyway, review! I'm already on Chapter 2!