Hulk Hogan looked himself over in the bathroom mirror and frowned. He was lucky to be in one piece. There was another attack, this time on him. The bruise on the left side of his face was very noticeable, even with makeup applied. That makeup person backstage didn't know a damn thing. Hogan made a mental note to fire her next thing tomorrow morning. Still, she was a friend of Stephanie McMahon, his co-owner, and she was sure to have her rehired as soon as possible.
Hogan frowned further at the thought of Stephanie McMahon. Where did she fit into all of these surprise attacks, he thought. The assailants were all WWE superstars. That part had been proven. But yet, if a few WWE superstars had decided to go rogue, they would've been caught and punished by now. Yet they remain elusive and have evaded capture since the attack on Chavo Guerrero and the FCW facility two weeks ago. These attackers must've had help. Help from someone smarter and experienced. Someone deviant and bold enough to even try. Someone like Stephanie McMahon-Levesque.
Hogan stepped back into his office and, as if on cue, Big Show came in. He looked stressed as well.
"Paul." Hogan said.
"What happened? What did they do to you Terry?" Big Show asked, eyeing Hogan's face.
Hogan told Big Show to take a seat and explained everything. Earlier in the morning Hulk Hogan's driver had arrived late. He was very upset at that and gave his driver one hell of a yelling session. The traffic was extremely hectic, so they tried going a different route. He was just enjoying a nice cup of coffee when another bumped into the rear of the limo, causing him to spill it on himself. He looked out the window and saw two cars catching up to them. He yelled at his driver to lose them but his driver began ignoring him. The two cars sped up beside him and took turns ramming the limo. After a long chase, the driver suddenly stepped on the breaks causing Hogan to bump his head on the wall, thus causing his bruise. He stepped out to check on the driver, but the driver's seat was empty.
Big Show sat in his seat fuming as Hogan wrapped up his story. For a while nobody spoke.
"We can't let these hooligans get away with this." Big Show said.
"Tell me about it. They've gotten to Chavo and they've vandalized both the FCW facilities and the Hall of Fame building. Whoever they are, they've got this thing planned out."
"You got a plan to weed out the mastermind?" Big Show asked, leaning in.
Hogan clasped his hands together and smiled. He was gonna mention his earlier suspicions about Stephanie McMahon when an e-mail had just popped into his PC. Curious, Hogan opened it and saw that it was actually a sent video. They both leaned in and watched the video play. It showed a dark warehouse. In the background they could see several WWE memorabilia's and several shadowy figures could be seen in the back.
"Oh my God…" Big Show said in disbelief.
In the video, a single light was shone. Triple H quickly appeared. Both their jaws dropped. They didn't have to look any further as to who was the mastermind behind all of the attacks.
"Gentlemen." Triple H smiled. "I trust you're seated comfortably."
"We are here at the Stamford, Connecticut headquarters warehouse where you keep all the irreplaceable stuff that has been used over the years." Triple H walked around, making references to all the props and materials.
"I guess you want to know why we're here. I guess that's fair, seeing as how badly we've been treating you lately."
"It's him! I should've known!" Hogan said softly.
Triple H was now holding an old sledgehammer in his hands. It looked dusty and dirty, but Triple H looked very solemn as he studied it carefully.
"My first sledgehammer...It even says so right here." Triple H said, showing the markings at the sledgehammer's handle. "Y'know, I give this to Shane after I first used it. He always said he'll keep it safe. He wasn't kidding."
Triple H placed the hammer back into the shelf and continued to survey the area. The shelves were full of old props from WWE programming: the barber chairs whenever they had hair vs. hair matches, Undertaker's symbol, countless tables, ladders, chairs and even the King of Kings throne Triple H sat on back in WrestleMania 22. Hulk Hogan felt an instinctual clench in his gut; something bad was going to happen. He quickly alerted his security.
"There are intruders in the Props warehouse. Apprehend them and stop them before they do anything!" Hogan yelled through his phone.
Meanwhile, back in the video, Triple H's accomplices had just finished their work. Upon seeing it, Hogan dropped his phone on the ground and unknowingly stepped on it as he walked slowly back to his desk. His worst fears were coming true: they were planting explosives. Triple H himself was busy planting the last charge. The entire warehouse was set to blow.
"Well, I guess I'm done reminiscing. I hope the boys are too." Triple H pointed to his men.
Hogan saw that they were not current WWE superstars. In fact, they were not employed by the company at all. The Hardys were there, and so was CM Punk, who no longer had that 'hung over' look he had been sporting for a long time. The last man was Rob Van Dam. They all stood behind Triple H as he began crotch-chopping the camera.
"Hello? You still there?" Triple H asked, "You know what boys, if I know Terry Bollea, and I do, he'll probably have security come after us right now."
"Typical." CM Punk said in a disgusted tone.
"What do you guys think?" Triple H said to the Hardys.
"Wow! Vickie Guerrero's wheelchair!" Jeff said excitedly, "Man, I could take this apart and use the scrap metal for my sculpture. I can't believe they kept this."
"Let's just blow it up and get this over with." Matt said, shaking his head.
Triple H laughed. "See you later, Hulkster. There will be only one thing we'll salvage: our get away vehicle."
Triple H unveiled a huge monster truck that, apparently, used to belong to Stone Cold Steve Austin. He did one last crotch-chop before turning off the camera. They all boarded the truck and drove it at full speed. They were literally crashing towards the wall. Outside, the security guards were running as fast as they could towards the building when the monster truck crashed through the door and drove past all of them. Confused, they stared as the truck ran through the gate and tore it down. Before any of them could get inside the building, it exploded in a fiery blaze, knocking all the security guards present of their feet and blasted them several feet into the air.
Hulk Hogan and The Big Show saw the explosion from Hogan's office. A shocked and angry Hogan began tossing things into the ground and basically thrashed his office in a fit of rage. Within hours, news of the attack on WWE HQ was now circulating throughout the internet. In her home in Greenwich, Connecticut, Stephanie was just opening her mail when she received footage of the whole thing from her husband. She hadn't laughed that hard in months.
That night, Triple H and his troops partied non-stop. They deserved it. If they didn't have Hogan's attention before, they definitely did now. It was only the beginning. As they partied, Triple H looked upon them paternally. Old School and the new generation, fighting together under the same banner. Things were looking up.
The destruction of irreplaceable memorabilia, not to mention the damage done to the property cost the WWE millions. The supporters of Hulk Hogan slowly began to question his leadership, since the event took place at his watch. Outraged, embarrassed and desperate, Hulk Hogan commissioned the creation of his own "army" not long after the incident. At the helm, was the World Heavyweight Champion The Leviathan and his manager, The Big Show. As announced through , the main event of SummerSlam would be a tag team match.
It would be Triple H and his protégé, Jason Teague against The Leviathan and a mystery partner, one who knows Triple H very well…