New York City. Madison Square Garden. SummerSlam.

Hulk Hogan's likeness and voice all over the WWE product was like a droning of insects, and Triple H knew exactly what to do about insects – ignore them or step on them. But in this case, he couldn't afford to ignore the drone. Hulk Hogan was, after all, the target. But it wasn't just him anymore. The company had been split into two: Hogan's men and Stephanie's men. To take out one man, that would be too easy. Far too easy. But taking down half the company? That would require careful planning and swift execution.

Triple H quickened his pace. He and Stephanie needed to go over some things before tonight's main event. He could hear the noise from the arena. SummerSlam was officially underway and the first match on the card was for the United States Championship. Jason's championship. Of course, Jason was already out there in the fight of his life, so he didn't need to worry about him until later. As he reached for the door, the sounds of two distinct voices made him hesitate. Hulk Hogan was inside Stephanie's office. Triple H pressed his ear against the door and listened in.

"How dare you! You're supposed to be my partner in this!" He could he hear Hogan yell.

"Now I know. You're behind all this! Maybe I can't prove it now, but what happened to Cena was all you're doing! And if you have any of you're father's business sense, you'd resign before things get worse!"

There was a moment of silence. Triple H heard footsteps and backed away from the door. Hogan stormed out of the office furiously. Inside, Stephanie was observing the Pay-Per-View through the monitor. He quietly shut the door as he entered and sat beside her.

"Did you hear everything?" Stephanie asked without turning to face him.

"Just the last part. I think we're getting to him." Triple H replied.

"Well I certainly hope so. It won't be long before he gets even with us." With that remark, Stephanie leaned forward, frowning.

"Jason doesn't look too good out there."

"He'll be fine. Jason's a tough kid. He won't let us down."

"I think he just did." Stephanie said, covering her mouth with her hands.

Jason was taking an ass-kicking out there. His opponent had just taken advantage of a momentary distraction from the outside and went for an Oklahoma pin. After the count of three, the match was over. Jason Teague had just lost the coveted United States Championship. The disappointment and anger in his eyes could be anymore clear as he sat in the middle of the ring, dejected. Triple H didn't know what to say. He too was at a loss for words. He immediately left Stephanie's office and waited at the Gorilla Position for Jason to make his way backstage. When he did, Jason every bit like the spent force he truly was.

"What happened out there?" Triple H asked.

Jason didn't answer. He lowered his head and grunted. He turned to walk away but Triple H put his hand on his shoulder and held him back.

"What happened?" Triple H repeated.

"I lost. I lost, okay?" Jason said, voice trembling.

"Look, that doesn't matter right now. You have a rematch clause in your contract; you can get it back any time. But right now, I want your focus on the main event. It's you and me, against Cena and The Leviathan. Get your head in the game, Jason. We still have a mission to accomplish."

Jason didn't reply. In fact, he looked as if he was about to cry. Triple H didn't see the need to continue. He turned and left for the dressing room. The main event was about an hour and a half away. He retreated to his personal dressing room and observed the Pay-Per-View in silence. Somewhere along the line, he fell asleep. In his sleep, he had some very peculiar nightmares: Jason and the rest of the WWE had imploded. The entire wrestling community had crumbled and he was inside an empty arena, forced to repeatedly live out the one moment in his life that had nearly cost him everything. He watched over and over as Randy Orton leaped into the air, unto his prone body, as the darkness consumed them all.

Triple H woke up in an instant. He was sweating from head to toe. It was nearly time for the main event and someone was knocking on his door. It was Jason, who seemed to be in better spirits than before.

"Hunter, it's time. Are you alright? You look ill." Jason said with a concerned look.

Triple H gave him a tight smile. "Thank you for your concern, but I'll be fine. Let's go out there and give those bastards the fight of their lives."

Jason remained silent and nodded. The two made their way towards the Gorilla Position where they waited until Triple H's entrance music played. Once it started, they pulled back the curtains and soaked in the audience's applause. The entire arena was supporting them all the way, and he knew the boys in the back were too. They were the working class heroes out to take out an evil corporation, and the fans just ate it up. As soon as they reached the ring, The Leviathan came out followed by John Cena. Cena looked banged up, but tried his best not to show it.

"I'll start first. Stay in the corner and wait for my signal." Triple H whispered to Jason as the bell rang and the match went underway.

John Cena threw his shirt to the crowd and wasted no time in charging towards him. The force of Cena's tackle sent him staggering back to the corner. He bounced back with some lefts and rights, taking the fight back to the middle of the ring. Cena wobbled as he felt Triple H's fists connect. The two grabbed each other simultaneously went for a hip toss. Triple H was able to counter this and land one of his own, however. Cena got back up on his feet and tagged in the world's heavyweight champion, The Leviathan. The Leviathan was quick to level him with a strong clothesline. Jason scaled the turnbuckle and performed a picture-perfect crossbody, only to be caught in mid-air and slammed right into Triple H's prone body.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" The Leviathan taunted.

He picked up both men and amazingly, chokeslammed them both on the spot. The crowd was getting hot. Jason crawled away and back to the corner. The Leviathan grabbed Triple H by the hair and knocked him back down with a strong right hand. Putting Triple H in a headlock, he dragged him all the way back into their corner where John Cena made the tag. Now the victim of a vicious double team, Triple H did his best to fight back. Both Cena and The Leviathan whipped him across the ring, and as he bounced off the ropes, they caught him with a double hip toss.

"C'mon, move it!" Jason yelled, extending his hand as far as he could.

Triple H attempted to crawl his way back, but John Cena had other plans. He locked in the STF-U and had it cinched in tight. The crowd was on their feet. They suddenly broke into chants of "Triple H!" and "D-X!" as Triple H did his best to crawl towards Jason. The distance between them seemed like miles to him, but his efforts were not in vain; a hot tag was made to Jason who was now wrestling like a man possessed, or rather, a man who had just lost his coveted United States Championship. He was able to knock Cena down with a straight right hand to the jaw. The Leviathan ran towards them to make the save, but Jason was unrelenting and unforgiving. Jason performed what Triple H thought, quite possibly, as the most impressive enzuigiri kick he had ever seen; managing to connect even though The Leviathan was about a foot and a half taller.

The Leviathan went down with a sickening thud. The on-looking crowd suddenly became silent. Only John Cena and Jason Teague were left standing, as a fierce stare down took place. Then they exchanged blows, wildly throwing lefts and rights. The crowd's silence was now broken as the cheers rained upon them. It was then that Triple H's plan began to fall apart. His vision was suddenly in black and white; and the world around him was now in slow motion. Several superstars ran down the ramp, intent in causing trouble. The referee turned his attention to the interfering superstars, as more of them arrived. CM Punk, The Hardys and Rob Van Dam made their way out as well, together with the superstars they had recruited. It became an all out war.

"Watch out!" Triple H heard Jason scream.

He turned sharply back to the action inside the ring when suddenly; his face felt the sheer power and force of The Leviathan's boot. Triple H fell face first into the thinly-covered concrete. Back in the ring, Cena had been hiding brass knuckles in his shorts from the very beginning. With the ref distracted, he put it on and unloaded a knock out punch right on Jason's jaw. Jason fell immediately and the ref was able to notice in time to make the count.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three! Ring the bell!" the referee motioned towards the time keeper.

Triple H felt a surge of anger flow through him as he watched Cena and The Leviathan make a run for it backstage. He reached out into the ring apron and pulled out his sledgehammer. His comrades were still fending off the younger superstars and Jason was still out cold in the ring. Feeling pain all over, he slowly limped towards the brawling superstars, grabbed the nearest man and brought the sledgehammer down on his back. The others began to react and jumped him on the spot. He didn't care that they were outnumbered; all he knew was that he had an insatiable hunger for a brutality that they had yet to see. Swinging his sledgehammer wildly, he brought down man after man, until he had to be held back by The Hardys and CM Punk. The medics came running and strapped Jason on a stretcher; his neck was in bad shape and he was unconscious as well. Triple H watched as they carried him away, and with only one thing on his mind: Vengence.