The fans were silent at the University of Phoenix Stadium in Phoenix, Arizona. They were eagerly awaiting the show to start. As advertised on , Triple H was to be interviewed live from WWE HQ in Stamford, Connecticut. The pyro that usually signals the start of Monday Night RAW went off and the fans got off their seats and cheered as RAW officially began.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Monday Night RAW!" Todd Grisham announced. "We're gonna kick things off with a bang as non other than Triple H is making a special guest appearance here tonight."

The General Manager of Monday Night RAW, Dave Batista, was in the middle of the ring. Batista smiled as he soaked in the applause of the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Batista began, "Without further ado, I am proud to present a very good friend of mine, WWE Legend, Triple H!"

Triple H's image appeared on the Titantron. He was live from WWE HQ and he was not in a cheerful mood. Hell, he was fuming. Last night was a huge setback and they had to start from scratch all over again. Several crew members and agents were still setting up the microphone and the camera. He didn't mind though, he was far too busy gathering his thoughts; thinking about what he would say to the entire WWE Universe. The camera man gave him a signal and he was on the air.

"Hello Dave, thanks for having me." Triple H said weakly and he flinched at the thought of sounding so defeated.

"Now Triple H, what me and the rest of the WWE Universe is dying to know is, what is going through your head after such a devastating loss last night at SummerSlam?" Batista asked.

Triple H paused for a bit and rubbed his chin. "My thoughts? Well, Dave, if you must know, my thoughts are with Jason, who is recovering from a concussion he received last night and my thoughts are with the two men responsible."

The crowd began a Triple H chant. A nearby monitor that was broadcasting RAW featured a shot at the audience, many of them holding up DX signs and Triple H signs.

"Well give my regards to Jason then, but now my next question is going to be a tough one." Batista said with a serious look on his face.

Triple H shrugged and gave him an emotionless expression.

"There have been rumors that for several months now, you were the mastermind behind all the attacks on the Co-Chairman, Hulk Hogan, and on the recent one on John Cena. If so Hunter, then why?"

"Why?" Triple H repeated, "Dave, I'm not going to lie to you; you're damn right it was me!"

The crowd cheered wildly, much to everybody's surprise. Even Triple H didn't expect a thunderous applause. He knew his actions as of late were a bit extreme to say the least, but he never imagine the fans would approve, let alone cheer on his actions. The expression on Batista's face was one of shock, but deep down it was all an act. Batista had known about this for months, but it wouldn't be wise for him to risk Batista's job by revealing their connections so they agreed that it would be best if Batista feigned surprise. The announcers, however, were legitimately surprised and were now mumbling to themselves and discussing the issue.

"And to answer your question, why did I do what I did to Hulk Hogan…" Triple H paused.

He was about to reveal everything. He bit his lip and thought hard about the repercussions. What would this mean to the superstars they had recruited? How will Stephanie be affected? They were bound to target her now that they had actual proof of her involvement.

"When I made my return to the WWE last year," Triple H began, "I had one goal in mind that was to get back on top; in other words, win back the World Heavyweight Championship and have one last run at the top. But the McMahons, my in-laws, Vince and Shane sought to do the opposite. They did everything to keep me away from the title, even to the point of running their own company to the ground by selling their assets to Hulk Hogan."

The crowd booed like crazy the moment Hulk Hogan's name was mentioned.

"You see, the relationship between Hulk Hogan and The McMahons were antagonistic, to say the least. Whatever went through the senile mind of Vince McMahon, he obviously thought it was a good idea to give up half of his family's company to the Hulkster. Hulk Hogan doesn't know shit on how to run this company. The locker rooms are mutinous and contemptible, but does Hogan give a damn? Let me answer my own question: Hell no!"

The camera man in front of him was gesturing him in a 'cut it out' type of way. Triple H shot him a dirty look and continued his tirade.

"So I take it upon myself to put Hulk Hogan out of his misery. I don't care what I have to do to drive him out, but one way or another I will succeed. Hogan's got his own loyal followers, well so have I, and we are prepared to do whatever --"

"Stop! Stop! Stop everything!"

Hulk Hogan marched down the ramp much to the fans' displeasure. Hogan looked confident, Triple H could tell. He has got to be happy with last night's results. He got inside the ring and arrogantly snatched the microphone off Batista's hand.

"Dave, you've done a very good job so far," Hogan said with a huge grin, "And a good job deserves a livable wage, no? Tell you what, I'll give you your paycheck in advanced and then take the whole week off. Go on, you deserve it."

Hulk Hogan playfully slapped Batista in the back and sent him on his way. Batista left without uttering a word and made his way backstage. Hogan continued to smile as if nothing could dampen his day, despite the jeers raining down on him. He had a trick up his sleeve, Triple H thought to himself.

"Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag now. So it was you." Hulk Hogan said cheerfully. His cheerful disposition made Triple H a little uneasy.

"Don't worry about a thing, brother. It's all water under the bridge now, I mean it. Haven't you heard? Last night's event was the most financially successful out of all the SummerSlams the WWE has ever hosted. I'm not gonna fire you for that, hell I'm not even gonna punish you."

Triple H listened in closely. Hogan definitely had his attention now.

"You are a money maker; an asset to this company. I'm gonna show you that I'm not like Vince. Vince never appreciated you, in fact, he wanted you gone. Not me, I'm different. But take note," Hogan said, with a serious look on his face, "You did try to blow up WWE HQ and you viciously attacked a future Hall of Famer, John Cena. Therefore, I'm gonna make Triple H vs. John Cena II at Unforgiven."

For the first time, Triple H felt at ease. The fans cheered on his decision as well. So Hulk Hogan was keeping him; although he sure wasn't gonna make things easy for him. But something told him that Hulk Hogan wasn't even finished.

"How's your boy? What's his name…Jason?" Hogan continued.

Triple H glared at the camera. The rage was building up inside him once again.

"Triple H, I got good news for your boy. He wants to be a star? I'll make him a start, the same way I became a star at WrestleMania III, by slaying a giant. Tell your boy he'll be Main Eventing Unforgiven as he takes on The Leviathan for the Heavyweight Championship of the World!"

Every fan in the arena was on their feet. Triple H couldn't believe what he just heard. Hulk Hogan had just dropped a bombshell. At Unforgiven, it will be Jason vs. The Leviathan for the World title, but more importantly, it will be Cena vs. Triple H II. Triple H clenched his fists at the thought of it. Vengeance would be his come Unforgiven.

Sorry for the delay...I had writer's block. I hope this story is getting interesting to you people. If this isn't a success by the time I finish, there might not be any more sequels or prequels to look forward too.

-Chris