Life Of A Superstar 2: Smackdown vs RAW, Pt. 1
Chapter 10: Sneak Preview
"So let me get this straight," said Triple H in the ring one week before WrestleMania. "That demented walking hermit crab, Mankind, comes out of some dungeon and Jimmy Hart makes him sheriff of RAW because he wants to end the chaos around here? That's like trying to put out a fire by dumping gas on it. Everyone in this arena knows that Mankind and I can't stand each other. It should be pretty obvious to Hart, Vince and everyone else that Mankind is just a bitter, broken has-been who's taking advantage of a opportunity to sabotage my World Heavyweight title reign. And if they think they can come here and order me around..."
Mankind approaches the ring. "Sorry to interrupt you, Triple H, but your little diatribe seems to beg this question: For a man who calls himself "The Cerebral Assassin," I have to wonder how "cerebral" you really are, seeing as how you've come out here to run your mouth about the new sheriff in town. I hate to point out the obvious, but it seems that as of last week, Jimmy Hart is your new boss, and you can rest assured that your new boss ain't the same as the old boss."
"You think you impress me, Mankind? You think you scare me? I know you're just about one concussion away from a lifetime pass to the nuthouse. So in case you forgot, let me remind you: I am a 10-time World champion."
"No, I have not forgotten, and I have to admit, it takes a special talent to win the title that many times, just like you must admit that it takes a special talent to lose it that many times. But since you like to keep track of stuff like that, you're in luck. You see, you get to add another loss on the record should you lose that title at WrestleMania. Jimmy Hart saw the need of a match that will not only keep your cronies out, but will keep you in. So I suggested a little match that I keep near and dear to my heart, not to mention my ruptured kidney, busted ribs and the incisor that found its way from my upper lip and lodged itself in my nose for all the world to see! So in case you haven't guessed by now, let me spell it out for you: Your World Heavyweight Title Match is going to be... a Hell In A Cell! Have A Nice Day!"
Triple H tried to plead his way out of this situation until Mr. Socko, courtesy of Mankind, is stuffed down Triple H's gullet, the Mandible Claw! Meanwhile, Chris joins Mankind in a tag team match. Triple H lost his focus thanks to that sock. Chris and Mankind won the match.
