"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The referee called for the bell. Triple H's theme music began blasting through the speakers. Triple H mounted the top turnbuckle and did his signature pose for the crowd. It was Triple H's first match in a month ever since his victory over Randy Orton at SummerSlam. Triple H felt like a new man, like several years had been taken from his life. He felt young and in his prime again for the first time in years. He got out of the ring and walk towards the backstage area after signing some autographs for some fans at ringside. When he arrived backstage, a road agent handed him a bottle of water.
"Thanks Larry." Triple H said, taking a sip of water.
"No problem." Larry mumbled.
Triple H peacefully strolled towards the locker room, whistling the tune of his theme song "My Time" as he did. He passed by the office of Cyrus, which was open, on his way to the locker room. Hunter glanced towards Cyrus' direction for a while before taking another sip of water. After Hunter passed by, Shane McMahon closed the door and locked it. He sat down and poured himself a bottle of champagne.
"He's doesn't seem to be worrying about that match at Unforgiven." Shane said.
"He's a cocky piece of shit, I'll give him that." Cyrus replied.
"But he backs it up, so now--"
"We raise the bar. We take "The Game" to the next level." Cyrus said, cutting Shane off.
"Does Coachman know about the plan?"
"He said he'll send back up. Don't worry about a thing. By the way, what's Orton's status?"
"We rushed him to the hospital right after SummerSlam. His back's in tremendous pain. He'll be out for at least a year." Shane said casually.
"So no involvement from the Japanese this time?"
"No." Shane said, getting up.
"We have to get this thing done soon. My father has invested a lot into this project. The future of the company depends on this." Shane said before leaving.
Triple H marched down the ramp as his theme music played. WWE Unforgiven was sold out. His match may not be the Main Event, but the fact that nobody knows who his opponent is going to be is still intriguing. Triple H stood in the ring and stretched a little bit. A lot was going through his mind. His thoughts drifted from his mystery opponent to the newly added stipulation that the match would be Falls Count Anywhere. After his theme music died down, Cyrus' face appeared on the Titantron. Triple H, although not entirely surprised by his appearance, glared at Cyrus. Cyrus pretended not to notice and cleared his throat.
"How are you all doing tonight? I hope you're all enjoying the pay-per-view because it's only about to get wilder." Cyrus said, his face beaming.
"Things are looking up," Cyrus said, looking serious, "But not for you, Triple H."
"When I announced this match on , I said your opponent would be someone you'd least expect, there was a misunderstanding. It was supposed to say opponents."
Triple H felt a cold chill down his spine. He finally realized how dangerous his situation is.
"Triple H, you will be facing not one, not two, not three, not even four wrestlers! No, no, no. You'll be facing and entire faction! With Jonathan Coachman's permission, I was able to bring back a defunct faction for one night only."
A familiar rock song began to play and several wrestlers dressed in grunge-type attires began to walk down the ramp. It was the remnants of Hush's old gang from ECW. Triple H grabbed his sledgehammer from underneath the ring as fast as he could and then got back in the ring. Two guys came running towards him and received shots to the stomach for it. Two down, five more to go. The rest began circling the ring. Triple H gripped his sledgehammer tightly, staring at all directions. One of them jumped him from behind. Triple H fought back, but the rest soon followed. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way out of this. Individually, he could take care of any of them. All at once? Impossible. A greasy-looking guy kicked him in the nuts and took his sledgehammer. While the rest held his arms and legs, the greasy-looking one raised the hammer up high before giving Triple H a crippling blow to the shoulder.
"Fuck…" Triple H said to himself as he felt his shoulder went numb.
He received another blow, this time to the face. Triple H spat out his blood and looked up. The greasy-looking guy was preparing for another blow.
"Gonna tell me to suck it now, big man?" he said.
"Maybe…" Triple H replied.
With one swift motion, Triple H used all the strength he had to pull his right arm out of their grasp, pulling the one holding it in the process. Just as the final blow was about to land, Triple H ducked and the one holding his arm got hit instead. Triple H broke free began laying them out with several lefts and rights. Triple H brawled with the one holding his sledgehammer and as the guy began leaning on the ropes, Triple H mustered enough strength to clothesline him out of the ring. As the guy fell, Triple H knelt down and grabbed his left shoulder. It was in intense pain, maybe it was even broken.
He got out of the ring and Pedigreed one of the wrestlers, effectively taking him out. Triple H turned to the rest, who were now at ringside and armed with chairs, and taunted them to attack with a crotch chop. One of them was stupid enough to attack, but Triple H knocked him down with a drop toe hold. The rest followed, but Triple H had a game plan for them. Picking up the steel steps, he threw it at them before climbing up the second turnbuckle. With the other five gang members momentarily distracted, he dove on them with a huge splash. All of them lay motionless on the floor. The crowd cheered and began throwing chairs into the ring, echoing a similar situation in ECW years before. Triple H got up and picked up his sledgehammer. Still clutching his injured shoulder, he fed off the energy of the live crowd and began feeling an adrenaline rush.
"Chicken shit cowards…" He muttered to himself.
Triple H picked up the nearest one and gave him a blow to the spine. The poor soul twitched for a while before falling on the ground. Another one came running at him but fell short on his attack, giving Hunter the opportunity to Pedigree him on the floor. At that very moment, the crowd went nuts. Literally the entire ECW roster came running down the ramp and attacked Triple H. Hunter was battered and broken. The ECW roster beat him to unconsciousness, and as he passed out, one of the participants of the match pinned him.
"And the winners of the match, ECW!" the ring announcer yelled, as the ECW theme song played.
The entire ECW roster celebrated in the ring, as the fans threw garbage at them. The wrestlers didn't seem to mind though. Just as they were being targeted with garbage, they too saw it fit to throw things at the fallen carcass of Triple H, although they did it in a more 'extreme' fashion. As they celebrated, they also began to clean out the ring by throwing the chairs at ringside, on Triple H more specifically.
As the pay-per-view went into intermission, the last sight the people watching on TV saw was Triple H buried underneath a mountain of steel chairs. Backstage, someone was obviously enjoying the sight. Hush opened a can of beer and took a sip.
"Perfect." He said, as he drank some more.