WrestleMania XXXVII was an extremely successful event and a historic night in WWE History. The Main Event saw Reid Flair successfully defend the World Heavyweight Championship as well as the rise of a new WWE Champion. Perhaps the most talked about match of the night was the John Cena vs. Triple H match. The build-up towards the match was excellent. Triple H would be fighting for his career which he had just re-launched less than a year earlier. The man did not disappoint, as he walked away the victor, leaving John Cena a bloody mess in the ring.

His victory was not one without repercussions, however.

With Triple H still a member of the Smackdown roster, management did what they had to do to ensure his "fair" dismissal from the company. Overnight, Triple H's contract was modified with the stipulation similar to Ric Flair's in the past. The moment he loses, he retires.

Over the next month or so, management did everything they could to make Triple H lose a match. They made him wrestle on all three brands against all sorts of opponents. To make matters worse, they had scheduled a rematch between him and Cena for Backlash. Fortunately, luck was on Triple H's side.

Reid Flair wasn't going to make it to Backlash. The reigning World Heavyweight Champion had been sidelined with a serious injury, one that threatened his career. A few days before Backlash, a tournament was organized featuring the top wrestlers of all three brands. Sixteen WWE superstars would compete in a tournament in which the winner would be awarded the World Heavyweight Championship. Naturally, both Cena and Triple H were a part of it.

It was going to be a long night, that's for sure.

Backlash was to take place in Madison Square Garden. Aside from the WWE, ECW and Women's Championship matches on the undercard, the main event was the tournament itself. Triple H's match was up first. His first opponent was an ECW superstar named Acheron. Acheron had this religious zealot gimmick going, but not even that could help him kick out of the Pedigree. After only three minutes, Triple H had advanced to the next round.

Backstage, Shane McMahon smiled devilishly.

"Enjoy it while you can, Hunter," He said to himself, "That belt's not coming to you anytime soon."

For his second match of the night, Triple H faced Ted DiBiase, Jr. DiBiase was a better opponent than Acheron, and despite initial difficulty, Triple H was able to score the pinfall after ten minutes. Shane McMahon's expression changed. DiBiase was such a reliable agent. He thought for sure he'd get the job done. John Cena stood behind him, watching the match as well.

"Your match is up next. Go get ready." Shane said without turning.

Cena grunted and left the room. Shane looked back and locked the door as soon the hallway became quiet. Unlike his father, he never quite trusted Cena. Sure, he had an amazing track record with the company, but he was still a superstar. His employee. Maybe, just maybe, after this is done, they can find a way to get rid of Cena as well. Shane quietly contemplated this as he watched the matches closely.

Triple H's third opponent of the night was Jason Teague, the former leader of DX. Now this was interesting, Shane thought to himself, as he watched the drama unfold. Surprisingly, Triple H was pretty much ruthless towards his ex-protégé. After five minutes, Triple H hit the Pedigree for the win. He was headed for the finals. And his opponent was none other than John Cena himself. Their scheduled rematch was back on.

The pay-per-view Main Event would be contested in a No Holds Barred match. Triple H entered the ring with his trusty sledgehammer and waited for the entrance of his hated rival. Cena came running down the ramp pretty soon afterwards and the match was on.

Triple H came at him, swinging the sledgehammer with all his might. Cena backed away and brought a chair into the ring. After one huge swing, however, there was already a large dent on the chair. He aimed a shot straight towards Cena's stomach and connected. Cena fell down on the floor with a sickening thud. Triple H grabbed him by the leg and dragged him out of the ring. There, he picked up Cena's prone body and gave him a Suplex on the concrete floor

"Hey Triple H!" Someone from behind called.

He looked back only to be hit by a steel chair. It was one of McMahon's agents. A large RAW superstar had emerged from the audience, leading a faction of large muscular men with him. They quickly ganged up on him and threw back into the ring. Triple H forced himself to get up and turned to face Cena, who was back in the ring as well. Acting on instinct, Cena grabbed him and lifted him on his shoulders for a punishing F-U. Cena covered him, but only got a two count.

"Hey, what the hell?" Triple H heard Cena say.

He turned to the direction Cena was facing and saw nearly half of the locker room charge towards them. Preparing for the worst, both of them grabbed a nearby weapon and braced themselves. At the exact same moment, the other half of the locker room had emerged from the crowd and charged at them from behind.

"Oh shit…"

He glanced at Cena's face; even he seemed genuinely surprised. The superstars entered the ring at the same time, and perhaps the biggest brawl in the WWE took place. Some fell off the top rope, others stayed in the ring. Several officials ran out along with the referees and tried to pacify the situation. The road agents, the crew workers, everyone came out. This was no elaborate stunt planned by the McMahons. Backstage, even Shane McMahon was stunned.

"What the fuck is going on?!" He said to himself.

He turned to leave the office when he saw a large blond man in a brown trench coat standing in front of him.

"Where do you think you're going?" The blond man said before landing a strong punch on Shane McMahon's face.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, it was total chaos. Bodies were flying everywhere. The environment was insane. Triple H stood alone in the middle of the ring in the midst of all the chaos. He was seemingly ignored by everyone. Yet the strange part was, because this was a no-holds barred match, the match was still technically on. He suddenly had an idea. Gripping his sledgehammer firmly in his hands, he struck Cena at the back. Cena went down quickly, incapacitated. Calling the nearest ref he could find, he immediately went for the pin.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

The ref ran toward the time keeper, took the bell and rang it as many times as he could. Bewildered, the announcer yelled at the top of his lungs:

"The winner of the match, and the new World Heavyweight Champion…Triple H!"

The crowd cheered and screamed at the top of their lungs. The superstars at ringside paid no heed and continued their brawl. Backstage, Shane McMahon was recovering from that brutal sneak attack. When he came to, the match was over. McMahon had lost. He too screamed at the top of his lungs and proceeded to destroy his office. As for Triple H, the last anybody saw of him that night was when he grabbed the World Heavyweight Championship belt and left through the crowd together with some people dressed in black.

World Wrestling Entertainment had plunged itself into total anarchy.

Author's Note:

Confused? The last chapter and the epilogue will probably answer most if not all of your questions. One more to go. Thanks for all the reviews, but remember to save some for the sequels!

-Chris Orton