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The attacks
Triple H was hurting very badly while he just laid in his locker room. He started to doze off when his door just got slammed down. In ran someone and just started to beat the crap out of him. He had a baseball bat and just slammed it down hard on his back. He then took one hard shot to his face.
The next day Triple H opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and was in a dark room. He felt his face and felt a lot of dry blood. He started to wander around. He found the door and walked out. He was still in his locker room. He washed up and left the arena.
He went home and rested for a while when he was awaken by his phone ringing. He picked it up. "Listen Hunter, said the voice on the other line. I need to speak to you in person. It's about The Rebels. Meet me somewhere. You name it." Triple H named a local restaurant and they planned to meet there in an hour and a half.
Triple H walked into the restaurant slowly. (He was still hurting from the attack.) He looked around and saw The Rock waving him down. He sat down at the table with The Rock. "Hunter the reason that I wanted to see you was because Vince tried to get me to join the Rebels. He told me his plans. He wants you to just get destroyed." "Yeah I kind of noticed when they kicked my ass." Triple H replied. "Vince told me that he would rather just have you hand over that title than actually fight in a match. I seriously think that you should give them the belt because they will really just kick the crap out of you." "There is no way in hell that I will just give up my championship belt. They have to earn it." Triple H said with a very serious tone. "Alright but I'm just saying watch your back alright." The Rock said as he walked away.
Triple H just went around for a little drive before he went home. He was thinking about the whole situation with Vince McMahon. He decided that if Vince wanted to get a group than he would just have to go out there and do the same, but who can he get to help him fight the powerful group of the rebels.
Triple H pulled into the driveway with a little list of guys that he could get to help him fight the Rebels. He walked in and set his keys on the table. He walked into the kitchen and out of nowhere a man in a mask and dark clothes came in there and just hit him hard with big right hands. Triple H grabbed a salt shaker off the table and hit the man in the head. The man fell back a little dazed. But came right back and Triple H was ready for him and hit him with his phone that laid on the counter. The man fell to the ground. The stranger crawled out to the dining room. Triple H then followed.
Triple H jumped down on him and just started pounding him in the face with his fist. Triple H started to pull off the mans mask, but he grabbed Hunter's arms and threw Triple H off of him. The stranger pulled out some brass knuckles and took a couple of hard shots to the face of Triple H, knocking him out. The stranger ran out the front door with Triple H laying in a pool of his own blood for the second time.
The attacks
Triple H was hurting very badly while he just laid in his locker room. He started to doze off when his door just got slammed down. In ran someone and just started to beat the crap out of him. He had a baseball bat and just slammed it down hard on his back. He then took one hard shot to his face.
The next day Triple H opened his eyes slowly. He looked around and was in a dark room. He felt his face and felt a lot of dry blood. He started to wander around. He found the door and walked out. He was still in his locker room. He washed up and left the arena.
He went home and rested for a while when he was awaken by his phone ringing. He picked it up. "Listen Hunter, said the voice on the other line. I need to speak to you in person. It's about The Rebels. Meet me somewhere. You name it." Triple H named a local restaurant and they planned to meet there in an hour and a half.
Triple H walked into the restaurant slowly. (He was still hurting from the attack.) He looked around and saw The Rock waving him down. He sat down at the table with The Rock. "Hunter the reason that I wanted to see you was because Vince tried to get me to join the Rebels. He told me his plans. He wants you to just get destroyed." "Yeah I kind of noticed when they kicked my ass." Triple H replied. "Vince told me that he would rather just have you hand over that title than actually fight in a match. I seriously think that you should give them the belt because they will really just kick the crap out of you." "There is no way in hell that I will just give up my championship belt. They have to earn it." Triple H said with a very serious tone. "Alright but I'm just saying watch your back alright." The Rock said as he walked away.
Triple H just went around for a little drive before he went home. He was thinking about the whole situation with Vince McMahon. He decided that if Vince wanted to get a group than he would just have to go out there and do the same, but who can he get to help him fight the powerful group of the rebels.
Triple H pulled into the driveway with a little list of guys that he could get to help him fight the Rebels. He walked in and set his keys on the table. He walked into the kitchen and out of nowhere a man in a mask and dark clothes came in there and just hit him hard with big right hands. Triple H grabbed a salt shaker off the table and hit the man in the head. The man fell back a little dazed. But came right back and Triple H was ready for him and hit him with his phone that laid on the counter. The man fell to the ground. The stranger crawled out to the dining room. Triple H then followed.
Triple H jumped down on him and just started pounding him in the face with his fist. Triple H started to pull off the mans mask, but he grabbed Hunter's arms and threw Triple H off of him. The stranger pulled out some brass knuckles and took a couple of hard shots to the face of Triple H, knocking him out. The stranger ran out the front door with Triple H laying in a pool of his own blood for the second time.