HHH heard his music, and started out towards the ramp, grabbing his bottle of water on the way to the ramp. He unscrewed the top, and threw it away. He got onto the ramp, and took a drink of water. He spit it out, tasting the vinegar that had been added to it. He threw the bottle away, and simply walked down to the ring, angry.

Jericho stood in the center of the ring, doing his Highlight Reel segment. HHH climbed into the ring, and stood with a microphone in his hand.

"So HHH, what are you going to do with this Anonymous threat?"

"I'm going to do what I do best. I am the Game, and that Anonymous guy doesn't scare me."

"So, have you decided to fight him yet?"

"No-"

All the lights went out. The fans cheered. HHH's and Jericho's hair stood on end.

Dead I am the dog; hound of hell, you cry.

Devil on you back; I can never die.

Anonymous made his way out as the pyros ignited. HHH and Jericho both felt scared, and got out of the way of Anonymous as he sprung into the ring. He stabbed his katana into the canvas, and the turnbuckle pyros ignited. The lights turned back on and the Highlight Reel segment continued. HHH was afraid of Anonymous, but he didn't attack. Anonymous lifted his microphone to his mask.

"First off, how did you like the vinegar?" Anonymous paused as HHH started yelling at him, making him laugh. "And second, you're saying that you know you won't stand a chance against me in any match type, so you're buying time, right?"

HHH started shaking his head furiously. "I'm not afraid of you!"

"I think you are. I think you're ready to piss yourself." Anonymous said. "So I'll tell you what. If you don't make up your mind, I'll make it up for you. Hell, we might as well have a match right here, right now."

Just then, Orton and Flair ran down to the ramp, and circled the ring, waiting for Anonymous.

"Now Anonymous, before you begin to kill people around here, I have several questions for you. First off, now that you have hindsight, what would you do differently about that TLC match with La Resistance?"

"I would have beaten them up a hell of a lot more. You know, its kind of funny to think about it, but isn't it funny how they both knew that they would be crushed if they were going solo? And I don't need to tell you about how they always say the same things over and over, and just twisting the words around."

Just then, Flair ran up the steps and started attacking Anonymous for no reason, and expected the others to try so also. Anonymous turned around slowly. Flair jabbed his thumb into Anonymous' eye.

"You shit-head! You hit my fake eye! Where'd it go?" Anonymous began looking around the ring for his glass eye. He found it, and popped it back into his socket. "Oh, now I get it, HHH. You need your little friends to help you win a match. Well, I have mine too. An entire locker room full, actually. But the first 2 down here are free to join the blood shed." HBK came out, followed by Nash.

Anonymous waved bye to Evolution. HHH also left with them, and reached the top of the ramp with Evolution. "Hunter!" Anonymous called to HHH as he walked up the ramp. "Know this. I've beaten Flair, and I seriously enjoyed kicking Randy Orton's 3rd-generation pretty-boy ass. And you'll be next!"

Orton started yelling at Anonymous, trying to threaten him. HHH and flair were holding him back and still going up the ramp.

Jericho, ever the opportunist, attacked Anonymous. He simply shrugged off the attack, and laughed. Jericho looked like he was ready to piss his pants as Anonymous stared at him.

Jericho found himself launched into the fans.

Evolution had stopped running up the ramp, and was running back down to join the melee. HBK and Nash ran around the ring, and started chasing them back up the ramp. Anonymous stared at the "Jeri-tron 5000", and held up his fist. The thumb turned down. The fans knew what was going to happen. Anonymous ran against the rope.

He honestly didn't know he could do a drop kick that high. Regardless, the plasma TV fell to the ground in a shower of sparks.

So much for the Highlight Reel, but who liked it anyway?