Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:41:49 GMT -5
Rp, Battlemania, "Game over"
« Thread Started on Feb 8, 2006, 4:44pm »
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*Time to play the game blasts the PA system as fans stand up and yell at the top of there lungs.*
Lillian Garcia: Making his way to the ring… from Greenwich, Connecticut… Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is your Intercontinental champion… Triple H!
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
It's all about the game, and how you play it
All about control, and if you can take it
All about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about pain, and who's gonna make it...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I am have heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain, and I know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder, ready to run
Like a good little bitch, from a smoking gun
I am the game, and I make the rules
So move on out, and you can die like a fool
Try and figure out what the move’s gonna be
Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me?
Don't you forget there's a price you can pay
'Cuz I am the game and I want to play
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's all about the game, and how you play it
It's all about control, and if you can take it
It's all about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about the pain, and who's gonna make it...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, there's no way you can change me
I am your debts, and know you can't pay me
I am your pain, and I know you can't take me
Play the game, you're gonna be the same
You're gonna change your name, you're gonna die in flames
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
*Fans await Triple H to appear through the curtain as his music and the message “Game On” appears on the titan tron. When the fans least expect it Triple H comes out from the curtains, wearing blue jeans, glove-like wrist-tape on his right hand and like a arm band on the left arm. Triple H is also wearing a red “Triple H cross t-shirt” and has the Intercontinental title tightly strapped around his waste, Triple H has a water bottle in his right hand, and his moist hair down, covering his face. Triple H slowly pours a little bit of water on his hair and then some in his mouth. After a certain part of music plays Triple H flings his hair back and curls his arms as if he was doing a bicep curl, cocking them back as he takes a step with his right leg, spitting a mist of water in front of him. Triple H slightly pivots to the right side of the ramp, he then continues to walk to the right side of the ramp and does his signature taunt to the fans as the fans scream and yell with all kinds of Triple H and Shawn Michaels signs as the cheers are slowly being drained down into boos. Triple H sees several Shawn Michaels signs and shows his thumbs down to the fans. Triple H continues to the left side of the ramp and points at the fans, shows his thumbs to himself and does his signature taunt. Triple H looks at the ramp and at the ring before continuing down the ramp.*
*Triple H slowly walks down the ramp and then taunts at the fans at the left side of the barrier and then the fans at the right. Triple H stops down at the mats, looks to the left of the arena; fans cheer, Triple H then looks at the right and begins to walk to the right of the ring. Triple H takes a left and stops and looks at all the fans.*
*He notices a “Shawn Michaels sucks” sign. He slowly approaches it, taking a few steps toward it, and then points to it, a mix of cheers and “boos,” mostly boos, are expressed throughout the arena as Triple H points at the sign. Triple H walks back to the center area of the mats, pours a mouth full of water in his mouth and some in his hair, and then throws it into the crowd, hitting a little girl who begins to cry.*
*Triple H grabs onto the top rope with his right hand and simultaneously puts his right knee onto the apron, Triple H then lunges himself up and pulls his left foot onto the apron, he then picks his right knee up and steps up to his foot. Triple H slightly turns so his back is facing to the ring. Triple H puts his hands into a fist on his thighs. As a part of his music plays, he turns his head to the left, then as another part plays and he turns his head to the right. Drums and guitars begin to play simultaneously; Triple H brings his arms up 90 degrees into his signature taunt and spits a mist straight up.*
*Triple H slowly lowers his arms, flexing his shoulder muscles as the water slowly comes back down. Right before Triple H fully brings his arms down; he waits a second then jolts them down spitting the remaining water in his mouth in front of him. Triple H looks into the sea of wrestling fans as the water continues to meet the ground, he points at the fans with his pointer fingers then at himself with his thumbs. Triple H takes a step and places one leg after the other through the middle and top rope.*
*Triple H walks to a turnbuckle, places his right leg on the bottom turnbuckle, his left on the middle then places his right on the middle as well. Triple H points at the fans, then down the ring, Triple H then puts his hands on his belt and does his signature taunt. Triple H continues to the next turnbuckle to the right and continues his same exact motions, he steps onto the turnbuckle the same way and points to the fans and the ring the same exact way, then does his signature taunt. Triple H continues to the next turnbuckle and continues his motions exactly the same as fans erupt in a volcano of cheers. Triple H finishes the next turnbuckle, and then pulls an awaiting microphone from the floor. Triple H waits for the fans to settle down, then begins to speak*
Triple H: Do you know why I was picked to be the number one contender for your championship, Shawn? Because Vince McMahon finally realized who is the greatest in this business *Triple H holds his hand above himself* and who is all the way down here in this business. *Triple H brings his arm below his waste* Vince McMahon finally knows why every time I step in this ring I call myself the greatest, why I'm the man around here, why I am the leader, the general, why I call the shots. And soon enough Michaels, you will know too *Triple H quickly stomps over to the side of the ring facing the titan tron, Triple H brings his arm with the microphone in his hand down and points to the back* You will know why I call myself “the game”, the “cerebral assassin,” the greatest wrestler alive today! You will figure it out as my back lays on your chest, your back on the mat, as the referee brings his arm down for the third time as you lay in middle of this ring, half unconscious, you will know then, Michaels why Vince didn’t bother giving me a challenge, because he knows I will tear apart anyone in this ring and get to you either way! *Triple H walks to the middle of the ring pointing down with his pointer finger*
King: Ha-ha! Triple H has been named number one contender and will now give our champion a beating, isn’t that great.
J.R: As far as I’m concerned Triple H shouldn’t cash in just yet, just be the back, Mr. McMahon chose Triple H to be number one contender doesn’t mean Triple H will win the title as easily as he got the number one contender spot.
King: Are you kidding J.R? Triple H just said he will pin Shawn Michaels, whenever Triple H says that he sure as hell means that!
J.R: Since when did Triple H know when he will win or not?
King: J.R, J.R, J.R you just don’t understand how great Triple H is do you? If Triple H says something he does it, because he is
Triple H: You know Shawn, you got an impressive list of accomplishments, but mine is all that much better, I have done it all from when I was just starting out to who I am today. 5 time WWE champion, 5 time World Heavyweight champion, 6 time Intercontinental champion, 2 time European champion, tag team champion, King of the ring, Royal Rumble winner, Grand slam champion, need I go on? See Michaels, your good, you’re impressive, but I’m great, I’m the best, no one comes better than who is standing in the middle of the ring right now. *Triple H points his thumb at himself* you will meet your match at Battle Mania, Shawn…
King: Wow, Triple H is really making it clear why he is better than Michaels, I guess he just has to face the facts; Triple H backed it up, J.R!
J.R: Oh stop it King, Shawn Michaels has his fair share of accomplishments too, don’t count out the “Heart Break Kid” just yet, you never count him out because sometimes Michaels can do the impossible.
King: Shhhh! Shhh! He’s talking J.R *King quietly insignificantly yells at J.R as he sits as his desk, nodding his head negatively*
Triple H: Michaels, this is a game you CANNOT win, see, anything you can physically do in this ring, against an opponent, I can do that much greater, I've got the body, I've got the ability, I've got the talent and I've got the brains. *Triple H spreads and holds his arms up as he strolls around the ring in confidence* I can counter anything you do, I can knock you out like that *Triple H snaps his fingers as he speaks* and you won’t know what hit you… you know why? Because I am the “Cerebral Assassin” I make sure everything I do in this ring is pre-determined, I make sure I know what I am going to do before I even think I am going to do it… I make sure I will counter all of your moves before I know you will even hit it. That is what it takes to be the “Cerebral Assassin” and if you can’t handle it, don’t even bother buying the victory sham pane, Michaels, because I will use every damn thing my mentor, Killer Kowalski showed me, and you will see why everyone calls me a “Cerebral Assassin,” you will see what it is that makes me who I am.
King: Well, J.R, Triple H just proved yet again that he can do anything Shawn Michaels can, so I got to say J.R nothing is impossible… for “The Game”
J.R: King, Shawn Michaels can do many things others can’t as can Triple H, Triple H has some of the strongest spine busters this business has every seen, that no one can re-create while Michaels elbow drops, no one can re-create. King you damn well know both Triple H and Shawn Michaels have there pro’s and con’s when it comes to comparing them.
King: Pro’s? Con’s? J.R, we are not learning about the philosophy of agriculture here… This is wrestling!
Triple H: Michaels, you should realize that no matter what they put against me I always come out on top.*Triple H points his pointer finger up*
Triple H: Every damn time I step in this ring…*Triple H points down at the ring*
Triple H: Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year!*Triple H points at the titan tron as he screams through the microphone* No matter who it is, no matter what obstacle I have to take, no matter what I have to do, I've beaten them all, that’s why I am the game… that’s why I am the cerebral assassin. *Triple H stomps around the ring in anger as his continues to chew away on his gum* See Michaels, I made what wrestling is today, from local Indy federations to Professional wrestling, I’ve done it all, and if anyone thinks for one second I am going to let someone who has barely made a name for himself in this business, pin me to the mat, think again, jack, because I am taking Shawn Michaels’ ass and I am gonna’ pin it down to the mat come Battle Mania. *Triple H slowly lifts up his pointer finger, then his middle finger, then his ring finger and stares at the fingers as he hold them to his left side, he hold his head up, flinging his hair back and continues to speak* You will wake up and look into my eyes and you will know I am The Game and that I AM THAT DAMN GOOD… the last image that anyone will have of Shawn Michaels is of him being a bloody, crippled mess in this ring.*Triple H points down to the ring* And regardless of whether you sanction it or not, it will be an image that will live in their minds,*Triple H points at the camera* in your mind,*Triple H circles in place pointing at the crowd* in my mind... *Triple H points at himself with his thumb* and it sure as hell will live in Michaels mind… FOREVER.
J.R: Triple H is just getting a little over confident here; can he really call himself the best, without hesitation?
King: Of course he can, J.R he is… The “Cerebral Assassin,” The “Game”… Roar!
J.R: *Jim Ross looks at King in complete clueless ness* Oh save it King. I would watch myself because if you go around here, calling yourself the best, someone is bound to take that personally and you will end up in pretty bad shape.
King: Hah, I bet you know that from experience from when you were a hall monitor, J.R? *King cracks himself up*
Triple H: I’ll beat you half to death, I swear to god I will do anything to win that title, and if it means to kill you, I’ll do it. *Triple H stares in complete anger as fans stand in the crowd confused and scared.* Not many wrestlers know what sweet chin music is, but I for one do. It’s not a move that you rely on to win your match, it is the life-line between “sweet chin” music and your opponent, I found a way to cut that off, I found a way to silence the music, completely shut it off… Bam! Silence…*Triple H holds his hand to his ear* no more sweet chin music. And that is, Michaels, my best friend in this ring, *Triple H points down to the ring as he circles the ring and comes to a halt in the dead center of the ring* And it will take that boom-box in your leg and break it in half! *Triple H holds out his arm as something in the far distance slowly lowers, as it comes down to the ring, it comes to sight, Triple H unbuckles a sledgehammer* My best friend, my side-kick, the career ender… the sledgehammer! Fear it Michaels because this very sledgehammer will stop the horrid music… FOR GOOD! *Triple H takes a deep breath, staring down at the sledgehammer as his face turns completely serious and slowly begins to slowly space around the ring, with the sledgehammer in hand*
King: Uh-oh Triple H is going blood thirsty for the title, J.R, you know what that means?
J.R: No, I don’t King, enlighten me, you are making Triple H seem more than he is, King, yes he is good wrestler, but, no, he should not be interpreted as the best.
King: You just don’t understand, J.R, Triple H is going to do anything to get that title, did you hear him?! He said he will break Shawn Michael’s leg with a sledgehammer! I’d stay away from him if I was anyone right now; Triple H is no fun to be around when he is like this.
J.R: I’ll take your advice, King, but then again he always looks scary. *J.R begins to crack up but King cuts J.R off*
King: I hope he heard you, because if he did you’re in for it now!
J.R: Oh, I am so scared, King! *J.R sarcastically continues to ramble on*
*Triple H walks to the ropes closest to the titan tron and continues to speak*
Triple H: At battle mania, Shawn Michaels, I am taking you straight to hell… The show stopper will be stopped… The heart break kid will be broken… The headliner, the main event will drop to my knees and fall victim to the pedigree… it will be time to face facts, Shawn. And the fact is, The Game will pass you by. The fact is, I will be the showstopper. I will be the icon. And for you, Shawn, this game WILL be…OVER… Because I’m that *Triple H raises his sledge hammer then slightly lowers it* damn*Triple H raises his sledge hammer again then slightly lowers it* good!*Triple H raises his sledge hammer one last time then drops his microphone and circles the ring.*
*Triple H stands in the dead center as he puts both his hands on the sledgehammer. With all his might Triple H slams the sledge hammer head in to the canvass as the canvass ripples beneath it, leaving the sledge hammer sticking out of the canvass. Triple H throws off his t-shirt into the crowd and looks down at the sledgehammer, with his hair covering his face. Triple H mutters words under his breath and flings his hair back behind his head, Triple H raises his arms and bends them to a 90 degree angle doing his signature right in front of the sledge hammer*
J.R: BAH GAWD HE JUST DROVE THE SLEDGEHAMMER INTO THE CANVASS! Bah Gawd! Bah Gawd!
King: Whoa, ha-ha yea and that is exactly was he is going to do to Shawn Michael’s leg at Battle Mania. Ha-ha!
*Triple H walks over to the ropes nearest to the ramp and pulls one leg through the middle and top rope, then looks back at the sledgehammer. Triple H pulls his other leg through, places his and on the apron and jumps down off of it. Triple H walks to the right side of the barrier and does his signature taunt at them, a fan boos at Triple H, Triple H points his thumb down to the fans and yells at the top of his lungs “Game over,” the fan frowns, and quiets down. Triple H then steps over to the other side and taunts to them as well, few cheers are heard throughout the arena, being consumed by boos. Triple H continues up the ramp looking left and right and hearing left and right the mixed cheers and signs for Triple and Shawn Michaels, all of the Triple H’s cheers get drained away by boos and the millions of Shawn Michaels signs and posters slowly overlap the few Triple H signs. Triple H stops, facing his back to the fans. He walks back to the right side of the ramp, points to all the fans and does his signature taunt, he walks over to the left and points at the fans cheering for him, points at himself, with his thumbs and does his signature taunt, like he did on the right side.*
*Triple H is about to leave but stops, turns around and steps right before the ramp. Triple H looks to the left and then to the right and does his signature taunt. Triple H takes a few steps back, while facing forward as he looks at the sledgehammer. Triple H stops, and finally turns around, rips the curtain to the side and walks to the back. Triple H is about to disappear into the winding hallway, but is stopped by Todd Grisham, Todd begins to speak as Triple H impatiently waits.*
Todd: Do you mind having a word? *Todd continues without Triple H’s “ok”* Those are some strong statements you said there, Triple H. Do you really feel will be as easy as you claimed. Shawn Michaels is a tough competi… *Todd is cut off by Triple H*
Triple H: Apparently you didn’t listen to a damn word I said! *Triple H pulls the microphone disrespectfully out of Todd’s hand and continues to speak.* I never said it will be easy, chances are it won’t… But one thing I can guarantee when I face Michaels is, after I end! After I DESTROY! The “music” Michaels will be helpless… and all it will come down to is the life changer, the career ender, the difference maker… The pedigree! *Triple H approaches the camera as close as he can, only his face is visible through the screen* And after you witness the pedigree first hand in that ring, Michaels, it will be… Game…Over!
*Triple H throws the microphone at Todd, his glasses falls off as he scatters on the floor looking for his glasses and the microphone. Triple H turns around, looks back at the camera one last time, he then turns around and walks away from the camera, slowly disappearing into the dark, seemingly never ending hallway signaling the end of the show. The NHBWO logo appears in a black background. The logo slowly fades away and commercials play*
« Thread Started on Feb 8, 2006, 4:44pm »
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*Time to play the game blasts the PA system as fans stand up and yell at the top of there lungs.*
Lillian Garcia: Making his way to the ring… from Greenwich, Connecticut… Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is your Intercontinental champion… Triple H!
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
It's all about the game, and how you play it
All about control, and if you can take it
All about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about pain, and who's gonna make it...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I am have heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain, and I know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder, ready to run
Like a good little bitch, from a smoking gun
I am the game, and I make the rules
So move on out, and you can die like a fool
Try and figure out what the move’s gonna be
Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me?
Don't you forget there's a price you can pay
'Cuz I am the game and I want to play
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's all about the game, and how you play it
It's all about control, and if you can take it
It's all about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about the pain, and who's gonna make it...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, there's no way you can change me
I am your debts, and know you can't pay me
I am your pain, and I know you can't take me
Play the game, you're gonna be the same
You're gonna change your name, you're gonna die in flames
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
*Fans await Triple H to appear through the curtain as his music and the message “Game On” appears on the titan tron. When the fans least expect it Triple H comes out from the curtains, wearing blue jeans, glove-like wrist-tape on his right hand and like a arm band on the left arm. Triple H is also wearing a red “Triple H cross t-shirt” and has the Intercontinental title tightly strapped around his waste, Triple H has a water bottle in his right hand, and his moist hair down, covering his face. Triple H slowly pours a little bit of water on his hair and then some in his mouth. After a certain part of music plays Triple H flings his hair back and curls his arms as if he was doing a bicep curl, cocking them back as he takes a step with his right leg, spitting a mist of water in front of him. Triple H slightly pivots to the right side of the ramp, he then continues to walk to the right side of the ramp and does his signature taunt to the fans as the fans scream and yell with all kinds of Triple H and Shawn Michaels signs as the cheers are slowly being drained down into boos. Triple H sees several Shawn Michaels signs and shows his thumbs down to the fans. Triple H continues to the left side of the ramp and points at the fans, shows his thumbs to himself and does his signature taunt. Triple H looks at the ramp and at the ring before continuing down the ramp.*
*Triple H slowly walks down the ramp and then taunts at the fans at the left side of the barrier and then the fans at the right. Triple H stops down at the mats, looks to the left of the arena; fans cheer, Triple H then looks at the right and begins to walk to the right of the ring. Triple H takes a left and stops and looks at all the fans.*
*He notices a “Shawn Michaels sucks” sign. He slowly approaches it, taking a few steps toward it, and then points to it, a mix of cheers and “boos,” mostly boos, are expressed throughout the arena as Triple H points at the sign. Triple H walks back to the center area of the mats, pours a mouth full of water in his mouth and some in his hair, and then throws it into the crowd, hitting a little girl who begins to cry.*
*Triple H grabs onto the top rope with his right hand and simultaneously puts his right knee onto the apron, Triple H then lunges himself up and pulls his left foot onto the apron, he then picks his right knee up and steps up to his foot. Triple H slightly turns so his back is facing to the ring. Triple H puts his hands into a fist on his thighs. As a part of his music plays, he turns his head to the left, then as another part plays and he turns his head to the right. Drums and guitars begin to play simultaneously; Triple H brings his arms up 90 degrees into his signature taunt and spits a mist straight up.*
*Triple H slowly lowers his arms, flexing his shoulder muscles as the water slowly comes back down. Right before Triple H fully brings his arms down; he waits a second then jolts them down spitting the remaining water in his mouth in front of him. Triple H looks into the sea of wrestling fans as the water continues to meet the ground, he points at the fans with his pointer fingers then at himself with his thumbs. Triple H takes a step and places one leg after the other through the middle and top rope.*
*Triple H walks to a turnbuckle, places his right leg on the bottom turnbuckle, his left on the middle then places his right on the middle as well. Triple H points at the fans, then down the ring, Triple H then puts his hands on his belt and does his signature taunt. Triple H continues to the next turnbuckle to the right and continues his same exact motions, he steps onto the turnbuckle the same way and points to the fans and the ring the same exact way, then does his signature taunt. Triple H continues to the next turnbuckle and continues his motions exactly the same as fans erupt in a volcano of cheers. Triple H finishes the next turnbuckle, and then pulls an awaiting microphone from the floor. Triple H waits for the fans to settle down, then begins to speak*
Triple H: Do you know why I was picked to be the number one contender for your championship, Shawn? Because Vince McMahon finally realized who is the greatest in this business *Triple H holds his hand above himself* and who is all the way down here in this business. *Triple H brings his arm below his waste* Vince McMahon finally knows why every time I step in this ring I call myself the greatest, why I'm the man around here, why I am the leader, the general, why I call the shots. And soon enough Michaels, you will know too *Triple H quickly stomps over to the side of the ring facing the titan tron, Triple H brings his arm with the microphone in his hand down and points to the back* You will know why I call myself “the game”, the “cerebral assassin,” the greatest wrestler alive today! You will figure it out as my back lays on your chest, your back on the mat, as the referee brings his arm down for the third time as you lay in middle of this ring, half unconscious, you will know then, Michaels why Vince didn’t bother giving me a challenge, because he knows I will tear apart anyone in this ring and get to you either way! *Triple H walks to the middle of the ring pointing down with his pointer finger*
King: Ha-ha! Triple H has been named number one contender and will now give our champion a beating, isn’t that great.
J.R: As far as I’m concerned Triple H shouldn’t cash in just yet, just be the back, Mr. McMahon chose Triple H to be number one contender doesn’t mean Triple H will win the title as easily as he got the number one contender spot.
King: Are you kidding J.R? Triple H just said he will pin Shawn Michaels, whenever Triple H says that he sure as hell means that!
J.R: Since when did Triple H know when he will win or not?
King: J.R, J.R, J.R you just don’t understand how great Triple H is do you? If Triple H says something he does it, because he is
Triple H: You know Shawn, you got an impressive list of accomplishments, but mine is all that much better, I have done it all from when I was just starting out to who I am today. 5 time WWE champion, 5 time World Heavyweight champion, 6 time Intercontinental champion, 2 time European champion, tag team champion, King of the ring, Royal Rumble winner, Grand slam champion, need I go on? See Michaels, your good, you’re impressive, but I’m great, I’m the best, no one comes better than who is standing in the middle of the ring right now. *Triple H points his thumb at himself* you will meet your match at Battle Mania, Shawn…
King: Wow, Triple H is really making it clear why he is better than Michaels, I guess he just has to face the facts; Triple H backed it up, J.R!
J.R: Oh stop it King, Shawn Michaels has his fair share of accomplishments too, don’t count out the “Heart Break Kid” just yet, you never count him out because sometimes Michaels can do the impossible.
King: Shhhh! Shhh! He’s talking J.R *King quietly insignificantly yells at J.R as he sits as his desk, nodding his head negatively*
Triple H: Michaels, this is a game you CANNOT win, see, anything you can physically do in this ring, against an opponent, I can do that much greater, I've got the body, I've got the ability, I've got the talent and I've got the brains. *Triple H spreads and holds his arms up as he strolls around the ring in confidence* I can counter anything you do, I can knock you out like that *Triple H snaps his fingers as he speaks* and you won’t know what hit you… you know why? Because I am the “Cerebral Assassin” I make sure everything I do in this ring is pre-determined, I make sure I know what I am going to do before I even think I am going to do it… I make sure I will counter all of your moves before I know you will even hit it. That is what it takes to be the “Cerebral Assassin” and if you can’t handle it, don’t even bother buying the victory sham pane, Michaels, because I will use every damn thing my mentor, Killer Kowalski showed me, and you will see why everyone calls me a “Cerebral Assassin,” you will see what it is that makes me who I am.
King: Well, J.R, Triple H just proved yet again that he can do anything Shawn Michaels can, so I got to say J.R nothing is impossible… for “The Game”
J.R: King, Shawn Michaels can do many things others can’t as can Triple H, Triple H has some of the strongest spine busters this business has every seen, that no one can re-create while Michaels elbow drops, no one can re-create. King you damn well know both Triple H and Shawn Michaels have there pro’s and con’s when it comes to comparing them.
King: Pro’s? Con’s? J.R, we are not learning about the philosophy of agriculture here… This is wrestling!
Triple H: Michaels, you should realize that no matter what they put against me I always come out on top.*Triple H points his pointer finger up*
Triple H: Every damn time I step in this ring…*Triple H points down at the ring*
Triple H: Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year!*Triple H points at the titan tron as he screams through the microphone* No matter who it is, no matter what obstacle I have to take, no matter what I have to do, I've beaten them all, that’s why I am the game… that’s why I am the cerebral assassin. *Triple H stomps around the ring in anger as his continues to chew away on his gum* See Michaels, I made what wrestling is today, from local Indy federations to Professional wrestling, I’ve done it all, and if anyone thinks for one second I am going to let someone who has barely made a name for himself in this business, pin me to the mat, think again, jack, because I am taking Shawn Michaels’ ass and I am gonna’ pin it down to the mat come Battle Mania. *Triple H slowly lifts up his pointer finger, then his middle finger, then his ring finger and stares at the fingers as he hold them to his left side, he hold his head up, flinging his hair back and continues to speak* You will wake up and look into my eyes and you will know I am The Game and that I AM THAT DAMN GOOD… the last image that anyone will have of Shawn Michaels is of him being a bloody, crippled mess in this ring.*Triple H points down to the ring* And regardless of whether you sanction it or not, it will be an image that will live in their minds,*Triple H points at the camera* in your mind,*Triple H circles in place pointing at the crowd* in my mind... *Triple H points at himself with his thumb* and it sure as hell will live in Michaels mind… FOREVER.
J.R: Triple H is just getting a little over confident here; can he really call himself the best, without hesitation?
King: Of course he can, J.R he is… The “Cerebral Assassin,” The “Game”… Roar!
J.R: *Jim Ross looks at King in complete clueless ness* Oh save it King. I would watch myself because if you go around here, calling yourself the best, someone is bound to take that personally and you will end up in pretty bad shape.
King: Hah, I bet you know that from experience from when you were a hall monitor, J.R? *King cracks himself up*
Triple H: I’ll beat you half to death, I swear to god I will do anything to win that title, and if it means to kill you, I’ll do it. *Triple H stares in complete anger as fans stand in the crowd confused and scared.* Not many wrestlers know what sweet chin music is, but I for one do. It’s not a move that you rely on to win your match, it is the life-line between “sweet chin” music and your opponent, I found a way to cut that off, I found a way to silence the music, completely shut it off… Bam! Silence…*Triple H holds his hand to his ear* no more sweet chin music. And that is, Michaels, my best friend in this ring, *Triple H points down to the ring as he circles the ring and comes to a halt in the dead center of the ring* And it will take that boom-box in your leg and break it in half! *Triple H holds out his arm as something in the far distance slowly lowers, as it comes down to the ring, it comes to sight, Triple H unbuckles a sledgehammer* My best friend, my side-kick, the career ender… the sledgehammer! Fear it Michaels because this very sledgehammer will stop the horrid music… FOR GOOD! *Triple H takes a deep breath, staring down at the sledgehammer as his face turns completely serious and slowly begins to slowly space around the ring, with the sledgehammer in hand*
King: Uh-oh Triple H is going blood thirsty for the title, J.R, you know what that means?
J.R: No, I don’t King, enlighten me, you are making Triple H seem more than he is, King, yes he is good wrestler, but, no, he should not be interpreted as the best.
King: You just don’t understand, J.R, Triple H is going to do anything to get that title, did you hear him?! He said he will break Shawn Michael’s leg with a sledgehammer! I’d stay away from him if I was anyone right now; Triple H is no fun to be around when he is like this.
J.R: I’ll take your advice, King, but then again he always looks scary. *J.R begins to crack up but King cuts J.R off*
King: I hope he heard you, because if he did you’re in for it now!
J.R: Oh, I am so scared, King! *J.R sarcastically continues to ramble on*
*Triple H walks to the ropes closest to the titan tron and continues to speak*
Triple H: At battle mania, Shawn Michaels, I am taking you straight to hell… The show stopper will be stopped… The heart break kid will be broken… The headliner, the main event will drop to my knees and fall victim to the pedigree… it will be time to face facts, Shawn. And the fact is, The Game will pass you by. The fact is, I will be the showstopper. I will be the icon. And for you, Shawn, this game WILL be…OVER… Because I’m that *Triple H raises his sledge hammer then slightly lowers it* damn*Triple H raises his sledge hammer again then slightly lowers it* good!*Triple H raises his sledge hammer one last time then drops his microphone and circles the ring.*
*Triple H stands in the dead center as he puts both his hands on the sledgehammer. With all his might Triple H slams the sledge hammer head in to the canvass as the canvass ripples beneath it, leaving the sledge hammer sticking out of the canvass. Triple H throws off his t-shirt into the crowd and looks down at the sledgehammer, with his hair covering his face. Triple H mutters words under his breath and flings his hair back behind his head, Triple H raises his arms and bends them to a 90 degree angle doing his signature right in front of the sledge hammer*
J.R: BAH GAWD HE JUST DROVE THE SLEDGEHAMMER INTO THE CANVASS! Bah Gawd! Bah Gawd!
King: Whoa, ha-ha yea and that is exactly was he is going to do to Shawn Michael’s leg at Battle Mania. Ha-ha!
*Triple H walks over to the ropes nearest to the ramp and pulls one leg through the middle and top rope, then looks back at the sledgehammer. Triple H pulls his other leg through, places his and on the apron and jumps down off of it. Triple H walks to the right side of the barrier and does his signature taunt at them, a fan boos at Triple H, Triple H points his thumb down to the fans and yells at the top of his lungs “Game over,” the fan frowns, and quiets down. Triple H then steps over to the other side and taunts to them as well, few cheers are heard throughout the arena, being consumed by boos. Triple H continues up the ramp looking left and right and hearing left and right the mixed cheers and signs for Triple and Shawn Michaels, all of the Triple H’s cheers get drained away by boos and the millions of Shawn Michaels signs and posters slowly overlap the few Triple H signs. Triple H stops, facing his back to the fans. He walks back to the right side of the ramp, points to all the fans and does his signature taunt, he walks over to the left and points at the fans cheering for him, points at himself, with his thumbs and does his signature taunt, like he did on the right side.*
*Triple H is about to leave but stops, turns around and steps right before the ramp. Triple H looks to the left and then to the right and does his signature taunt. Triple H takes a few steps back, while facing forward as he looks at the sledgehammer. Triple H stops, and finally turns around, rips the curtain to the side and walks to the back. Triple H is about to disappear into the winding hallway, but is stopped by Todd Grisham, Todd begins to speak as Triple H impatiently waits.*
Todd: Do you mind having a word? *Todd continues without Triple H’s “ok”* Those are some strong statements you said there, Triple H. Do you really feel will be as easy as you claimed. Shawn Michaels is a tough competi… *Todd is cut off by Triple H*
Triple H: Apparently you didn’t listen to a damn word I said! *Triple H pulls the microphone disrespectfully out of Todd’s hand and continues to speak.* I never said it will be easy, chances are it won’t… But one thing I can guarantee when I face Michaels is, after I end! After I DESTROY! The “music” Michaels will be helpless… and all it will come down to is the life changer, the career ender, the difference maker… The pedigree! *Triple H approaches the camera as close as he can, only his face is visible through the screen* And after you witness the pedigree first hand in that ring, Michaels, it will be… Game…Over!
*Triple H throws the microphone at Todd, his glasses falls off as he scatters on the floor looking for his glasses and the microphone. Triple H turns around, looks back at the camera one last time, he then turns around and walks away from the camera, slowly disappearing into the dark, seemingly never ending hallway signaling the end of the show. The NHBWO logo appears in a black background. The logo slowly fades away and commercials play*