Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:46:44 GMT -5
Batista RP agianst HHH for IC title.
« Thread Started on Feb 15, 2006, 3:21pm »
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NHBWO’s camera is going through a winding hallway, past people, materials, and food trays. It comes upon a door with the nametag of Batista placed on it. The door opens to show a room with a chair, and lockers behind it. Suddenly Batista walks out of the shower room, wrestling tights on, boots in his hands. Talking on the cell phone. He begins pacing back and forth talking to someone.
Batista: Yea, well I'm getting ready now, I'm pretty nervous, but I have faith.
He pauses and lets someone on the other line talk.
Batista: Yea I know, its hard, but I'm doing this for him. I have to win this for him. No matter what, I promise I'll give it my all for you guys. Im going to send some money home.
He pauses again to let the person speak.
Batista: Yea, he's sad too, but I told him we'll get through this. I promised him I'de beat Kane, and I promised him it would be ok, and I just got off the phone and promised him that his daddy would be a champ tonight. I told him that daddy would come home with a shiney new toy for him, and we could play together.
Batista lets the voice talk.
Batista: Ok Mom, I have to go, I'm dedicating this match for Dad, love you all, bye.
He clicks a button on his cell phone and closes it shut. He leans up agianst a wall, and hides his head under his arms. The sound of tears are heard, suddenly he sniffels and lifts his head up.
Batista: I miss you dad, but this ones for you.
Batista starts to concetrate, and begins to get angry. He turns around and looks at a poster of Triple H on the wall. He suddenly pulls his fist back and punches it as hard as he can, ripping the poster.
Batista walks into the bathroom to clean the blood off his hand. He walks back in the room and grabs a fold-up chair and sets it up in the center of the room. He sits down and begins to place his kneepads on, followed by his arm pads. Then he begins lacing his boots. There is water dripping from the forehead of Batista as he leans over, tying each lace, one by one. He suddenly stands up and walks over to a locker with “The Animal” shirt hanging neatly in it. He brushes it aside and pulls out grip tape. He begins putting the tape around his wrist and in- between his fingers. When he’s all done for preparation he stops in the center of the room. He walks over to the locker and grabs a pucture of his father, and pulls a cross out of a bag. He looks down and begins to pray. When he’s done he looks up, and a frown comes across his face.
Batista: Alright big guy, tonight’s the night.
**He begins walking, smashing the door out of his way. The camera continues to follow him as he walks down the hallways. NHBWO goes to commercial break.**
**NHBWO returns from a commercial break which replayed clips from Battle Mania. It showed how grueling the night was, and it showed how it would further lead to Night of Glory. The camera is shown circling the packed arena, filled with fans ready to see two men fight with all they got, just for them. The camera zooms in on the announcement table to show Paul Heyman and Joey Styles sitting, and waiting.**
Joey: Well Paul, here it is, the Intercontinental title match. We’ve witnessed a classic like this before, and I’m predicting a even more legendary match now.
Paul: That’s right Joey, tonight we see the Cerebral Assassin, take on who we thought to be his friend, Batista.
Joey: I don’t know Paul, tonight Triple H puts his precious Intercontinental title on the line.
Paul: True Joey, I guess you must sacrifice anything in war. I want to see a bloodbath here tonight.
Joey: Well these two men have extreme talent, but I wonder how Triple H feels about taking on a fairly new man here in NHBWO. Triple H being the veteran that he is.
Paul: That’s true Joey, but The Animal has some friends too, and that’s the LionHeart, Chris Jericho! Triple H and Y2J don’t exactly see eye to eye, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see him helping Batista tonight.
Joey: Oh Paul, why would Batista cheat, being the Animal that he is.
Paul: True Joey, lets get this damn thing on the road.
“Unleashed” by Saliva slams the arena, sending a imaginary shockwave of adrenaline. As soon as that guitar starts playing, that adrenaline is pumped through the body of each and every fan. The crowd rises to their feet, anxious to see the Animal live.
Josey Scott lets out a massive yell, bring Batista out onto the stage. He runs out with authority as the black entrance curtain flings out behind him. He runs over to the right side of the stage. He plants his feet and looks around the arena. A grin comes over the Animals face as he points two thumbs to himself, kicking his feet back, nearly touching his tights, simultaneously and then starts pacing over to the left side. His clenched fist stay symmetrical with each other, and Batista walks across the stage, every muscle in his body flexing. He stops and smacks his legs as a guitar solo rushes into the fans ears. Batista poses as all of his veins pop out. Camera snapshots going off in the distance as the massive dragon tattoo on Batista back moves with his massive muscles. He walks towards the middle of the ramp and again, another guitar solo hits. Batista begins to have fun as he plays a little air guitar, but plants his feet nearly perfectly in the middle.
Batista looks around at both sides of the ramp way. The crowd cheers louder, depending on the side he’s looking at. He does the old Hulk Hogan, where he puts his hand near his ears, to see who screams louder. He gives two thumbs up to each side, then looks directly into the ring, and his happy smile turns into a disgusted frown. Batista gives the thumbs down, and begins to let out a huge yell.
At this time a huge “boom” is heard throughout the arena. It begins to echo as Batista is still flexing as he gives the thumbs down. “I walk alone!” follows the boom and they both echo throughout the arena. Batista squats down and presses his clenched fist into the cold, metal stage. The music fades off for a brief second, but a guitar solo kicks it back up to full blast. Batista lifts his fist off the stage, and raises the symmetrical, right in front of himself.
It looks as if he’s doing a wall sit, but he suddenly begins swinging his fist back and forth. The he begins swinging them side to side, up and down into the air. He finally takes is right fist and raises as high as he can into the air above him, the smashes it down into the nothingness.
“I walk alone!... I walk for miles inside this pit of danger The place where no one follows me I walk alone!... Huh!” follows as he smashes with such force it almost catches Batista off balance, but it seems as if it triggers the massive white pyros to explode from behind him, nearly reaching the ceiling and stretching all the way across the stage.
Batista continues walking down the ramp as the pyros fade off, and the music settles down. He reaches the end of the ramp and continues walking on the mat outside the ring.
“Yeah!... I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads I've never understood a damn thing that they said From words to actions Never knowing what they're talkin' about I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out And I'll say.…”
Batista reaches the metal stairs. His feet meet the first of three metal steps. A guitar solo hits, but suddenly the chorus kicks back up with…
“Walked for miles inside this pit of danger I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger The weight of the worlds has fallen on my shoulders The place where no one follows me I walk alone!…”
Batista looks down and mumbles a few words to himself, as if he was praying. He jerks his head up quickly and motions his arms to their joint, and forms a 90 degree angle and he runs up the stairs. He walks over the left apron and stops before he enters. He turns around, gripping the third rope with his right arm. He points to various crowd members as they cheer for the Animal. He pushes down the second rope and ducks his head under the third rope. He continues walking in the ring, and he paces over to the top, right-hand turnbuckle. He climbs up, standing on the scone ropes. He raises his hands in the air and flexes his muscles.
He proclaims to the crowd that tonight is his night. He hops down, and makes his was towards the ringside crew. He crabs a microphone as the music begins to fade. Josey Scotts voice is heard in the distance, but it begins to fade away. Batista stands in the center of the ring and smiles as the crowd chants his name..
“Batista…Batista….Batista!”
They finally calm down as Batista’s deep voice is heard through the loudspeakers.
Batista: Well, tonight The Animal is unleashed once again.
**The crowd cheers**
Batista: Well Hunter, tonight you too will step into the beast’s lair. You’ll walk into this ring with that Intercontinental championship strapped around your waste, but I assure you wont leave that way. Hunter, people thought we were friends, but I’m sorry man. You don’t see a man walking a dog that’s rabid. You see that’s what I am Hunter, I’m an unlashed animal, just like a rabid dog. You call yourself the Cerebral Assassin. I want to know, how can you get into my mind, when I have nothing to loose. I feel no pain Hunter. I’m and animal that’s on a mission, and that’s leaving here tonight with that gold wrapped around my waste.
**Crowd roars louder**
Batista: Hunter, you saw what I did to Orton last week. That’s only the least bit of pain I’ll cause. I would do whatever, and I mean whatever it takes to win that title. I’m new here in NHBWO, but I’m a beast, and you cant keep a beast hungry for long. You see Hunter, you’re my food. I’m a hungry animal, and you’re the food, and that title is the bait. You may think that because of your veterans, I don’t stand a chance, but your wrong. I’m going to say it as many times as it takes to get it through your head, and everyone else’s head back there. I AM AN ANIMAL, AND I AM UNLEASHED.
**Batista’s voice goes very deep, and he begins foaming at the mouth.**
Batista: One more thing Hunter…
**Batista drops the microphone and gives the thumbs down, flexing his whole body. His veins are bulging out of his body, ready to explode. Batista music hits as the crowd roars with anxiety to witness two monsters battle for one title.**
“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger The weight of the worlds has fallen on my shoulders The place where no one follows me I walk alone!…”
Paul: Oh my god, I would not want to be in Triple H’s shoes when he comes across the Animal.
Joey: Same here, but will Triple H be able to amount to the power of Batista! Find out next!
**NHBWO camera zooms in on the rabid Batista standing in the middle of the ring, leaning on the ropes, awaiting Triple H. The screen fades to black as commercials begin playing.**
« Thread Started on Feb 15, 2006, 3:21pm »
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NHBWO’s camera is going through a winding hallway, past people, materials, and food trays. It comes upon a door with the nametag of Batista placed on it. The door opens to show a room with a chair, and lockers behind it. Suddenly Batista walks out of the shower room, wrestling tights on, boots in his hands. Talking on the cell phone. He begins pacing back and forth talking to someone.
Batista: Yea, well I'm getting ready now, I'm pretty nervous, but I have faith.
He pauses and lets someone on the other line talk.
Batista: Yea I know, its hard, but I'm doing this for him. I have to win this for him. No matter what, I promise I'll give it my all for you guys. Im going to send some money home.
He pauses again to let the person speak.
Batista: Yea, he's sad too, but I told him we'll get through this. I promised him I'de beat Kane, and I promised him it would be ok, and I just got off the phone and promised him that his daddy would be a champ tonight. I told him that daddy would come home with a shiney new toy for him, and we could play together.
Batista lets the voice talk.
Batista: Ok Mom, I have to go, I'm dedicating this match for Dad, love you all, bye.
He clicks a button on his cell phone and closes it shut. He leans up agianst a wall, and hides his head under his arms. The sound of tears are heard, suddenly he sniffels and lifts his head up.
Batista: I miss you dad, but this ones for you.
Batista starts to concetrate, and begins to get angry. He turns around and looks at a poster of Triple H on the wall. He suddenly pulls his fist back and punches it as hard as he can, ripping the poster.
Batista walks into the bathroom to clean the blood off his hand. He walks back in the room and grabs a fold-up chair and sets it up in the center of the room. He sits down and begins to place his kneepads on, followed by his arm pads. Then he begins lacing his boots. There is water dripping from the forehead of Batista as he leans over, tying each lace, one by one. He suddenly stands up and walks over to a locker with “The Animal” shirt hanging neatly in it. He brushes it aside and pulls out grip tape. He begins putting the tape around his wrist and in- between his fingers. When he’s all done for preparation he stops in the center of the room. He walks over to the locker and grabs a pucture of his father, and pulls a cross out of a bag. He looks down and begins to pray. When he’s done he looks up, and a frown comes across his face.
Batista: Alright big guy, tonight’s the night.
**He begins walking, smashing the door out of his way. The camera continues to follow him as he walks down the hallways. NHBWO goes to commercial break.**
**NHBWO returns from a commercial break which replayed clips from Battle Mania. It showed how grueling the night was, and it showed how it would further lead to Night of Glory. The camera is shown circling the packed arena, filled with fans ready to see two men fight with all they got, just for them. The camera zooms in on the announcement table to show Paul Heyman and Joey Styles sitting, and waiting.**
Joey: Well Paul, here it is, the Intercontinental title match. We’ve witnessed a classic like this before, and I’m predicting a even more legendary match now.
Paul: That’s right Joey, tonight we see the Cerebral Assassin, take on who we thought to be his friend, Batista.
Joey: I don’t know Paul, tonight Triple H puts his precious Intercontinental title on the line.
Paul: True Joey, I guess you must sacrifice anything in war. I want to see a bloodbath here tonight.
Joey: Well these two men have extreme talent, but I wonder how Triple H feels about taking on a fairly new man here in NHBWO. Triple H being the veteran that he is.
Paul: That’s true Joey, but The Animal has some friends too, and that’s the LionHeart, Chris Jericho! Triple H and Y2J don’t exactly see eye to eye, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see him helping Batista tonight.
Joey: Oh Paul, why would Batista cheat, being the Animal that he is.
Paul: True Joey, lets get this damn thing on the road.
“Unleashed” by Saliva slams the arena, sending a imaginary shockwave of adrenaline. As soon as that guitar starts playing, that adrenaline is pumped through the body of each and every fan. The crowd rises to their feet, anxious to see the Animal live.
Josey Scott lets out a massive yell, bring Batista out onto the stage. He runs out with authority as the black entrance curtain flings out behind him. He runs over to the right side of the stage. He plants his feet and looks around the arena. A grin comes over the Animals face as he points two thumbs to himself, kicking his feet back, nearly touching his tights, simultaneously and then starts pacing over to the left side. His clenched fist stay symmetrical with each other, and Batista walks across the stage, every muscle in his body flexing. He stops and smacks his legs as a guitar solo rushes into the fans ears. Batista poses as all of his veins pop out. Camera snapshots going off in the distance as the massive dragon tattoo on Batista back moves with his massive muscles. He walks towards the middle of the ramp and again, another guitar solo hits. Batista begins to have fun as he plays a little air guitar, but plants his feet nearly perfectly in the middle.
Batista looks around at both sides of the ramp way. The crowd cheers louder, depending on the side he’s looking at. He does the old Hulk Hogan, where he puts his hand near his ears, to see who screams louder. He gives two thumbs up to each side, then looks directly into the ring, and his happy smile turns into a disgusted frown. Batista gives the thumbs down, and begins to let out a huge yell.
At this time a huge “boom” is heard throughout the arena. It begins to echo as Batista is still flexing as he gives the thumbs down. “I walk alone!” follows the boom and they both echo throughout the arena. Batista squats down and presses his clenched fist into the cold, metal stage. The music fades off for a brief second, but a guitar solo kicks it back up to full blast. Batista lifts his fist off the stage, and raises the symmetrical, right in front of himself.
It looks as if he’s doing a wall sit, but he suddenly begins swinging his fist back and forth. The he begins swinging them side to side, up and down into the air. He finally takes is right fist and raises as high as he can into the air above him, the smashes it down into the nothingness.
“I walk alone!... I walk for miles inside this pit of danger The place where no one follows me I walk alone!... Huh!” follows as he smashes with such force it almost catches Batista off balance, but it seems as if it triggers the massive white pyros to explode from behind him, nearly reaching the ceiling and stretching all the way across the stage.
Batista continues walking down the ramp as the pyros fade off, and the music settles down. He reaches the end of the ramp and continues walking on the mat outside the ring.
“Yeah!... I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads I've never understood a damn thing that they said From words to actions Never knowing what they're talkin' about I guess I'll have to chew them up and spit them out And I'll say.…”
Batista reaches the metal stairs. His feet meet the first of three metal steps. A guitar solo hits, but suddenly the chorus kicks back up with…
“Walked for miles inside this pit of danger I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger The weight of the worlds has fallen on my shoulders The place where no one follows me I walk alone!…”
Batista looks down and mumbles a few words to himself, as if he was praying. He jerks his head up quickly and motions his arms to their joint, and forms a 90 degree angle and he runs up the stairs. He walks over the left apron and stops before he enters. He turns around, gripping the third rope with his right arm. He points to various crowd members as they cheer for the Animal. He pushes down the second rope and ducks his head under the third rope. He continues walking in the ring, and he paces over to the top, right-hand turnbuckle. He climbs up, standing on the scone ropes. He raises his hands in the air and flexes his muscles.
He proclaims to the crowd that tonight is his night. He hops down, and makes his was towards the ringside crew. He crabs a microphone as the music begins to fade. Josey Scotts voice is heard in the distance, but it begins to fade away. Batista stands in the center of the ring and smiles as the crowd chants his name..
“Batista…Batista….Batista!”
They finally calm down as Batista’s deep voice is heard through the loudspeakers.
Batista: Well, tonight The Animal is unleashed once again.
**The crowd cheers**
Batista: Well Hunter, tonight you too will step into the beast’s lair. You’ll walk into this ring with that Intercontinental championship strapped around your waste, but I assure you wont leave that way. Hunter, people thought we were friends, but I’m sorry man. You don’t see a man walking a dog that’s rabid. You see that’s what I am Hunter, I’m an unlashed animal, just like a rabid dog. You call yourself the Cerebral Assassin. I want to know, how can you get into my mind, when I have nothing to loose. I feel no pain Hunter. I’m and animal that’s on a mission, and that’s leaving here tonight with that gold wrapped around my waste.
**Crowd roars louder**
Batista: Hunter, you saw what I did to Orton last week. That’s only the least bit of pain I’ll cause. I would do whatever, and I mean whatever it takes to win that title. I’m new here in NHBWO, but I’m a beast, and you cant keep a beast hungry for long. You see Hunter, you’re my food. I’m a hungry animal, and you’re the food, and that title is the bait. You may think that because of your veterans, I don’t stand a chance, but your wrong. I’m going to say it as many times as it takes to get it through your head, and everyone else’s head back there. I AM AN ANIMAL, AND I AM UNLEASHED.
**Batista’s voice goes very deep, and he begins foaming at the mouth.**
Batista: One more thing Hunter…
**Batista drops the microphone and gives the thumbs down, flexing his whole body. His veins are bulging out of his body, ready to explode. Batista music hits as the crowd roars with anxiety to witness two monsters battle for one title.**
“I walked for miles inside this pit of danger I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger The weight of the worlds has fallen on my shoulders The place where no one follows me I walk alone!…”
Paul: Oh my god, I would not want to be in Triple H’s shoes when he comes across the Animal.
Joey: Same here, but will Triple H be able to amount to the power of Batista! Find out next!
**NHBWO camera zooms in on the rabid Batista standing in the middle of the ring, leaning on the ropes, awaiting Triple H. The screen fades to black as commercials begin playing.**