Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:47:47 GMT -5
"Destiny ends here" RP 3/17 or 18
« Thread Started on Mar 16, 2006, 9:51pm »
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*The NHBWO camera man slowly steps into the dark, expensive house filled with expensive portraits and vases, the house obviously belonging to a very prosperous man. The camera man creeks down the hallway, the steps of his shoes heard so loud they sound like knocks on a door. He continues to walk down the hallway and takes a left as if he knew the house. The camera man, dressed in an official NHBWO t shirt, black jeans and black sneakers takes a right and walks up a huge staircase. The house contains four floors, the camera man climbs up the stairs and under his breath states “How about ya’ just get an elevator,” in an aggravated tone. He walks around the equals large forth floor hallway to the room, all the way at the end. An eerie noise is heard as the camera man opens the door, and the door creeks open. He continues to walk up to a bed, where a man restlessly twists and turns in huge master bed. Out pops a mysterious man, with long hair, he pulls his feat off of his bead puts them on the floor. The man puts his hands on his head and lightly grabs onto his hair, seemingly in frustration. The man instantly jolts up, still grasping his hair, he is wearing black pajama pants, he is barefoot, his hair is down, and he does not have a shirt on. The man paces back and forth around his bed not releasing his hair. The man finally let’s goes of his hair and continues to slowly pace to a door in his room. Possibly his closet or bathroom. He opens slowly creaks open the door and randomly slides his hand along the wall in search of the lights, it finally flicks open. The man is revealed to be very large. He continues down his extensive bathroom to a sink. He places his hands around the hole for the sink and leans his whole body against the counter. He releases one hand and turns on the water, loudly pouring out of the faucet. He places both his hands in the cold running water and spills a handful in his face. He continues to walk down the long bathroom and sits on a very clean, expensive looking toilet. No, he does not drop his pants. His blonde hair covering his face, nearly every fan in the arena and at home knows who it is. The man instantly flips back his blonde hair, bouncing off his back, revealing, the “game,” Triple H.*
Triple H: *Triple H holds up two fingers, while looking down with his eyes closed.* 2 weeks… 2 weeks in a row… fate… destiny… luck! Struck me! *Triple H points his thumb at himself in frustration.* Jericho, don’t get comfortable because I am not done, like the virus I am I will not stop until you are infected! Randy Orton, Raven? It doesn’t make a difference. It doesn’t make a difference who is on my side, and who is on yours, because in reality all it is, is me, you, bout 3! *Triple H holds up 3 fingers.* See, Chris, with losses comes wins... I promise that you will not be 3 for 3! Jericho, you want to play the game? Fine then… game on! Batista, Ryan Beyer… *Triple H rubs his chin, thinking on what to say about them.* Fine partners to me… Batista, we may not have a great past, but that doesn’t take away from animal-like way of doing things… hell you’re a beast… Ryan Beyer… World… Champion… what more is there to say? Raven… you could write your little poems and your little threats, you can try and kill me, send me to hell… but ya’ see… I have been to hell and back… And this time I’m taking with me! I am hell! I am your fears! You can cower in your little black corner and you can but I am gonna slowly take you over… the virus! The tumor! Tick…tock… it’s only a matter of time until I control NHBWO! You talk about sending an army, you talk about how no one can stop you… but I got news for ya’ the only needed to stop you is a little beating courtesy of the game!.. now… Randy… Orton… like my son… I taught him everything he knows… And apparently this time when we are in the ring, we are on the opposite sides. Ya’ see I don’t have allies, I only have enemies and Orton… you are now my enemy, you can think you can out wrestle me, you can think you got youth over me, and you can think that you know everything I know… but ya’ see, when I took into evolution, I knew you would one day betray me, I knew that giving you all that I know would be a mistake… when me and you look at each other on the other side of the ring, you will see, that you are the student and I am the teacher! *Triple H stands up, facing the bathtub, facing away from the camera.* Randy Orton… be prepared because the truth is coming right at ya’… Raven… run… run back to your dark lair… because the game is coming… the plague is spreading!... Chris Jericho… Celebrate your 2 victories… because destiny doesn’t last forever!
*Triple H walks back to the sink, his hair covering his face. The water runs for several seconds, Triple H puts his hands in the cold running water for a few moments, then splashes some on his face and hair, remaining water falling on the floor. Triple H slowly walks down the hallway- like bathroom, every few steps he takes, water drips down off of his hair and face. Triple H slowly sinks his rear-end onto the water bed and sits for several seconds. After some time elapses Triple H pushes his feet off of the cold wooden floor and covers his body with his large blanket. The camera man slowly approaches Triple H and slips on the water, on the tiles in the bathroom. The camera flies into the air and rotates several times, landing on the ground, showing footage of Triple H who lays in his bed, motionless. The camera’s crash slowly takes effect, black, white and gray fuzz slowly overtakes the screen, after a few moments of silence a black screen appears with the NHBWO logo, the logo slowly disappears and commercials play.*
« Thread Started on Mar 16, 2006, 9:51pm »
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*The NHBWO camera man slowly steps into the dark, expensive house filled with expensive portraits and vases, the house obviously belonging to a very prosperous man. The camera man creeks down the hallway, the steps of his shoes heard so loud they sound like knocks on a door. He continues to walk down the hallway and takes a left as if he knew the house. The camera man, dressed in an official NHBWO t shirt, black jeans and black sneakers takes a right and walks up a huge staircase. The house contains four floors, the camera man climbs up the stairs and under his breath states “How about ya’ just get an elevator,” in an aggravated tone. He walks around the equals large forth floor hallway to the room, all the way at the end. An eerie noise is heard as the camera man opens the door, and the door creeks open. He continues to walk up to a bed, where a man restlessly twists and turns in huge master bed. Out pops a mysterious man, with long hair, he pulls his feat off of his bead puts them on the floor. The man puts his hands on his head and lightly grabs onto his hair, seemingly in frustration. The man instantly jolts up, still grasping his hair, he is wearing black pajama pants, he is barefoot, his hair is down, and he does not have a shirt on. The man paces back and forth around his bed not releasing his hair. The man finally let’s goes of his hair and continues to slowly pace to a door in his room. Possibly his closet or bathroom. He opens slowly creaks open the door and randomly slides his hand along the wall in search of the lights, it finally flicks open. The man is revealed to be very large. He continues down his extensive bathroom to a sink. He places his hands around the hole for the sink and leans his whole body against the counter. He releases one hand and turns on the water, loudly pouring out of the faucet. He places both his hands in the cold running water and spills a handful in his face. He continues to walk down the long bathroom and sits on a very clean, expensive looking toilet. No, he does not drop his pants. His blonde hair covering his face, nearly every fan in the arena and at home knows who it is. The man instantly flips back his blonde hair, bouncing off his back, revealing, the “game,” Triple H.*
Triple H: *Triple H holds up two fingers, while looking down with his eyes closed.* 2 weeks… 2 weeks in a row… fate… destiny… luck! Struck me! *Triple H points his thumb at himself in frustration.* Jericho, don’t get comfortable because I am not done, like the virus I am I will not stop until you are infected! Randy Orton, Raven? It doesn’t make a difference. It doesn’t make a difference who is on my side, and who is on yours, because in reality all it is, is me, you, bout 3! *Triple H holds up 3 fingers.* See, Chris, with losses comes wins... I promise that you will not be 3 for 3! Jericho, you want to play the game? Fine then… game on! Batista, Ryan Beyer… *Triple H rubs his chin, thinking on what to say about them.* Fine partners to me… Batista, we may not have a great past, but that doesn’t take away from animal-like way of doing things… hell you’re a beast… Ryan Beyer… World… Champion… what more is there to say? Raven… you could write your little poems and your little threats, you can try and kill me, send me to hell… but ya’ see… I have been to hell and back… And this time I’m taking with me! I am hell! I am your fears! You can cower in your little black corner and you can but I am gonna slowly take you over… the virus! The tumor! Tick…tock… it’s only a matter of time until I control NHBWO! You talk about sending an army, you talk about how no one can stop you… but I got news for ya’ the only needed to stop you is a little beating courtesy of the game!.. now… Randy… Orton… like my son… I taught him everything he knows… And apparently this time when we are in the ring, we are on the opposite sides. Ya’ see I don’t have allies, I only have enemies and Orton… you are now my enemy, you can think you can out wrestle me, you can think you got youth over me, and you can think that you know everything I know… but ya’ see, when I took into evolution, I knew you would one day betray me, I knew that giving you all that I know would be a mistake… when me and you look at each other on the other side of the ring, you will see, that you are the student and I am the teacher! *Triple H stands up, facing the bathtub, facing away from the camera.* Randy Orton… be prepared because the truth is coming right at ya’… Raven… run… run back to your dark lair… because the game is coming… the plague is spreading!... Chris Jericho… Celebrate your 2 victories… because destiny doesn’t last forever!
*Triple H walks back to the sink, his hair covering his face. The water runs for several seconds, Triple H puts his hands in the cold running water for a few moments, then splashes some on his face and hair, remaining water falling on the floor. Triple H slowly walks down the hallway- like bathroom, every few steps he takes, water drips down off of his hair and face. Triple H slowly sinks his rear-end onto the water bed and sits for several seconds. After some time elapses Triple H pushes his feet off of the cold wooden floor and covers his body with his large blanket. The camera man slowly approaches Triple H and slips on the water, on the tiles in the bathroom. The camera flies into the air and rotates several times, landing on the ground, showing footage of Triple H who lays in his bed, motionless. The camera’s crash slowly takes effect, black, white and gray fuzz slowly overtakes the screen, after a few moments of silence a black screen appears with the NHBWO logo, the logo slowly disappears and commercials play.*