Post by "The Game" Triple H on May 19, 2006 15:00:52 GMT -5
The SNME camera pans to a room with a desk and a random man sitting at it. The area looks like a live television talk show.
???: Welcome to! Over- the- hill talk show, I'm Bob, and tonight we have a special guest. He stands nearly 7 feet tall, he is old, he is fat, he broke his quads more times than he can count, you guest it, it is... Diesel!
From the side of the camera appears Triple H. Triple H is donning a singlet like shirt that states "Diesel" across the chest area, he also has leather pants that go down to his lower leg. Triple H also has a black mitten on, making a mockery of Diesel's black glove and black wrist tape on his other hand. Triple H's hair on his beard and head are dyed black, and Triple H has a pillow inside the shirt, making him look fatter than he really is. "Diesel" slowly makes his way to a chair with the aid of his two handed cane. "Diesel" also has cheap sun glasses over his eyes.
"Diesel": That's right! Big Daddy Cool is here!
Bob: 'Big Daddy Cool," how do you feel about your match tonight against "The Game" Triple H.
Triple H slowly struggles into his seat 'resting" his legs
"Diesel": Well, I'm gonna' try to set him up for the Jacknife, pick him up, and probably tear my quad, which will lead to me going to the hospital AGAIN.
Bob: So, you don't feel confident about this match up?
"Diesel": Diesel pulls an enhaler from his pocket and places it in his mouth, pressing the button. Well, why should I? I mean, I have half a quad, I can't wrestle for my life, I'm 4 billion years old, and I don't even think I can walk!
"Diesel" attempts to stand up without the cane, his legs collapse beneath him. Seconds later "Diesel" crawls back into his seat.
"Diesel": Now, Triple H is healthy, he's young, he's a great wrestler, and he can walk! I think after tonight, I'm gonna call it quits and go back to tragic castles...
Bob: Diesel, it looks like you're "Over The Hill!"
Diesel coughs and coughs, making it seem like he is fighting for his life. The cough turns into a snicker, a snicker that only Triple H makes. "Diesel" throws off his sun glasses and stomps on them. He rips off the shirt and throws it to the ground. Triple H slowly marches to the camera, so only his face is visible through the lens. [/i]
Triple H: Diesel, tonight, I'm gonna erase your career, I'm gonna erase your dreams of becoming a champion, and most of all, I'm gonna erase your name from wrestling! Don't bother showing up, cause you know, it is only a matter of time, until you get sent back to that place you visit oh, so often, the hospital, and I guaran- damn- tee that tonight is the night! Diesel, I'm pedigreeing your ass all the way back to the hospital in Detroit!
"The Game" begins to do his signature taunt, but stops half way. He shakes it off, and does a different taunt, the crotch chop. He slowly raises his arms in the air, and then quickly does the crotch chop, crossing them i nmid air and hitting his forearms around his crotch. The camera slowly fades black and commercials play.
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Sorry this wasn't my biggest, or nearly my best roleplay, but I am really busy tday. My dad kicked my off the comp, but I snuck on, I have a project to do, and plenty of track meets, as a matter of fact, I have to go now for the project.
???: Welcome to! Over- the- hill talk show, I'm Bob, and tonight we have a special guest. He stands nearly 7 feet tall, he is old, he is fat, he broke his quads more times than he can count, you guest it, it is... Diesel!
From the side of the camera appears Triple H. Triple H is donning a singlet like shirt that states "Diesel" across the chest area, he also has leather pants that go down to his lower leg. Triple H also has a black mitten on, making a mockery of Diesel's black glove and black wrist tape on his other hand. Triple H's hair on his beard and head are dyed black, and Triple H has a pillow inside the shirt, making him look fatter than he really is. "Diesel" slowly makes his way to a chair with the aid of his two handed cane. "Diesel" also has cheap sun glasses over his eyes.
"Diesel": That's right! Big Daddy Cool is here!
Bob: 'Big Daddy Cool," how do you feel about your match tonight against "The Game" Triple H.
Triple H slowly struggles into his seat 'resting" his legs
"Diesel": Well, I'm gonna' try to set him up for the Jacknife, pick him up, and probably tear my quad, which will lead to me going to the hospital AGAIN.
Bob: So, you don't feel confident about this match up?
"Diesel": Diesel pulls an enhaler from his pocket and places it in his mouth, pressing the button. Well, why should I? I mean, I have half a quad, I can't wrestle for my life, I'm 4 billion years old, and I don't even think I can walk!
"Diesel" attempts to stand up without the cane, his legs collapse beneath him. Seconds later "Diesel" crawls back into his seat.
"Diesel": Now, Triple H is healthy, he's young, he's a great wrestler, and he can walk! I think after tonight, I'm gonna call it quits and go back to tragic castles...
Bob: Diesel, it looks like you're "Over The Hill!"
Diesel coughs and coughs, making it seem like he is fighting for his life. The cough turns into a snicker, a snicker that only Triple H makes. "Diesel" throws off his sun glasses and stomps on them. He rips off the shirt and throws it to the ground. Triple H slowly marches to the camera, so only his face is visible through the lens. [/i]
Triple H: Diesel, tonight, I'm gonna erase your career, I'm gonna erase your dreams of becoming a champion, and most of all, I'm gonna erase your name from wrestling! Don't bother showing up, cause you know, it is only a matter of time, until you get sent back to that place you visit oh, so often, the hospital, and I guaran- damn- tee that tonight is the night! Diesel, I'm pedigreeing your ass all the way back to the hospital in Detroit!
"The Game" begins to do his signature taunt, but stops half way. He shakes it off, and does a different taunt, the crotch chop. He slowly raises his arms in the air, and then quickly does the crotch chop, crossing them i nmid air and hitting his forearms around his crotch. The camera slowly fades black and commercials play.
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Sorry this wasn't my biggest, or nearly my best roleplay, but I am really busy tday. My dad kicked my off the comp, but I snuck on, I have a project to do, and plenty of track meets, as a matter of fact, I have to go now for the project.