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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 18:37:41 GMT -5
Accomplishments: -NHBWO World Heavyweight Champion -NHBWO Intercontinental Champion -SNME world Heavyweight Champion -SNME Intercontinental Champion -SNME Rising Star Champion
Notable Feuds: -Chris Jericho -Batista -Randy Orton -Kennedy -Chris Jericho -Albert Del Rio
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:35:05 GMT -5
[glow=limegreen,2,300]"So Much More Than Some Animals Would Think"[/glow] A camera streams over an arena. No seats filled, the wrestling ring not fully set up, two turnbuckles stand straight up and 2 lay against the ring, with no mat covering it, two ropes are being tied by several SNME officials as another rope lays against the floors on the outside of the ring, halfway set up with protective mats. The announcer’s desk being set up by other SNME officials, and the titan tron, sound effects, and lighting being tampered by the SNME effects officials. As the camera methodically sways side to side, viewing the incomplete arena something stands out in the distance. Someone sits in a seat, section C seat 16. The camera pans from the top of the arena to the bottom in the middle of the entrance ramp. The camera man runs down the ramp pursuing the mysterious man who simply sits in the seat with his hands crossed and no other action. The camera man runs down the ramp and runs to the left of the incomplete ring, just as he reaches the railing; he hops over nearly tripping over it. The camera man slows his pace down noticing the man in the distance is not going to leave, he walks up 3 or 4 rows of chairs and takes a right and paces down to the middle of the row where the man sits. At this point it is easy to tell who the man is. The man with his long blonde hair mysteriously covering his face dons a tight, black cerebral assassin t shirt with a cross logo stretching across the shirt, black jeans, and black boots. The man also has the prestigious SNME World Heavyweight Championship tightly fastened around his waste. It is the World Heavyweight Champion, “The game” Triple H. “The Cerebral Assassin” stands to his feet and catapults his hair back, just as he does so, he tilts his head and stares into the camera, several strands of hair remain in front of his face. Triple H strolls down the path and into the isles of chairs, he slowly approaches the front row, the camera man slowly follows behind. Triple H places his forearms against the barrier and leans against his arms, gazing into the half set-up ring. Triple H speaks for the first time, as he begins he continues to look into the ring. [/b][/i] Triple H: Triple H pushes himself off the barricade and leans his rear end against it, glancing into the camera. Batista, the self proclaimed “Animal,” Jericho, the self proclaimed “Lion” as far as I’m concerned both of you are just some filthy insects, two “Animals” that don’t understand a thing about the wrestling ring, two animals that just think the ring is a box, nothing more than a box. Two animals that don’t understand the meaning of this box, and yet fight within it. Triple H climbs over the barricade and takes several steps closer to the wrestling ring, he approaches the turnbuckle post that is set up and places his hand on the cold metal surface, Triple H looks at it with an evil grin as if it was a weapon. [/b][/i] Triple H: When I look at the wrestling ring, I don’t see it as just a box with ropes around it, no, when I look at the wrestling ring, it is so much more than that… it is a weapon, a weapon made for one thing… and that is to find anyway possible to cast as much pain on your opponent. Triple H points at his head. I use my brain, while Jericho and Batista, they fight like animals, they just brawl and wrestle until one falls, ya’ see that kind of wrestling doesn’t work on me. Unlike the two of you, I could use any part of this wrestling ring to tear my opponent limb from limb. Triple H pats the turnbuckle post. I can throw you into this post, break your shoulder… Triple H walks over to the side of the ring facing the titan tron, he pulls up the apron and looks back at the camera. I can take anything from here… Triple H looks underneath, he pulls out a chair, a kendo stick, a table, a ladder, and finally he pulls out a sledgehammer. While the ref is down or not looking, I will not hesitate to make this match go my way, I will not hesitate to smash over the head or throw you threw one of these. Triple H points at the weapons laying across the mat less ground. Triple H continues going straight and stops at steel steps. I can throw you into this, and I will not think twice for one second… “The game” continues to the right and walks up to a barrier, Triple H places his hand on it and looks back at the camera. See, “Animals” like you, Jericho and Batista wouldn’t notice barricades like this, you wouldn’t notice that you are going head first into it, I can lift up this safety mat Triple H lifts it up showing a firm metal surface. and I can batter your head into this endlessly, and like the dim-witted “animals” you are, you will stand there until you get knocked out. “The Cerebral Assassin” walks up the steep steps and onto the apron, “the game” walks to the center of the ring, the ropes on the side he went through are not step up. Triple H walks to a side with the ropes set up and stretches them as far he can, nearly tearing the turnbuckle posts out of the corners of the ring. I can take these ropes and constrict them around your bodies like a snake squeezing the life out of the defenseless rats that you are. Triple H struts to the center of the ring with purpose. And finally, I can do the most excruciating thing you can on this weapon… The Pedigree! Triple H claps his hands together, a bang echoes through the arena. The Pedigree will crush you like tiny insects! See, Batista, Jericho, the wrestling ring isn’t a safe place for “animals”… especially when there is a cerebral assassin looking you in the eye, just across this wrestling ring! “The game” stands in the center of the ring and unfastens the World Heavyweight Championship. Triple H holds the title in his right hand and raises both of his arms to a 120 degree angle, screaming with all his might. The camera pans to atop the arena, zooming in on the World Heavyweight Champion. The camera slowly begins to rotate around “The Cerebral Assassin” as the camera slowly zooms away. As Triple H reduces in size, nearly turning into a spec, the camera slowly fades black and illustrates the SNME logo. [/b][/i]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:37:37 GMT -5
The SNME camera fades to an extensive hallway, doors sit along each side of the hallway and single door at the end of the hallway. The SNME camera man slowly proceeds down the hallway to the end and places his hand on the door, the camera pauses for a moment, silence, all that can be seen is the wooden door that stands among the hallway and the room inside. Seconds later the knob turns, the camera man steps within the door. A desk sits in the middle of the office-like room, and a bear skin rug lays along the ground. To the right is a window, through the window a city is revealed. By the window stands the World Heavyweight Champion, “The Game” admiring the view. “The Game’s” championship sits along his waist. Triple H is donning a black cross t-shirt and black jeans. Over his t-shirt he has a black leather jacket and over the jacket the “Cerebral Assassin” has a blue jean jacket with the sleeves torn off, the vest is unbuttoned and has two logos on the back, one cross logo and another Degeneration X logo. “The Game” tilts his head and gazes into the camera. “The Game” turns around and slowly approaches his desk, not for one second removing his eyes off the camera. He removes his leather jacket and his jean jacket and hangs them on the back of his chair that sits behind the desk. Triple H submerges his rear-end into the red leather seat. The camera slowly pans down to Triple H’s eye level. On the desk a chess board is revealed, to he right of the board are a bunch of chess pieces that randomly lay all over table. Triple H: Tomorrow night, at “Rumble In The Jungle” Chris Jericho and I will face off for the 5th time in a “Lions Den” match… how many times do I have to beat Jericho? How many times do I have to smack him in the head with the title, or smash his head into a sledgehammer until he realizes that he is just a stepping stone!? I don’t know, but I know one thing, that tomorrow night, Jericho will finally realize why they call him the king and why they call me the god! So, do you know how to play? Triple H points to the chess board. The camera tilts up and down signaling that the camera man is nodding. So sit the hell down! Let’s play some chess…
Triple H points to a seat that sits on the reverse side of the desk, the camera man approaches and sits in it, he sets down the camera so just his arm is showing and Triple H’s whole chest and head is showing. The “cerebral assassin” sets the chess board up on both sides, his side being the black side, the opposing side being white.
Triple H: Now, I bet all of you are wondering, “Just what in the hell is Triple H doing there playing chess?” Well, I’m here to prove a point to you all…
Triple H moves his black pawn up one black, the camera man mimics his move, moving his white pawn up .
Triple H: Ya’ see, chess is much like the wrestling ring. Ya’ battle and battle until one person doesn’t have anymore pieces, or life left in them to fight. Or you fight and fight until you get in that perfect position to hit your best move, check mate… Jericho, much like chess, when you step in this ring with me, you will have no chance, no opportunity to finish me or get in that perfect position for the Walls of Jericho or the Lionsault, I won’t let you, I’m gonna’ move my “pieces” correctly, I’m gonna’ play my cards right, and I’m gonna’ beat you.
Triple H shifts another pawn, the camera man counters by moving a pawn himself. Triple H moves another pawn, and the camera man reveals a knight from the perimeter of the chess board. Triple H finishes by moving a rook forward two steps.
Triple H: See Jericho, wrestling isn’t some animal sport… Triple H points at his head. You gotta’ use your brain. You gotta’ think before you move a piece, you gotta’ think before you do, unlike you, I do that, I strategize while you just charge at your opponent, like some animal and hope for the best outcome, just like in chess, that won’t get you to far, that won’t get you to the gold. Like the animal you are, you ran, and you ran, and you got far, but now there is a wall to truly test if you can climb to the top. Triple H looks down at his championship for a few moments; he unbuckles it and places it around his shoulder. He nods his head back and forth negatively. You’re good, but not good enough, you don’t have what it takes, you don’t have the ability to be World Champion that I am! And tomorrow night, for the third time, it will finally get to you; you are not World Champion material. Now, I’m not gonna’ lie, just because you’re not champion material doesn’t mean you’re not good, and it doesn’t mean that you can’t take me to my limits, hell, I have no doubt in my mind that this is going to the very end, I have no doubt that it will come down to the last two “chess pieces,” but I also have no doubt that I will be the man calling “check mate.” All I hear you say day night is “I’m Chris Jericho, The king of the world, the ayatollah of rock and rolla, assclowns!” “I am two and two against the World Heavyweight Champion, Triple H.” but you have to realize, Jericho, coming close doesn’t cut it, saying that you are two and two against me, and saying that you just needed to do one thing to win, one more move to win, doesn’t make you a champion. Beating your opponent pound for pound makes you a champion! Triple H holds up his world heavyweight championship signifying his superiority over Chris Jericho.
The camera man reveals his rook from the edge of the board; Triple H finishes by moving his knight once more. The camera man continues and moves another pawn, Triple H completes the trail of chess piece moving by moving his rook up a few blocks. Triple H slowly rises out of his seat and walks over to the wall behind the leather seat. Photographs fill the wall. Triple H stares into one picture in particular. The picture shows Triple H with his arms raised in glory atop the mountain that he once visited. As Triple H continues to look into the photograph, he begins to speak.
Triple H: You and I pushed, and pushed and neither of us fell from the “mountain,” we may be close when it comes to matches, but Jericho, if you hadn’t noticed, after round 2, you’re one step closer to the edge, smell that fresh mountain air while you can, cause it’s time for round 3 and your just one push away from you’re downfall! I’m playing my pieces right up to the edge, and I guarantee you will fall straight down to the bottom… and you won’t get up!
Triple pulls his eyes from the fascinating view. "The Game" turns around and leisurely walks back into his seat to continue the chess game. The camera man moves his pawn up, without even a second of thinking Triple H kills his pawn using his rook. Todd moves over his bishop, killing his rook, the camera man calls out, “Check.” Triple H quickly counters that, making sure his king is not killed. After Triple H stops moving his chess pieces he stands to his feet and walks over to the other side of the room. A statue of a lion sits on the floor. The statue shows the lion ferociously growling as if it was the leader of a lion pack. Triple H looks down at the statue and smirks, seeing absolutely nothing extraordinary out of the fearsome creature
Triple H: So, Jericho, I bet you think you got an advantage in our match, being that it’s at Rumble In The Jungle and that it’s in a Lion’s Den match. But I got news for ya’, “Lion heart,” I’m a Cerebral Assassin entering this “Jungle” with one weapon Triple H holds up his pointer finger as he states the word “one.” that will wipe out every single animal in the “jungle,” including you! And that weapon…is a Sledgehammer! Triple H turns around and stands by a big cabinet that sits behind the desk. Triple H opens the enormous cabinet; inside the cabinet is a sledgehammer displayed as if it was a rare, expensive blade. Triple H removes the sledge hammer from the display and looks into it maliciously, he turns back around and in full force Triple H swings at the huge statue of the lion, it shatters into millions of pieces, Triple H carefully places the sledgehammer back. He looks back at the ruble left from the remains of the statue; Triple H disrespectfully kicks the remains of the statue. “The game” strolls back to his seat and relaxes in it, he places his feet on the table as if nothing had just happened. Triple H signals for the camera man to proceed with the chess game. The camera man moves his bishop, setting him up to kill his queen, Triple H sees the camera man’s plan and kills his bishop using his knight. The camera man moves his out of from behind his pawns. Triple H does as well. The camera man moves his queen and states “check.” Triple H counters the move and kills his queen using his own. The camera man desperately moves his king over. Triple H moves his bishop over, it is check mate, but Triple H doesn’t say anything.
Triple H: This game will end tomorrow night, you got up to the last level, but now you have to face me! And after our match, be prepared to face facts and facts are, this is a game you cannot beat! You may have gotten high, you may have gotten to the top, but in the end the last level will remain unbeaten, the “Game” will remain unbeaten, you can try, but it will end just like the other two times!… With me standing over your lifeless, unconscious corpse screaming… "check mate" !
Triple H flings all of the chess pieces off of the table and jumps out of his seat; the camera angle stays the same. Triple H motions around, looking like he is doing his signature taunt. He pauses for a moment and raises his arms in the air. His arms drop down and Triple H executes the famous taunt the crotch chop, as Triple H laughs in victory the camera slowly fades to black from the Triple H’s crotch and the world heavyweight championship that sits on the table, adjacent to Triple H’s crotch. The screen displays the SNME logo, then fades to commercials.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:41:40 GMT -5
Saturday Night’s main event’s camera appears to a seemingly deserted area, possibly a less populated town. The camera swivels left, then right, not one car passes the forest like area. Suddenly gun shot’s are heard echoing throughout the forsaken region. The SNME camera man quickly runs across a street in hope a bullet or car doesn’t hit him. Once he gets there, he pans the camera up and zooms in on the only building in that area. A shooting range.
The camera man slowly paces closer and closer to the enclosed shooting range. He once again crosses another desolate street, this time not even worried of a car appearing, or a gun shot. Just before the anxious camera man enters he swivels his camera to the right, three cars are parked to his right. A Volkswagen golf, a red mini van and in the distance a red Hummer parked off to the side. The camera man continues, running up the cement steps, he stands just before the door and peaks into the door, to his left is a man behind a counter waxing a shotgun, a wall of guns are behind him, in front of him is a shooting range area, the gunshot’s continue to bang, louder and louder in one thunderous noise. At last, the camera man enters the shooting range. The camera stays in one position for nearly on minute, the amount of guns and other self defense weapons is astounding.
Finally, the camera man pulls away from the bloodcurdling yet miraculous sight, so many deadly weapons all in one area. The camera man continues down the long wall of guns up to the point that he reaches the end of the hallway. He takes a right; at this point the noise of the artillery is earsplitting and unbearable. He continues straight for several seconds, the shooting range is now visible.
img359.imageshack.us/img359/5801/range15ed.jpg [/img] Nearly every section in the shooting range is filled. People with all different types of firearm’s aim at the targets, attempting to get a bull’s-eye. The camera man slowly proceeds down the long isle of shooters, at the end of the range, a big, blonde haired man with camouflage pants shoots at his row of target’s, getting a bull’s-eye or close to one every time he shoot’s his pistol. Once the camera man gets close enough it is easy to tell that the man behind the gun is Triple H. Triple H has a D-X t-shirt on, plugs seal his ears from hearing the deafening gunshots. As the camera gets close enough for Triple H to see, he puts down the gun and turns around so his face can be seen through the camera. Triple H sits on a bench that overlooks the whole range; he pulls the plugs out of his ears and looks up at the camera ready to speak. [/b] Triple H: It’s funny how as a hobby I enjoy to shoot targets, when I used to be and still am a target myself. As World Heavyweight Champion I was the biggest target on SNME, everyone was out to get me, everyone was out to get my gold, there was a target for every single wrestler on SNME on my body. Now, being in D-X, I am again a target for “anti DX.” I’m mainly targeted by the “falling” star, Batista. And at Seven Deadly Sins Batista and I will go toe to toe once again… Batista, me and you faced off a long time ago for the Intercontinental Championship, and every single time you have something to say, you seem to always bring up the fact that you beat me for the Intercontinental Title, a match that happened months ago. Batista, you can say it 5,000 more times for all I care, because the fact still remains that you’ve only beaten me once! Every SNME fan knows, everybody in the locker room knows it, hell, even you know it! All it is, is a desperate attempt at trying to become bigger than me, saying the same thing over and over again doesn’t make you bigger than me, and it sure as hell doesn’t make you better than me! Triple H stands up and fiddles around with his hand gun, taking it off safety. He aims it at a target, a machine moves it back and forth to make the target harder to hit. “The Game” puts his gun on his seat and walks over to a rack of guns, he picks up a shot gun, and observes it; he looks at every feature of the gun so seriously it seems like he is going to war. Triple H continues to the shooting range divider and in one shot, the shot gun rips a hole through the targets head. img479.imageshack.us/img479/7959/shootingrange4uv.png [/Img] Triple H: Batista, tomorrow night, at Seven Deadly Sins, just like an animal in the wild, you will be targeted! You will be targeted by an assassin… a cerebral assassin! There will be no where to run, no where to hide, and if you try to hide, you will be caught in a cerebral trap! Triple H points the gun at the camera and makes a gun shot noise.Triple H: Boom! Triple H puts the gun down onto his seat and proceeds back to the rack of guns. After searching through the pile of guns Triple H pulls out a powerful AK-47! Triple H hold’s the gun in both hands and looks down at it as if it was his child. An evil smirk emerges on his face as if he has bad intentions in mind. Like a soldier, Triple H marches to yet another target, this time moving much faster and in different directions. After seconds of aiming the AK-47, a blast is heard, the vociferous noise breaks through the ear plugs. The camera violently shakes, then recovers. It zooms in on the target; the AK-47 slashed a fissure right down the middle of the target. Triple H returns proudly smirking with his gun on his shoulder, similar to the way he carries a sledgehammer. Triple H continues to speak without taking the gun out of his hands.Triple H: So, you wanna’ call “The Bellagio” water torture match your pit of water and glass? Well, Batista, I’ll be entering that pit, but I won’t be forced in by you, I’m going in willingly, and I’m going for one reason… this match isn’t about a championship, or revenge, it’s to show you that D-X is the best, and you don’t mess with us! Because you decided to screw with the wrong gang I’ll personally end your desperate attempt at stopping us. Degeneration X is going straight to the top, and we’ll be passing you and your little buddies by! Orton will destroy Sting, Michaels will decimate Beyer, and finally… I’ll slaughter “The Animal”! After the night is over, Anti D-X will be no more, and we will continue our mission on taking over SNME! Triple H signals for the camera to follow. “The game” proceeds down the hallway of determined shooter’s, none seem to shoot as well as Triple H; “The cerebral assassin” endues down the hallway, his AK-47 on his shoulder, to the second hallway on the left side. This hallway is visibly shorter. A small rack of guns are on the side, smaller than the shooting range, and there is a second, smaller hallway inside guarded by two big men in a blue uniform, one’s name tag stating John and the other, Henry. As big as both men are they don’t compare to the amount of muscle “The cerebral assassin” has. Over the opening to the hallway is a piece of paper it reads “Real life shooting simulator.” Underneath in small font it explains that cardboard targets pop out and you must shoot them as fast as you can. Triple H quietly snickers “Sounds fun.” He looks down at the AK-47, and thinks about using it in the shooting range. Triple H strolls over to the rack, his AK-47 in his right hand, he looks behind the rack, against it is a sledgehammer! Without thinking twice “The Game” drops the AK-47 and picks up the sledgehammer as if he was a child who found a new toy, he instantly forgot about the AK-47. Triple H attempts to go into the hallway, but both guards hold there hands out, stopping, “The Game.”John: Sir, I cannot allow you to proceed into the “Real Life Shooting Simulator.” Henry: Only guns are allowed, sir. Please, read the rules before entering. He point’s to a long list of rules next to the sign explaining what the simulator is. Triple H grips the sledgehammer with both hands tightly and looks down at the head of the sledgehammer. Triple H spins the sledgehammer around 180 degrees, similar to the way cowboy’s do in old cowboy movies. Triple H flicks both of there name tags with the wooden side of the sledgehammer as he reads there names.Triple H: Well, John, Henry, what if I told you I don’t follow rules! Triple H begins to swing his sledgehammer back. “The Game” takes a full swing at John’s head; blood instantly pours out of the side of his head as he collapses to the ground. Henry runs away from the hallway in fear. Triple H steps over the unconscious body and simply precedes into the simulator with no remorse for John the guard. A circular target appears the second Triple H steps into the hallway. “The Game” shatters the target with one swing down the middle, as it shatters he viciously grunts.Triple H: Batista, think of this as your pit, tomorrow night I will be entering your playground with one weapon and I will walk out of “The animal’s” pit with “The animal’s” head as a symbol of victory! Triple H looks down at the sledgehammer and continues to slowly strut down the hallway.Triple H: I think you know what weapon I’m talking about! Tomorrow night, I will control this match, I will aim… As Triple H says “aim” he holds the sledgehammer as if it was a gun and pretends to aim it like it was a sniper rifle.… and “fire” As he states “attack” he jolts his arm up making it look like he should a gun. until I say that the match ends, it will begin when I say so, and it will end when I say so! Now, I’m not walking in with a sledgehammer to end the match quickly, and I’m sure as hell not because I can’t beat you… I am entering “the pit” with a sledgehammer to inflict as much pain on you as possible! “The Bellagio” water torture match is made to physically break down the human body! It is fought in the wrestling ring in a pool of water glass spikes surround the top! And since Vegas is considered the gambling state I will do some gambling myself! I will fear nothing! I won’t hesitate to climb on top of the glass and battle on top of the spikes, I won’t fear going underwater, I will take any risk I have to! And Batista, whenever we encounter any of these hazardous areas I will take any advantage I can get, I will drown you underwater if I have to, I will rip your fragile skin against the glass spikes if I have to… I will end your career if I have to! Anything that will get me the victory! So Batista, spend as much time with your two daughters and your wife, Angie, because Batista, you won’t be seeing them for a long time! You won’t be walking out of “The Bellagio,” you will be wheeled out of “The Bellagio,” bloodied, on a stretcher! Another target appears, a black cutout of a human body. Triple H runs past it as he swings into the gut, the legs of the figure stay in one spot as the upper body completely tears off and flies to the side. Triple H continues to speak as he continues walking down the maze-like hallway. Triple H: Batista, you come off as a big, strong, seemingly unbeatable guy, but I don’t sweat you, I don’t fear you! And I sure as hell won’t hesitate to face you tomorrow night, I won’t hesitate to unleash you! Ya’ see, a smart man once said “The only way to know where the line is, is to cross it.” And Batista, I’m crossing that line, I’m unleashing “the animal!” You seem to always warn everyone, “Don’t unleash me, you don’t want to!” As if you fear it just as much as your opponent does. Well, Batista, I got some news for ya’, I don’t fear you or “the animal” in you! You can call yourself and animal but you are still human, you can pull out those “muscle enhancing” needles as much as you want, but as much muscle and strength you may gain, it doesn’t mean you are a viscous animal, you can try to convince us, but you are still human! And after the blood rolls down your face as you are put into the ambulance you will realize that even you are mortal! Two machines appear that shoot fake air soft bullets. Before any of the machines can shoot, “The Game” crushes one by slamming the sledgehammer on top of it, then swings his sledgehammer to the right breaking the automatic gun shooter in half. He cautiously continues awaiting the next target.Triple H: The second I enter “the pit,” or “The Bellagio,” whatever ya’ wanna’ call it, I’ll be aiming for the most points, I will “shoot” right at the 10 point mark… Batista, you can be a moving target, you can run, you can try to defend yourself, but I guaran-damn-tee that whenever I will press the trigger… the “bullet” will hit the mark every... single... time! Suddenly, a scale cardboard cutout of Batista appears. Although it isn’t really Batista, Triple H looks the cardboard figure dead in the eye, he bites down on his teeth, you can see his jaw flinch. His muscles gradually grow as he tightens his grip on the sledgehammer. “The Game” pulls his sledgehammer back and swings right at the head of the six foot six inch figure, the cutout of Batista’s head shatters into several pieces, they fly back a foot or two away from the still standing figure of Batista. Triple H slams the concrete floor with the head of his sledgehammer and growls at the top of his lungs. Triple H: “BULLS-EYE!” Triple H looks at the figure for several seconds as if he was frozen in that position. He throws the sledgehammer to the ground and takes a step back. “The Game” taunt’s the cardboard body, he raises his arms 140 degrees in his signature taunt, as he drops his arms he turns the taunt into a crotch chop, Triple H yells and executes the crotch chop as the camera slowly fades to a black screen.[/color][/i][/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 9, 2011 19:45:56 GMT -5
[/img][/center] The powerful sun beats down on SNME camera that randomly stands in a barren, plain wasteland. The location, unknown, it seems to be in the middle of nowhere. The camera swivels slowly in a circle. An endless road continues on both sides of the camera man and fences with barbed wire along the top surround the poorly paved and damaged road. The deserted road is surrounded by miles and miles of hot, plain sand, with several cacti scattered in the desert sand. The camera once again swivels to another side of the road. He walks one way, then another, he doesn’t know where to go, he begins to panic, once again he turns around facing the other side of the road, a dark figure is seen gently strolling along the everlasting road with a broken rhythm ever step it takes as if every step it sinks into the ground and comes back up. The camera man begins to panic, the trembling of his body is visible through the vibrating camera, he nervously walks backwards, but stops realizing he doesn’t where he is going. A deep sigh is heard and his trembling slowly decreases as he waits for the unidentifiable figure. As it gets closer from the distance, the figure is clearly seen to be a human. As far away as this unknown individual may be it is clearly seen that he or she is big, this is noticeable by the tall, wide framed shadow that mysteriously conceals the person. The size seems too big and tall to be female. The anonymous person stops strolling along the vacant road as he notices the camera, he begins to strut towards it, faster and faster until it seems that he is jogging towards the camera, just as he begins, the shivering returns, this time even stronger, the camera man is terrified. As he gets closer, within 30 feet of the camera man, the dark, gray shadow becomes lighter as he escapes from the blazing, gargantuan sun that takes up the whole background of the camera’s view. Finally the man is just 10 feet away, the shivering disappears. The man is now noticeable, his head contains long, straight, golden strands of hair that reach to his massive shoulders. He zooms in on the face, several drips of sweet rolls down his slightly chubby cheeks and onto his thick, golden beard that surrounds his mouth. The camera man slowly pans up and down his body, his shirt containing a black shirt, the design unable to be noticed due to the glare of the sun, black jeans with a belt holding them up. Lastly, he is wearing black boots that partially hide behind his jeans. The camera man looks back up at his face and zooms out so his whole body can be seen. This man is none other than SNME superstar “The Game” Triple H. Triple H begins to chuckle under his breath as he begins to speak.
Triple H: Highway to hell…
As Triple H says his statement, he presents the old, desolate road.
Triple H: Or as I like to call it…
Triple H’s laughs are broken silent as a serious expression arouses on his face.
Triple H: I bet all you people in the arena, and all of you back home have no idea where in the hell I am and why in the hell I’m here, well I’ve got an explanation for ya’… In wrestling, being physically prepared isn’t nearly as tough as being mentally prepared. This lonely road, here, is what I use to mentally prepare, here all of those voices you have in your head combine, this is when the voices in your head are loudest, they try to break you down, make you mentally submit, give up, this is where my mentality becomes stronger, this is where I’ve gone before all of my big matches, the elimination chamber, way back when I fought Shawn Michaels… This time, I’m bringing you live to show you exactly how my mental power increases, and of course a little bit about Highway to Hell…
Triple H begins to stroll down the road, the same way he came to the camera. The camera slowly follows “The Game” who silently continues down the road. Suddenly his mouth opens, he has something to say.
Triple H: At Highway to Hell an assassin enters the ring with 5 animals… One enormous animal, who is simply referred to as “The Animal,” another animal knows as a lion, a raven, a scorpion, and lastly, a weak, helpless little puppy! The Hell in A Cell is the perfect place to trap these animals… animals belong in cages! Animals belong to be locked up! And that’s exactly what you will all be!
Triple H suddenly pounces at the fence that closes the road in, he sticks his fingers through several holes and pretends to helplessly attempt to escape.
Triple H: Just like any other animals you will all be scratching at the cage, begging out! The raven will be plucking at the fence with its useless beak, the animal will attempt to force itself out with its superior strength, the lion will attempt break free with its mighty paws, the feeble little puppy will bark as loud as it can with it’s soft voice, but no one will listen, and lastly the scorpion will attempt to escape with it’s little body, just through a hole, but will be crushed by one man… he is the last man in that cell, and he is an assassin! I will make sure that during this “check-up” with Dr. Triple H, every single one of you useless animals are put to sleep! At the cell, Dr. Triple H says when an animal is ready to leave, and when I pin all five of you, that is when you are gonna’ be put to sleep!
Triple H releases his hands from the fence and continues to proceed down the endless road, as both the camera man and Triple H continue, not a noise is heard from desolate area, until “The Game” once again begins to speak.
Triple H: In wrestling there is a food chain, the weak on the bottom, and the powerful on the top… But in wrestling, the food chain doesn’t only consist of animals, ya’ see, in wrestling, a man stands atop the food chain, and that man is the cerebral assassin! I am the only man in this business that can defeat any other animal on the food chain… An assassin is superior to all animals, he knows his surroundings, he knows how to win, and lastly, he has a brain, unlike the animals he is facing at Highway to Hell! And that brain will do wonders for me when I’m inside that cell… See, in the cell there will be all types of animals, big and strong, small and fast… but none of them will have a feature quite like mine! Ya see, whether you are big and strong, or small and fast, when you’re in the cell with an assassin, you have no advantage over him!
Triple H holds his arms straight out, taunting, as if he stood atop a mountain representing the food chain, with every animal, beneath him. Triple H continues down the street, strolling and talking to the fans watching him through the camera.
Triple H: Tomorrow night, you enter hell with a man even greater than the devil, a man who has BEATEN the devil! And just like the clueless animals you are, you won’t even realize who you’re entering the cell with, until you see him first hand! All five of you will step into this cell with me and your only exit will be locked up with thick metal chains, and just as your freedom is ended, just as your ability to leave the cell is ended… you will look across the ring and look me dead in the eye, and then it will finally strike you, you will realize that you have just made the biggest mistake of your life!
Triple H begins to quietly snicker under his breath. The laughs grows louder, and louder, and louder to the point it become scary.
Triple H: You will realize you have all just been “Trapped... With a Cerebral Assassin!”
The laughs continue as Triple H spreads his arms straight out, in confidence. Suddenly an evil smirk spreads across his face as he flexes his muscles and taps his knuckles against his thighs. “The Game” raises his arms in a 140 degree position, executing his signature taunt. As Triple H lowers his arms from the taunt, he turns his taunt to the infamous Degeneration X crotch chop taunt, his expression not changing for a second. “The Cerebral Assassin” takes several steps backwards away from the camera, but continues to gaze into it; his evil smirk continues to cover his face. “The Game” turns his body partially away from the camera, and takes one last glance at the camera, showing his evil smirk for just one last time. He turns fully away from the camera and continues down the desolate road. The remains in the same position, not even the slightest movement is seen as Triple H’s figure grows smaller, and less identifiable with every step he takes. The last little spec on the screen, representing Triple H finally disappears, as “The Game” vanishes from the screen the camera fades to a black background with the SNME logo over it. The SNME logo fades as SNME goes to a commercial break. [/i][/center]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:12:42 GMT -5
Your Kryptonite [/size] *The SNME fans wait eagerly, as they stare into the Titan Tron; the SNME camera fades from black and appears in a busy street. A street filled with flashing lights, the thousands of people walking on the sidewalk march aimlessly into glamorous and gleaming buildings. Expensive cars roll down the street, taking sharp turns with there incredible acceleration. “Cha ching” sounds can be heard in the background, the thud of rolling dice hitting the green felt tables, slot machine levers being pulled, random people, rich or poor, shriek in excitement as they win money, all of these sounds being delivered straight to the SNME fans in the arena. The SNME camera turns left and right, up and down viewing the luminous block, on one side of the street you can see The Luxor, on the other side of the street prominently stands The Excalibur Hotel/Casino. Ladies and Gentleman welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada.*
*The camera man walks through the roaring crowd of people, being pushed aside nearly every step he takes. As the camera man cautiously maneuvers around the thousands of people, people stare into the camera making awkward faces receiving there 15 seconds of fame. Finally, the thousands of people begin to diminish, the numbers reduce to hundreds, and soon enough only a group of 30 people walk along the tranquil street. The camera man walks along the Lower Las Vegas Strip, where it is more serene than the upper strip. The camera looks up at a huge hotel; the Wynn Hotel/Casino stands prominently over the Lower Strip. The camera man walks nearer and nearer to the less populated hotel. The camera man looks to his left, a family of 5 people walk happily along the street to there hotel room, smiling as there great day is about to end, while some people’s day in Vegas has just begun. The camera man looks to his right, a single man stands there, leaning against the Wynn Hotel/Casino, the man looks down at the neatly paved sidewalk as he places one foot against the hotel and keeps the other one planted on the ground, his long blond hair drapes over his face. He dons a black t-shirt; the shirt has an indistinguishable logo on it, only spots of green are seen on the black shirt, the mans bulky biceps stretch the shirts fabric. His hands hide in the pockets of his black pants, an expensive leather belt wraps around the pants. And lastly, his black, polished Timberland boots shine like the luminous streets of Vegas itself. The unidentified man whips his hair back, it rebounds against his back, then drapes off of his head. The camera zooms in on his face; the man is none other than “The Game” Triple H! “The Cerebral Assassin” pushes himself off of the wall and walks over to the camera, with his shirt now visible, you can see the neon green DX logo. “The Game’s” hands slowly leave his pockets as he begins to speak.*
Triple H: Las Vegas, Nevada… the city of lights… the city where nobodies become somebody’s, where poor people enter and rich people exit, where I enter as Triple H, and where I exit as THE NUMBER 1 CONTENDER…”The Game,” “The Cerebral Assassin,” Triple H!
*With his hands back in his pocket, Triple H begins strolling along the sidewalk passing random hotels and casino’s, the camera man follows closely behind.*
Triple H: 7 Deadly Sins, I face new up-and-coming star… Ken Kennedy… this kid has been on winning streak for a long time, he holds a pretty strong record, hell, he’s the former Intercontinental Champion… and he’s been going around SNME, and grabbing wins against some of are top guys, Orton, Batista and even World Champ Chris Jericho. Yeah… yeah I’ll admit it, he is destined to become a Heavyweight Champion… one day, that is. And that’s one day when I’ll be retired. See, Kennedy, you gotta’ understand that in the world of wrestling… every fighter, every wrestler holds some sort of weakness, something they just can’t beat, every wrestlers’ got it, you, me, even the World Heavyweight Champs’ got it.
*“The Game” continues down the strip, heading to the upper strip. The amount of people expands, the cameraman begins to be tossed around by the thousands of people, Triple H powers through the crowd and soon enough vanishes in the sea of people. The cameraman gets spat out of the enormous crowd. To the left stands Triple H leaning against a wall towered over by a sign. He glances over to the camera.
Triple H: Wrestlers go through pain, they go through suffering, they gotta’ go through every obstacle in there path to victory! Kennedy, you have not felt pain, or suffering, and you have yet to run into an unconquerable obstacle! Your entire career you took the effortless path… Kennedy, I don’t think I have ever even seen you shed a drip of blood for this business! You speak of how you’ve been climbing the hill that is SNME, bullshit! You speak of how you’ve been through hell… and back… ha-ha! The first time you’ll experience hell is when you face me! You tell me to pray? Ha-ha, I can’t pray if I worship Satan! We are battling it out in hell after all… so tonight, you enter my battlefield! Tonight, the two of us enter hell, but only one of us makes it back! You think you’ve been hungry after losing your Intercontinental Championship? You have never experienced the hunger that wrestlers have had; they step into the ring, drooling, ready to rip someone in half to just feel the taste of being a champion! You have never entered a Hell in a Cell against five other men; all of us bleeding, just pulling are selves to that title one step at a time! Kennedy, I put piece of my heart… into that title! Half of what I live for is that championship! You know nothing of how it feels when a piece of your heart is held by another man, and the only way to get it back is to battle for what’s yours! Kennedy, I was in that door, that door of greatness, but now… I’m guarding it, and there is no way you’re gonna’ get to this door without having to beat me so bad that my blood begins to run out! I take pride in this business, Kennedy, I know what’s best for her, and it sure as hell isn’t you being champion! You speak of how it’s time to retire, Kennedy, after tonight, win or lose; I’ll show you there are still years left in me!
*Triple H continues to once again stroll along the sidewalk, this time it’s not over crowded, only several people walk up and down the strip.* Triple H: So, I guess you’re right, tonight is the ultimate battle, between past and future, but you got one thing wrong… Kennedy, I am the past, I am the present, and I’m still the future!
*As Triple H continues to stroll, he stops at the Bellagio Casino. “The Cerebral Assassin” enters the casino and begins to stroll around the slot machines; the noise of coins falling out of slot machines fills the background. Triple H walks past a few traditional slot machines with cherries and 7’s, 5 cents a pull. He then ambles passed the first isle of slot machines, and continues to walk passed a second isle where there are different movie slot machines, such as Lord of the Ring slot machines and Star Wars slot machines. Triple H continues to a third aisle where there are more slot machines, these at a quarter each. “The Game” goes to the one in the far corner, he sits down at the seat and stares into the slot machine, he starts speaking but shows no eye contact.*
Triple H: Kennedy, I’ve already beaten you 2 times in tag team competition… I’ve pedigreed you two times! I have pinned your lifeless body to the ground…1…2…3! And the only difference at 7 Deadly Sins is that I get to have you all to myself!
*Triple H pulls the lever, different colors flash across the slot machine, showing no signs of slowing down.*
Triple H: See, Kennedy, like I said before, everyone’s got a limitation… hell, even superman’s got one!
*Triple H turns and looks into the camera*
Triple H: Kryptonite…
*The machine stops, on the screen is a cherry, and two 7’s. Triple H drops a few coins in and pulls the lever once more, different colors flash across the machine, but this time the most prominent color flashing is a neon green glow. Triple H looks at the camera for a moment. Triple H gets up out of his seat and looks into the camera.*
Triple H: See, Kennedy, you’ve been on this winning streak for a very long time now, 14 wins is it? 15? You’ve gone over 20 matches without even knowing what your weakness was, without even knowing you had one! You thought you were unstoppable… you thought “I’m Intercontinental Champion, I’m on top of the world!” Ha-ha! I hate to break it to ya’ kid, but tonight, at 7 Deadly Sins, you’re meeting your number 1 weakness head on! Kennedy…
*Triple H points his thumb at himself*
Triple H: I AM YOUR KRYPTONITE!
*Triple H walks out of the cameras view. The camera man turns around and sees Triple H disappear into a crowd by the poker tables. He hears coins dropping out of a slot machine, he turns around, it’s the Superman slot machine dropping hundreds of coins by the second, the camera zooms in on the Superman slot machine, there are three Kryptonite crystals in a row, representing the jackpot. The camera fades to a commercial break.* [/color] =========Alternate Epilogue========= ===========Outnumbered, But Not Outmatched=========== [/size] *After the commercial break ends, the camera appears in the same casino, in search of “The Game” Triple H. The cameraman dives into the crowd of people surrounding the poker tables. He squeezes through the people and pops out on the other side. The camera pans right, then left. On the left are three occupied poker tables, the cameraman zooms in at each one. The table at the end is occupied by six people. The cameraman slowly approaches the table, he turns to see Triple H who had his back turned to the camera. Triple H look over notices the camera staring right at him.*
Triple H: So… ya’ decided to stick around…
* The dealer slides two cards to each person at the table. 5 of the people stare at there cards thinking long and card, while Triple H simply takes a glance at them and places them down. He then turns to the camera, leaning back in his seat.*
Triple H: In several hours, I face Ken Kennedy in a lumber jack match. In a lumber jack match several people surround the ring on all four sides, two sides occupied by your allies, and two sides occupied by your opponents allies. [/b] *Triple H throws some chips out of his pile. The dealer flips three cards, the 5 people stare at there cards for several minutes once more all five of them begin sweating and thinking of a play, Triple H remains calm as he lounges back in his chair.*Triple H: At Seven Deadly Sins, outside the ring, there won’t be wrestlers, there will be ferocious animals outside the ring, ready to tear are fragile lifeless bodies into pieces! Kennedy, you’ve got more friends than me, you’ve got more allies than me… and quite frankly I don’t give a crap! I’ve seen you the past week rolling around with your “NWO posse” acting as if you’re untouchable, acting like those lousy, good for nothing NWO members can protect you, I have no doubt in my mind that you will send your little “bodyguards”, Kevin Nash, Christian Cage, Booker T, New Age Outlaws, The Roy, all those bastards out there plus a few more of your butt buddies, it won’t surprise me. But that’s why I’m prepared for that… tonight, I send my small group of men out there with me, they may not come in big numbers, but they sure as hell have got the skills to help back me up, it doesn’t matter if you got NWO and then some, we are ready, as a team to take the NWO and anyone else you got down! You act as if your NWO is a shield, an unbreakable shield. But Kennedy, what happens when your bodyguards are taken out one man at a time… until you are the only one hopeless one left! They don’t call me the Cerebral Assassin for nothing, Kennedy, I will make sure that by the end of are little match you and your little posse will all be out cold or out on a stretcher! There will be no running behind your bodyguards, and there will be no hiding. If you try to run, my men will be on you like they haven’t eaten for days! If you try to hide my men and I will hunt you down! If you hide behind your allies we rip right through them like a piece of paper! Kennedy if you think for a second that I’ll be a coward, and fear you and your team just because you got a bigger “army” than me, then you’re sadly mistaken! Kennedy, when a General in and army is outnumbered two to one, does he retreat? If he has no faith in his men he does, but Kennedy my men can role with yours any day, you may have the numbers but I have the experience! Kennedy, I fear no one… because if they can breathe… they can just as easily die! *Triple H lays a large stack of chips down. The 5 other people at the table begin to think strongly if “The Game” is bluffing or he really has a good hand. Each of them timidly look up at the table, then swiftly back at there cards. Triple H smirks, they can’t figure him out.* Triple H: Kennedy, I’m “The Game,” you can’t figure me out! I’m always one step ahead of ya’ so if you think you got a plan going, if you think for one second that you’re outsmarting the more clever guy in the business, then your terribly mistaken, and your little plan will fail miserably! There are only two ways to beat me… and that’s if I get out-wrestled or if I get double teamed… there is no way to out-wit me, and there is no way to out smart me! Kennedy, you’d be lucky if you can even lay a hand on me, because I’m bigger than you, I’m tougher than you, I’m smarter than you, and I’m a hell of a lot better wrestler than you! You think you’re untouchable, Kennedy? Well look at the stats now! Hell, you could bring the whole roster out there with you tonight, it doesn’t matter, the odds will still be stacked against you! As many men as you may you have backing you up tonight, it doesn’t change what kind of a wrestler you are, and it sure as hell doesn’t make you a better one! *Each person at the table make there decision, one man drops out, while four remain. Triple H pushes all of his chips along the green felt and mutters the words “All in” to the dealer and the four remaining players. They all begin to timidly sweat. Two more men drops out, two players remain.*Triple H: Tonight, we battle it out in the ring, my small army of 5, 6 people and your army of 10, 15 people surrounding the two of us, ready to tear us limb from limb! The man who walks out is number one contender; the man who leaves in a stretcher is a nobody! *Finally the two remaining players make there decision, one of them leaves, while the other remains. The dealer flips one card. The opponent needs one more card to make four of a kind, and Triple H needs one more to make a royal flush! As everyone surrounding the table anxiously awaits the final card, Triple H begins making his was from the table. Once he reaches the exit he looks back at the table, then at the camera.*Triple H: Kennedy, when you enter that ring tonight, with your 15 bodyguards, keep this in mind, we may be outnumbered two to one… but we’re sure as hell not outmatched! *Everyone around the poker table look stunned, Triple H got a Royal Flush! The people around the poker table attempt to announce to Triple H that he won, but before they can do it, Triple H has disappeared through the exit. The cameraman pans left and right, but Triple H has vanished without a trace. The cameraman zooms in on the Royal Flush before cutting to commercial break.*[/color][/center] z.about.com/d/poker/1/5/i/royalflush.jpg[/img]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:14:13 GMT -5
Official SNME cameras appear in an empty locker room a coat rack with a jean jacket stands to his left, and wrestling posters hang on the wall to his right. [/center] [/img][/center] As the camera man continues in the locker room he sees different colored lockers and benches surrounding the room, to the right is an opening which leads to bathrooms and showers. [/color][/center] [/img] [/center] The camera pans left, it views one lockers slightly open and… wait, in the corner sits a lone wrestler, making the decision of his career. DX member Triple H sits on a bench staring down at two black t-shirts, they both seem to be plain black, what can he be thinking? With Triple H wearing just blue jeans and black boots, he lifts the two shirts up and stares deeply into them, a little green can be seen on one of the shirts. Triple H begins pulling on the shirt with green on it, he stops halfway. Triple H removes the shirt and looks down at it. He throws it back down at the bench. Triple H struts over to the row of lockers and bags his forearms against them. He leans against the row of lockers and yells “I don’t know, I don’t know what to do!” Triple H kicks that one slightly open locker open all the way. He then punches a locker adjacent from his own. Triple H runs his fingers through his hair and then jolts his arms down, making his hands a fist. He picks up one of the shirts, which shirt we don’t know. He quickly puts the shirt on as he walks to the door. Triple H takes the jean jacket off the coat hanger and throws it on. “The Game” swings the door open and exits the room, the door hits the wall and rebounds back closed. The camera looks into the locker, inside is a poster of an old picture of Triple H holding a sledgehammer in one hand and the SNME championship around his waste. The camera then pans over to the other shirt, wrinkled on the bench. On the shirt is the official Degeneration X logo. [/img][/center] The Degeneration X theme song plays for several seconds, but stops. Fans wait anxiously not knowing what is going on. Suddenly “Time to play the game” echoes through the arena for the first time in months, as the lights go dim. A green glow shines over the arena, as Triple H’s video plays. Triple H enters through the curtains, his Jacket covering his shirt. As he walks over to the edge he stares down at the metal ramp. With a water bottle in hand Triple H moistens his hair by pouring a few drops of water onto his head. He then pours some in his mouth, Triple H stares into the rows and rows of fans to his left, he then turns and looks to his right. Triple H stares up at the ceiling and bursts a mist of water out of his mouth. Triple H looks back down at the ring, giving it a deep stare, he looks back at curtain and mutters “There’s know going back.” He takes in a deep gulp of air as if it was his last. His muscular 270 pound body sways from side to side as he struts down the ramp taking several sips of his water bottle every few steps. Triple H walks to the right of the ring and takes once last gulp of water before throwing it into the crowd. [/color] img172.imageshack.us/img172/5472/22ys9.jpg[/img] “The Game” heaves his heavy body up onto the apron using the middle ropes. Triple H gets up and looks left, then right. Triple H executes his signature taunt as he spits another mist of water into the air. The Game enters the ring through the middle and top rope, he quickly grabs a microphone that lies under a turnbuckle. Triple H takes a deep breath before speaking. img172.imageshack.us/img172/1421/31xf8.jpg[/img]Triple H: I can’t do it anymore… I CAN’T DO IT! After spending months and months with Shawn Michaels as Degeneration X, I’ve finally cracked! I was no longer what I used to be! I was never taken seriously, I was some joke, for the first time in my 15 year career, I felt like some little curtain jerker punk! In Degeneration X, all I was known as was Triple H, Michaels’ sidekick! In NHBWO, in the early months of SNME, I was the greatest! No one came close to me! And then I became soft. Michaels… I have the utter most respect for you and your ability! But this Degeneration thing is…OVER! Triple H slowly begins removing his jean jacket, until it is clearly seen. Triple H is wearing a black T-shirt, a white skull on it with two sledgehammers in the background crossed like an “x.” Triple H takes his jacket and slams it with full power onto the ring.Triple H: I’m tired of being taken like some kind of joke, and I’m tired of being your little sidekick, Michaels! The only way my true self can return… is this! I’ve been held back long enough… and this week, I show you, I show the fans, I show Jericho, Kennedy, and even my own partner what I rightfully deserve in this business! Tomorrow night, I prove to everyone that I’ve still got it. My old ways are returning and I’m bringing in a new era of Saturday Night’s Main Event… Hunter’s Era! The Game’s Era! The Cerebral Assassin’s Era! My era! Like I said, I’m bringing back that man once known as The Game; I’m bringing back that unstoppable wrestler once known as The Cerebral Assassin! I won’t let myself be toned down anymore; and I will never let anyone change the true man who is inside of me! Triple H rolls out of the ring. He turns around and digs under the apron. Triple H pulls out a sledgehammer and stares into it with a sinister smile. He rolls back into the ring and leans his sledgehammer against his shoulder holding it with one hand and in the other hand holds his microphone.Triple H: I’m bringing back that sledgehammer wielding, cold blooded bad-ass known as Triple H! Hunter… Hearst… Helmsley! Kennedy, Jericho, I’m not gonna’ be like that Triple H you once beat. I’m gonna’ be ruthless! They don’t call me Hunter in this industry for nothing, I’m not like any ordinary hunter, see an ordinary hunter carries around a gun, and shoots his victims from a safe distance!… But me, I take my trusty ol’ sledgehammer and lire my opponent to me, they attack like a wild animal, and when the time is right… I beat the life out of my prey! Triple H slams his sledgehammer hard on the floor, leaving a dent on the ring.Triple H: Kennedy, you walk around with your title shot like you conquered the world! You tell everybody how you did the impossible, how you beat the best! Well pal, I’ve got news for ya’, you didn’t beat Hunter, you didn’t beat the game, and you sure as hell didn’t beat the cerebral assassin! You beat the fragile shell of a man I once used to be! Tomorrow night, Kennedy, you face my true identity, you face the game, the cerebral assassin, and you face Hunter! You face the man who won both the NHBWO Heavyweight Championship AND the SNME Heavyweight Championship! You face the man that was supposed to be at 7 Deadly Sins! Kennedy, consider yourself lucky, cause’ at Seven Deadly Sins you could’ve have never even become the number one contender! You dodged a bullet, cause’ if Triple H had wrestled you, if the cerebral assassin, the game had wrestled you!... You would have never even heard the words Kennedy and title shot used in the same sentence! Kennedy, you call me a broken man… well look twice… because that once weak, feeble man has become something you’ve never seen before, he has become that prosperous man he once was! Jericho… my first rival here in SNME, I guess we meet again. Ya’ know…one thing I will never forget, the one thing that stays in the back of my head every match I step into, is the day I lost the title to you! That was the beginning of my downfall, and I will never overlook that day! When I step into that ring with you, I have no doubt you will look right past me, as if it is just you and Angle… as if I am not a threat! When I tie up with you in that ring… when I pull you down, about to pedigree you… your face just seconds from smashing into the ring! You will realize who your true threat is! Suddenly I appear right in front of your eyes, blocking the man who wears the SNME Heavyweight Championship around his waste! I stand in your way Jericho! You’ve got just one more test, one more obstacle if you want a shot at Angle… If you want a shot at the title… you gotta’ beat me to it! Triple H points at himself as he says “you gotta’ beat me to it!”
Triple H lays down his hammer and removes his shirt. Triple H looks deeply into his shirt, but no, it’s not just a shirt, it a symbol, a meaningful symbol, one that represents who Triple H is and what makes him who he is. Triple H holds up his shirt and points as it.Triple H: I didn’t just change my outfit! I didn’t just change what logo is on my t-shirt. I am returning to my old ways… and this is step one! Step two, I change my personality, it’s no more fun an games from here, I am no longer that childish punk, I no longer fool around… my goal is set, and I’m ready to take my gold back! I couldn’t carry all that weight on my shoulders… to much weight for any wrestler to carry… I couldn’t pull DX and all its weight up with me… so I had to make a crucial decision! Whether I continue to struggle on my climb back to victory, one step at a time, and bringing DX’s glory with me… or if I drop what I once had and take what’s mine sooner! Well… I’ve made my decision and with my shoulders light and easy, free and clear of that burden, I now continue my climb ten fold! Some may call me stupid… and some may call me selfish… whether you call me stupid or selfish, egotistic or self centered... All I know is that I’m smart and I’ve made the right decision! I may have never been the strongest wrestler, or the fastest… but one thing that always made me a notch above the rest was my brain! I always know what I’m doing in that ring, and I’m always one step ahead of anyone… I never made stupid decisions! And I never will! Triple H throws his shirt into the crowd. He lifts his trusty sledgehammer and leans it against his shoulder. img503.imageshack.us/img503/3383/14pn4.jpg [/img] Triple H: I learned something these past few days… these past few days of agony, these few days where I had no idea as to who was my ally and who was enemy! You may have friends backstage… but when you’re in the ring, there are no friends, it doesn’t matter what side they are on… in the ring, you rely on no one, in the ring everyone is an enemy! Tomorrow night Angle and I defeat two of my biggest rivals in this industry… Chris Jericho and Ken Kennedy, but when the match is over… and the ref raises are hands… I stare at Angle as if he was the enemy himself! img299.imageshack.us/img299/2830/11tx2.jpg [/img] In a single blow “The Game” slams his trusty sledgehammer right through the ring! Triple H looks down at his loyal weapon as the camera zooms in on the powerful blow to the ring. The Cerebral Assassin rips the Sledgehammer out of the whole and lifts it up as if it was his World Championship. Hunter rolls out of the ring, his sledgehammer in hand. Fans give a mixed reaction to “the new” Triple H as he makes his way to the top of the ramp. “The Game” reaches the top and walk to the side of the ramp, taunting with his weapon. img503.imageshack.us/img503/3772/12hp9.jpg [/img] Triple H rests his sledgehammer on his shoulder as walks to the curtain. “The Game” stops for a moment and turns to look at damaged ring. Triple H mutters something as he stares into the ring. “The Game is back.” The camera looks at the ring, and then back at where Triple H was just standing. Too late, “The Cerebral Assassin” had already disappeared behind the curtains.[/color][/center][/i]
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:14:57 GMT -5
15 minutes. [/center][/i] The SNME camera appears to a backstage locker room. There are benches and several lockers. Along the wall are memorable photos of SNME history. One particularly of “The Game” holding both the SNME Heavyweight Championship and the NHBWO Heavyweight Championship, just days after winning the Heavyweight Championship in NHBWO. The “The Game” shifts his body weight side to side, sliding along the tile floor, warming up for his match. “The Cerebral Assassin” is wearing his signature tights with his official “H” logo on them, and his wrestling boots, over them are his 2 knee pads. “The Game” is wearing his usual wrist tape, punching his palms every few seconds to tighten the tape. Triple H hops from one leg to the other; he punches the air, envisioning his enemy right before his eyes. Today is the day, today is his chance to show the world his transformation, who he has become, and who he will hunt down. Today is the day “The Cerebral Assassin” “The Hunter” begins his quest, his chase for glory. Triple H suddenly halts, the only two things in his line of vision is his “equalizer,” his weapon of choice, the sledgehammer, and that one poster of himself holding the gold he once called his own. Triple H runs his hands through his hair; he begins making his way to the poster, remembering his days of success, his days of glory, of triumph. “The Game” stares in his poster knowing today is his first of only a few chances to returns to what his career used to be like. In a matter of minutes his test will begin, today, Triple H plays the game, today, if he loses it’s game over, he only has one shot at this…
Triple H removes his poster from the wall, he holds it in his hands and stares into the past.
Triple H: One year ago… one year ago I had glory… one year ago… people worshipped the ground I walked one! People feared me! I was the top dog! Not Angle, not Jericho, not Orton! One year ago I held my championships like I’m holding this poster right now! One year ago… it was yanked out of my hands! In an instant my glory… my success… all gone! Today, I make my first encounter with my gold! Today Angle enters that ring his title around his waste… my championship, my success, my glory… right before my eyes… I can smell the success… I can taste that sweat taste of glory! My gold right before my eyes… yet miles away! I can’t just take back what was mine… I have to fight for it!
Triple H holds his hand out imagining the championship being placed into his hands.
Triple H: Even if I win tonight I can’t have the championship… as close as I may get to it… even if at the end of the night, the title is within my own reach… I can’t take it… even if pin Kurt Angle himself… at the end of the night the title will return to his shoulder, to his waste!
Triple H steps back and sits on a bench, he keeps the picture in hand.
Triple H: My desire… my want for the gold has finally kicked in! I’m hungry… I’m starving! My mouth is watering… and I miss that feeling; I miss the glory, the success… everything I once had! And I want it back! As of tonight… I have no conscience… as of tonight I have no remorse, and as of tonight… I stop at nothing to take back my glory!
10 minutes
Triple H: At the end of the night… while Orton is out cold in the ring, Angle, you’ll be squirming like a little helpless ant, crawling for the title that hangs off the edge of the ring… reaching… 2 feet away… 1 foot away… so close… but then I will walk right over your body… fish out the title with the end of my sledgehammer and reel it in like a fishing line… I will hold the belt up over my head… just like I did last week when everyone was out… Jericho, Punk, Orton, Kennedy… and even you! At the end of the night, when I have your title, you’ll be reaching… crying “Give it back” “give it back” “I beg you,” ha-ha-ha! I’ll kneel down, over your corpse and look eye to eye with you, and you’re thinking… I’m helpless, I can’t defend myself… how am I gonna’ get my title back? And I’ll just drop the title on your lifeless corpse! It’s yours…for now!
Triple H holds up the poster to his face imagining that the poster is the championship itself, he closes his eyes, and he’s in the middle of the ring, victorious, unstoppable. The Game speaks, staring at the poster, envisioning the championship.
Triple H Soon enough, you’ll be back home with me… soon enough…
Triple H lowers the poster… then after moments of staring at the ground he drops it… Triple H gets up and stares down at his only ally in the ring… the sledgehammer… “The Game” picks up his “equalizer” and stares into the weapon.
Triple H: And Orton… the odd one out in this match… you better be watchin’ this, kid, I don’t care one bit about you in this match… so you better stay outta’ my way! And if you get in my way… you’ll regret that you were ever in the match to begin with! Don’t play games with me Orton… because I am the game! Pal, you better not give me any problem… or else you’ll have a problem! I’m here for Angle… and I’m here for the title only… I don’t give a damn about you… Kennedy, Jericho… Punk and anyone else who wants the title!
7 minutes
Triple H: Angle, Orton… tonight, I’m coming down that ramp… and I’m not coming down alone…Triple H looks down at his sledgehammer and smirks.… so you better watch out… or you might have sledgehammer in your mouth! See… Angle, Orton, I don’t give a damn about the rules, any chance I get, I will use my weapon, any opportunity I get I will hunt both of your asses down! Triple H slaps his palm against the head of the sledgehammer. I do anything to win… and tonight, I don’t come down that to that ring as Triple H, the man who wants to win gold… no, I come down that ramp as the man who is gonna’ hunt down anyone in his way… I am the Hunter… I am the cerebral assassin! And tonight, Orton, Angle… you two are my victims!
Triple H sits down and places his sledgehammer aside him. He looks down at his weapon for a moment, and then looks back up at the wall. A picture of Chairman Shawn Michaels and former Chairman of NHBWO Vincent Kennedy McMahon hang on the wall.
Triple H: Last week… last week I shook the hand of the World Heavyweight Champion… and I don’t do that with many men in this business… Angle, you are one of the few men I respect… but at this point I have taken my pursuit for the title to a whole other level… it’s no longer business, from now on… if anyone has what I want, if anyone stands in my way… it’s personal! So Angle… you’re right… I was pushed down the hill… all the way to the bottom… but look down; now I’m right under you… I’m coming after you, full speed! So everyone in my way… step aside, cause I’m running straight for the title! No more waiting, no more taking it one step at a time, I’m pushing everyone aside, and taking the leap for the title!
Triple H holds out his hand as if he is reaching for the title. It seems so close, right in front of his face, but in reality it’s much farther than it seems.
Triple H: Angle… there’s only room for one man at the top… I’m gonna climb up there with you at Highway to Hell… and Pedigree your ass off the top of the “hill.” Even if it means I have to take you with me! Even if I have to climb back up, I’ll do anything to knock your ass off that hill!
Triple H: You really think I’m trying to soften you up for Highway to Hell? Angle… look at yourself! You’ve been banged up enough… don’t you remember last week? You were knocked out with the other 4 men in the elimination chamber… Look back at the footage Angle… I was standing over the war zone, the last survivor holding the prize! I was so close… I even felt the victory all the way to Highway to Hell! See Angle, I’m set, I’ve got everything planned out, remember… the game is always one step ahead of you… you can never outsmart the game! And don’t forget about the kid, Orton, he took chairs to the face, and tacks to his back! I seem to be the only man coming in this match in top shape! Do you really think you can sit back and watch… Angle, do you really think that Orton can buy you time to run away! Listen Jack, the game always catches up to you… you can’t run… and you can’t hide! Do you realize what you’re up against tonight… because you seem to forget… I’m the Cerebral Assassin! If you think you can stop me by throwing Orton at me… you’ve got another thing comin’ pal… because I’m gunnin’ right for your ass! Look at your body Angle… there’s a red dot right on your forehead, I’ve got you in my sights… and I’m ready to pull the trigger!
2 minutes A female’s voice comes up on a loudspeaker throughout the backstage. “Wrestlers who are in the following SNME main event, please note that you are up in 2 minutes.”
Triple H: It’s true, Orton I taught you, but remember one thing… the day I took you under my wing… I knew one thing… and that was that are relationship in NHBWO or SNME won’t last forever… I thought ahead Orton… I taught you a lot, kid, but I didn’t teach you everything, I taught you the basics, what it takes to be first-class wrestler… I’ll admit… you’re good, but you’re not great! You may be the future… but you’re sure as hell not the present! Orton… you may be younger than me… you may be faster than me… but in the end it all comes down to who the best wrestler is! Ya’ see, kid, in the game of wrestling, speed, strength they only play a small role… just look down into the history… Jericho… a little guy… a great wrestler… The Heart Break Kid Shawn Michaels… small man… fantastic wrestler… Ryan Beyer… some 145 pound kid, who was the NHBWO champion! Orton… you may have the youth… but all the experience is behind me!
1 minute
Triple H: In one minute I walk down that ramp, my equalizer in hand… I enter that ring and await my two opponents! First Randy Orton makes his way to the ring… then the champion himself… Kurt Angle will be right across from me… I will be less than 15 feet from my gold… my Heavyweight Championship… my GLORY! And when that bell rings… Angle… Orton… welcome to the game! return
The loud speaker announces Triple H to the curtain. “The Game” walks over to the door and opens it halfway, “The Cerebral Assassin” turns back around and picks up his sledgehammer off the bench. For a moment “The Game” smirks as he looks down at the sledgehammer. Hunter turns back around and swings the door open. The camera zooms in on Triple H who holds his weapon against his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring. The door closes, and the screen fades to black.
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Post by "HBK" Shawn Michaels on Jun 13, 2011 20:19:50 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]"Nightmare"[/glow] The game is the ultimate test in the world of wrestling. Once you take victory over the game, when you beat the last level that means you have reached the top and you’re ready to take on the final challenge. The game is forever and is always challenging the up-and-comers of Saturday Night’s Main Event, few challenge it. Many men have fallen, many have even given up before the last level, while few have conquered and rose to the top. The game is not unbeatable but it’s the hardest test to overcome in SNME. You have stepped into the game, the doors have locked behind… and there’s no escape! The only way out is to beat the game!
You appear in front of a huge 3 story mansion, its exterior looks beautiful, but in fact the inside is an abandoned barren wasteland. The buildings windows are smashed and are caged as if it’s a prison, the once large, beautiful door is practically off its hinges, but there’s something about, something that attracts your eyes to it. As you look left and right you find yourself crossing the desolate street, heading straight for the mansion. Your feet, you don’t control them; each step you take is as if your two feet are pulling you to the house. As you cross the street you can see other deserted mansions in your line of site, but for some reason you are pulled to this particular building as if its pull of gravity is dragging you closer and closer to it. As you reach the front of the building the, you take a gander at your surroundings, the grass dead and burned, the driveway is completely destroyed, yet your own two feet pull you to this house. Your eye sticks to the door of the mansion as if you want to be pulled to it. Your feet drag across the broken. All these thoughts, they’re racing through your head one after another until you finally realize you are right in front of the mansion, staring straight at the half open door. 3 steps that’s all it takes and you’re in the mansion. Without looking back you skip over the stairs with one giant step. Right in front of your face is this mansion, but what does it mean? Is it a symbol? The door creeks open as you step foot into this mansion, old cracked marble floors spread throughout the entrance of the building. As you turn around you circle the corridor viewing what once used to be a fine mansion but has now been turned into no more than a junk yard. A half broken chandelier hangs loosely from the high ceiling. The walls and floors have deep cracks in them; spider webs fill every corner of the house. Disgusting. A loud echo spreads throughout the house hold, you head twist to the ceiling. Mystery: Hello… I’d like to play a game. The rules are simple… find me, climb the stairs and win the game! Your heart begins to pound; you look back at the door, then turn back around, cautiously taking several steps into the filthy house. And then suddenly, the door slams behind you. You jump back, your heart beating as fast as a race car! But it’s just the door? There is no one there but the faint presence of the wind that slammed the door shut… but was it really the wind? Mystery: Ha-ha… level one! “Don’t worry… it’s all in my head it was just the wind…” you take a deep gulp as you continue taking several quiet steps into the corridor.… “I hope.” As you reach farther into the mansion you can take two paths, there’s one way to the left, and one way to the right.Mystery: Which way is it going to be? Ha-ha-ha! Don’t you see there is more than one way to reach the top, _____. There is more than one way to get to the last level… but tell me… can you, can you beat the game? Better yet… show me! You hear this mystery man clearly throughout that whole sentence, except for when he said your name. “What’s up with this bizarre crap… let me out!” You say to yourself. You walk to the right side, then turn back and walk to the left, then once more turn back around; you’ve made your mind up, you continue to the right side, without even looking back.Mystery: Good choice… but does it lead you to the top? You’ll have to find out! Find me, _____. Beat the game, _____. Christ, he said your name again, yet you can’t hear it! This is really getting on your nerves… when you get to the top you’re gonna’ find him and kick his ass… right? Right? “Man, what the hell led me to this damned house anyway? Shit…” you continue talking in your mind… maybe he can hear you if you talk out loud? You continue pondering these thoughts continuing into this labyrinth that you called a mansion. As you continue down the hallway the building just gets worse and worse, rodents scramble from one side of the hallway to the other, there are in the ceiling, water drips from above. “Where the hell or those damned stairs at? You continue walking as you see a room to the right, it’s a room with a half broken pool table in the middle and two boards on two separate tables at the side, two torn apart couches rest along each side of the pool table, one of them in between each of the checker boards. Around each board are two chairs for two people to play checkers or chess, although you could hardly call them chairs considering some of them stand on 3 legs. You cautiously poke your head into the room before fully stepping into it, “Hmm there seems to be no one here…” you say to yourself as you step into the room.Mystery: _____ _____, there is no escape from this hell. There are no windows, and there are no secret exits. I am your worst nightmare, _____! The day you stepped into the game was the beginning of the end! The game is a cancer, _____, it is a tumor that will ultimately be your demise! There are many ways, _____, but only one of them will lead you to victory, only one of them will kill the cancer! This has quickly gone from awkward to scary; you don’t know what to do. “Come on out you coward!” you scream aloud, stop this crazy nightmare! Mystery: Coward… ha-ha-ha! Look at yourself! The sight of blood makes you weary! Don’t you see, you’re a mere child! This game is too much for you! When you stepped foot into the game… into the game’s presence and called him out you wrote your own death sentence! And now you’re trapped, there is no way out this time, _____, you found ways to save yourself before, but this time around I’ve finally caught you! Ha-ha-ha You run at the wall banging your arms wildly against the wall screaming “Let me out, let me out!” Mystery: Hit the cage all you want all you want, foolish animal, but this is one cage you will not get break open, this is one nightmare that you will not awake from… _____ _____ you are stuck in this trap and there are no short cuts to the top this time around! Look around you, _____ games all around! You walk around with your arrogant self… “Triple H, it’s game over” You think it’s game over already? Kid, the board wasn’t even been set up yet! But now it is, make your first move, kid… just remember it’s a game of checkers, not chess! Choose your move carefully because it may be your last! Play the game right this time and you might make it out! See, _____, the game has a way of hitting you right in the face and making you humble! _____, you better find your place… or I’ll personally put you in your place! The game has gotten into your head, and it will not come out! I have psychologically trapped you, _____! I am in your nightmares, you’re dreams, I am right behind you… _____ I am everywhere! Watch your back because the game lurks in the shadows, and then strikes without you even being able to detect its presence… _____...the game IS immortal! You begin to get irritated, you kick one of the boards “Screw you, screw you!” you scream. You grab a pool stick and smash it across the other board! “I’m gonna’ find you, you son of a bitch! I swear if it’s the last thing I do!” You begin smashing the room up, tipping over the pool table and kicking the couches. You wipe the sweat of your hands. “Where are you coward… show yourself!” You stomp out of the room, the pool stick in hands ready to swing! You open one door, a closet, another, a bedroom, finally you kick a door and inside is a set of stairs, you run up the stairs. “Come on out you bastard!” Once you reach the top you see a room right in front of you, the door halfway open.Mystery: Congratulations, you have reached the second level of the house! You, _____ are one floor closer to finding me! This is where all the regret sets in, the overwhelming pain! Level 1 is nothing, but _____, welcome to level 2! By now you have gotten used to not hearing your name. You open the door with one hand and keep the pool stick in the other as you cautiously enter the room, finally swing the door open and quickly grasp the pool stick with the other hand, you hold the pool stick like a sword, ready to pierce the blade into someone’s heart… but there’s no one here! As a matter of fact it seems to be a child’s room, a chiffonier to the right side and a burnt bed at the end of the room. You spin around, and it finally comes to you, the house was set on fire long ago. You walk over to the chiffonier and see that there is a toy wrestling ring, slightly burnt. Inside the ring are two figures, one burnt and the other in pretty good shape, you lean the pool stick up against the chiffonier as you grasp both toys in your hand. As you continue to observe the toys more you quickly come to notice that the burnt toy is Randy Orton and the one in good shape happens to be Triple H. You drop the figures back into the ring and take several steps back, suddenly you’re over come with a piercing head ache… you grab the pool stick and lean your body weight against it as you breathe heavily… suddenly that voice is heard again, you take several steps backwards until you hit the chiffonier. Your legs slide down as you sit leaning against the chiffonier. Mystery: You don’t know what you got yourself into, I see! What was going through your mind when you entered the game, tell me _____... wrestlers are lucky that the game doesn’t choose them… it seems as if you want to be in the game as if you want to commit suicide! Or do you want to destroy the legend that is the game, _____? See, _____ very few have done that, and I doubt a mere child can! _____ _____, the game it robs you of the blood, sweat, and tears you shed in that very ring night after night, week after week, leaving the shell of an unconscious man who once called himself a wrestler in the middle of that ring! _____ _____, I am like death itself, you can prepare all you want but when you step into my yard there is no way to avoid it and there is no way to defeat it! Look down, _____, you have just dug your own grave… now sleep in it! I see the regret on your face, _____! I see you want it to be over, you want the game to finish, to stop, but might I remind you that the game never finishes and it never ends… the game I forever! The game has locked you up, and trapped you, and the only way out is with the key… _____ the only way to attain that key… it to defeat me! Finding me won’t be hard, _____, I’m the last level, but what will you do when you find me! Keep in mind, _____, the last level is always the hardest! You step out of the room tightly grasping your pool stick, as you take wild steps across the hallway, you feel drunk, weak, this damn head ache is like a poison! You fall back against the wall your grasp your head, but you know you must move on. You slowly make your way down the hallway… “The stairs have gotta’ be here somewhere…!” As you continue your search for the stairs the echo gets louder and louder you hear the man much clearer.Mystery: You were once so proud, you were once the future! But now you are nothing but a waste, I should save you the embarrassment and take you out now! Come on _____ find me and get your fate over with! You continue down the hallway, all the way at the end is a cheap light hanging from the ceiling, it blinds your eyes, but you head toward it, maybe it’s a way out? By the time you are a few feet a away from it you can absolutely nothing, you poke your pool stick to the end, it hits nothing, you take another step, still nothing, finally one more step and you’re right under the light, right in front of you is one last door, you twist the knob and push the door open, right in front of your eyes are the last set of stairs leading to a small attic like room, this is it! You jolt up the steps using every bit of energy you have, your pool stick in hand, once you reach the top, you stop. There it is a man in a chair facing the other way and one the desk… there’s a hat… wait that looks like your father’s hat… what the…?Mystery: Hello, Randy Orton, welcome to level three! Suddenly you start spinning and then you simply stop, but wait there is a man in front of you? Wait a second that IS you! Randall Keith Orton standing right before your eyes, but you are Randy Orton! You watch as you stair at the chair, the man spins around, it’s Triple H!Triple H: Tell me, Randy Orton how is your father doing? Triple H lounges in his chair as he looks at the hat, rotating it in his hands. Triple H reaches into his black pants pocket, he pulls out a lighter! “The Game” smirks as he lights a flame and holds it up to the hat, it begins to burn slowly as you watch yourself stare in awe. Triple H tosses the hat aside he places his hands on the desk.Triple H: This game is not over yet, Randy Orton! As a matter of fact it has just begun! It was personal from the start, you step in my yard and call me out? Do you know who I am, Randy?! I’m sure you do now! Your father paid the price… and it will be no different for you! Orton, I have made your like a living Hell, a NIGHTMARE! You are mentally weak; I took advantage of you quick… I’m in your head as we speak! I am in your nightmares, in you thought, Randy I have become your life, a living virus within you! And that, young Randall is how you play the game! But it will soon be over, your fate, your destiny has been set! Triple H pulls something from behind the desk! Oh god, it’s a sledgehammer, he’s walking over to you slowly, your legs are frozen, you can’t move an inch! Suddenly you move back into first person! You fall back, the pool stick rolls to the side, you hold your hand up, “no!” Triple H raises his arms the sledgehammer towers high above you!Triple H: Randy Orton… Suddenly you’re in the middle of the ring, laying on your back, towering over you is Triple H a sledgehammer in handTriple H: It’s game over! The sledgehammer comes crashing down. Suddenly turns black. You sit up sweat allover your face! You pull the sheets off your sweaty body breathing heavily…Randy Orton: (Breathing Heavily) It… it was just a dream… A deep voice goes off in your head.Mystery (Triple H): No, Randy… it’s a nightmare! Ha-ha-ha The End[/center][/color][/i]
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