Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:00:40 GMT -5
Triple H vs Masters for the 14th
« Thread Started on Jan 12, 2006, 8:44pm »
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*Triple H stomps backstage past several WWE employees. Triple H is wearing his wresting tights, his usual wrist-tape, and the Intercontinental title tightly fastened around the Cerebral Assasin's waste. Triple H is just about to take a sharp right but is stopped by Todd Grisham.*
Jimm Ross: Wow Triple H doesn't seem happy.
Todd: Hey Triple H how do you feel about going into tommorow night defending your Intercontinental title for the first time.
Triple H: How do I feel? How do you think I am going to feel? I am going to go in there champ, teach the kid a lesson and walk straight back out the same way I walked in *Triple H pints his finger and moves it in the air form left to right.*
King: Triple H seems pretty confident walking into his first match! And why wouldn't he, he is the greatest wrestler alive!
Jimm Ross: Oh King, stop it, Triple H is a great wrestler, mabye even i nthe top 10 in history, but can you really call him the greatest.
King: Yes...
(Meanwhile)
*Chris Masters stands in the ring wearing blue jeans and a white tight muscle shirt, pacing around back and forth with a microphone.*
Chris Masters: Tommorow night Triple H will find out how it feels when you enter the ring with Chris Masters.
*Chris Masters drops his microphone and clasps his hands together in the Masterlock position.*
King: Chris Masters seems pretty confident too, JR.
Jimm Ross: And both are fine wrestlers they are, but only one will win.
King: Ahh, I don't know who to pick, they are both one of my favorites... Hey I know! Mabye looking at some puppies will help!
*Up on the Tron Triple H appears several feet away from Todd Grisham.*
Triple H: Is that right? Haha. You are going to put me in "The Masterlock" *Triple H does air quotes as he smirks*
Jimm Ross: As you can tell, ladies and gentleman, Triple H does not take Chris Masters seriously, but should he?
Chris Masters: (Without a mic) Oh yea I will put you in the Master lock, and there will be no way out! *Chris Masters locks his hands again with all his might* You can't get out of that, Hunter!
Triple H: Hey, tell you what, how about I come down to that ring and you try putting the Master lock on me. *Triple H points to himself with his thumb*
Chris Masters: *Hesitates* Uhhh, ok... FINE! Come down here and you will learn your lesson.
*Triple H smirks and walks away from sight of the cammera. Another cammera meets with Triple H as he continues to stomp his way to the curtainpushing security gaurds and other random employees out of the way. Triple H finally reaches the curtain, without any hesitation he rips the curtain to the side and stands on the top of the ramp, looking at Masters who is in a fighting position waving for Triple H to come. Triple H points his pointer finger.*
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Triple H:(Without a microphone) One second... *Music stops*
*Masters stands in the center of the ring cluelessly as half of Triple H's body is poking through the other side of the curtain. Triple H quickly pulls out a sledge hammer as Chris Masters takes two steps back. Triple H looks at him with full seriousness as his theme song blasts the PA system.*
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
It's all about the game, and how you play it
All about control, and if you can take it
All about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about pain, and who's gonna make it...
*Triple H begins walking down the ramp, holding his "trusty side-kick" his sledge hammer on his shoulder.*
*Triple H stops in the middle of the ramp-way, looks around at the fans and begins to pace a little faster down the ramp. The closer triple H comes to Chris Masters, the farther Chris Masters back up in the ring.*
*Triple H stands on the mats in front of the ring, as Chris Masters stands like a foot ball player ready to tackle someone. Triple H continues to the mats a little closer and with full force hits the sledge hammer on the steel steps, then places his Intercontinental belt on them. Triple H continues right in front of the ring staring through the bottom rope at Chris Masters. Triple H smirks, as Chris Master nerviosuly rotates as Triple H moves tro the right of the ring. In a blink of and eye Triple H slides into the ring and connects Masters with a sledge hammer hit to the gut. Triple H then clotheslines
asters out of the ring and onto the mats as Masters scatters on the mats in pain.*
Jimm Ross: BAH GAWD! Did you see that!
King: Haha! Yea! I knew Triple H can do it... I looked at some puppies and I decided!
*Chris Masters slowly gets to his knees and then in a heart beat gets to his feet, holding his abdomen in pain Masters slowly limps backwards up the ramp as Triple H picks up a microphone and begins to speak to the beaten and bruised "Masterpiece."*
« Thread Started on Jan 12, 2006, 8:44pm »
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*Triple H stomps backstage past several WWE employees. Triple H is wearing his wresting tights, his usual wrist-tape, and the Intercontinental title tightly fastened around the Cerebral Assasin's waste. Triple H is just about to take a sharp right but is stopped by Todd Grisham.*
Jimm Ross: Wow Triple H doesn't seem happy.
Todd: Hey Triple H how do you feel about going into tommorow night defending your Intercontinental title for the first time.
Triple H: How do I feel? How do you think I am going to feel? I am going to go in there champ, teach the kid a lesson and walk straight back out the same way I walked in *Triple H pints his finger and moves it in the air form left to right.*
King: Triple H seems pretty confident walking into his first match! And why wouldn't he, he is the greatest wrestler alive!
Jimm Ross: Oh King, stop it, Triple H is a great wrestler, mabye even i nthe top 10 in history, but can you really call him the greatest.
King: Yes...
(Meanwhile)
*Chris Masters stands in the ring wearing blue jeans and a white tight muscle shirt, pacing around back and forth with a microphone.*
Chris Masters: Tommorow night Triple H will find out how it feels when you enter the ring with Chris Masters.
*Chris Masters drops his microphone and clasps his hands together in the Masterlock position.*
King: Chris Masters seems pretty confident too, JR.
Jimm Ross: And both are fine wrestlers they are, but only one will win.
King: Ahh, I don't know who to pick, they are both one of my favorites... Hey I know! Mabye looking at some puppies will help!
*Up on the Tron Triple H appears several feet away from Todd Grisham.*
Triple H: Is that right? Haha. You are going to put me in "The Masterlock" *Triple H does air quotes as he smirks*
Jimm Ross: As you can tell, ladies and gentleman, Triple H does not take Chris Masters seriously, but should he?
Chris Masters: (Without a mic) Oh yea I will put you in the Master lock, and there will be no way out! *Chris Masters locks his hands again with all his might* You can't get out of that, Hunter!
Triple H: Hey, tell you what, how about I come down to that ring and you try putting the Master lock on me. *Triple H points to himself with his thumb*
Chris Masters: *Hesitates* Uhhh, ok... FINE! Come down here and you will learn your lesson.
*Triple H smirks and walks away from sight of the cammera. Another cammera meets with Triple H as he continues to stomp his way to the curtainpushing security gaurds and other random employees out of the way. Triple H finally reaches the curtain, without any hesitation he rips the curtain to the side and stands on the top of the ramp, looking at Masters who is in a fighting position waving for Triple H to come. Triple H points his pointer finger.*
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Triple H:(Without a microphone) One second... *Music stops*
*Masters stands in the center of the ring cluelessly as half of Triple H's body is poking through the other side of the curtain. Triple H quickly pulls out a sledge hammer as Chris Masters takes two steps back. Triple H looks at him with full seriousness as his theme song blasts the PA system.*
It's time to play the game
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
It's all about the game, and how you play it
All about control, and if you can take it
All about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about pain, and who's gonna make it...
*Triple H begins walking down the ramp, holding his "trusty side-kick" his sledge hammer on his shoulder.*
*Triple H stops in the middle of the ramp-way, looks around at the fans and begins to pace a little faster down the ramp. The closer triple H comes to Chris Masters, the farther Chris Masters back up in the ring.*
*Triple H stands on the mats in front of the ring, as Chris Masters stands like a foot ball player ready to tackle someone. Triple H continues to the mats a little closer and with full force hits the sledge hammer on the steel steps, then places his Intercontinental belt on them. Triple H continues right in front of the ring staring through the bottom rope at Chris Masters. Triple H smirks, as Chris Master nerviosuly rotates as Triple H moves tro the right of the ring. In a blink of and eye Triple H slides into the ring and connects Masters with a sledge hammer hit to the gut. Triple H then clotheslines
asters out of the ring and onto the mats as Masters scatters on the mats in pain.*
Jimm Ross: BAH GAWD! Did you see that!
King: Haha! Yea! I knew Triple H can do it... I looked at some puppies and I decided!
*Chris Masters slowly gets to his knees and then in a heart beat gets to his feet, holding his abdomen in pain Masters slowly limps backwards up the ramp as Triple H picks up a microphone and begins to speak to the beaten and bruised "Masterpiece."*