Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:11:37 GMT -5
Chris Masters vs HHH(Ignore the other) for 21st
« Thread Started on Jan 12, 2006, 8:48pm »
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*Triple H stomps backstage past several NHBWO employees. Triple H is wearing his wresting tights,a t shirt, his usual wrist-tape, and the Intercontinental title tightly fastened around the Cerebral Assassin's waste. Triple H is just about to take a sharp right but is stopped by Todd Grisham.*
Jim Ross: Wow, Triple H doesn't seem happy.
Todd: Hey, Triple H, how do you feel about going into tomorrow 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 the Intercontinental champion, teach the kid a lesson, show him why I am that damn good, and walk straight back out the same way I walked in *Triple H points his finger and moves it in the air from 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!
Jim Ross: Oh King, stop it, Triple H is a great wrestler, maybe even in the 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: Tomorrow night Triple H will find out how it feels when you enter the ring with Chris Masters. He will find out why it is the Chris Masters area!
*Chris Masters drops his microphone and clasps his hands together in the Master lock position.*
Chris Masters: (Without a microphone) I will break his damn neck with the amount of force I'm gonna' put on him!
King: Chris Masters seems pretty confident too, JR.
Jim Ross: And both are fine wrestlers they are, but only one will win, only one will walk out victorious.
King: Ahh, I don't know who to pick, they are both one of my favorites... Hey I know! Maybe looking at some puppies will help!
*Up on the Tron Triple H appears several feet away from Todd Grisham, smirking, yapping away at his gum*
Triple H: Is that right? Haha. You are going to put me in "The Master lock" *Triple H does air quotes as he smirks awaiting for Chris Masters to respond*
Jim Ross: As you can tell, ladies and gentleman, Triple H does not take Chris Masters seriously, but should he? It may be a mistake he will make.
Chris Masters: (Without a microphone) 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, you will just slowly pass out!
Triple H:*Triple H smirks and almost begins to laugh* Hah, is that right *Triple H crosses his arms and slightly moves his left hip to the left* I'll tell you what, how about I come down to that ring! *Triple H points his finger at the camera, with confidence* and you try putting the Master lock on the cerebral assassin. *Triple H points to himself with his thumb*
Chris Masters: *Chris Masters hesitates and thinks for a moment* Uhhh, ok... FINE! Come down here and you will learn your lesson. COME ON!
*Triple H smirks and walks away from sight of the camera. Another camera meets with Triple H as he continues to stomp his way to the curtain pushing security guards and other random employees out of the way. As Triple H walks he takes off his shirt and throws it onto a NHBWO employee. 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 and then signaling he will put the Master lock on him. Triple H points his pointer finger upward to the ceiling, while looking at Masters.*
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 backs up in the ring. Triple H stands on the mats in front of the ring, as Chris Masters stands like a football 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 nervously rotates. Triple H moves to the right of the ring. In a blink of an eye Triple H slides into the ring and tries to attack Chris Masters, Chris Masters backs away from the sledge hammer and rolls out of the ring onto the mats*
Jim Ross: Chris Masters is lucky he didn't get hit by that sledge hammer because if he did he wouldn't be physically capable to enter tomorrow's match.
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, Masters slowly walks back-wards up the ramp, facing the ring as Triple H picks up a microphone and begins to speak to the beaten and bruised "Masterpiece."*
« Thread Started on Jan 12, 2006, 8:48pm »
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*Triple H stomps backstage past several NHBWO employees. Triple H is wearing his wresting tights,a t shirt, his usual wrist-tape, and the Intercontinental title tightly fastened around the Cerebral Assassin's waste. Triple H is just about to take a sharp right but is stopped by Todd Grisham.*
Jim Ross: Wow, Triple H doesn't seem happy.
Todd: Hey, Triple H, how do you feel about going into tomorrow 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 the Intercontinental champion, teach the kid a lesson, show him why I am that damn good, and walk straight back out the same way I walked in *Triple H points his finger and moves it in the air from 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!
Jim Ross: Oh King, stop it, Triple H is a great wrestler, maybe even in the 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: Tomorrow night Triple H will find out how it feels when you enter the ring with Chris Masters. He will find out why it is the Chris Masters area!
*Chris Masters drops his microphone and clasps his hands together in the Master lock position.*
Chris Masters: (Without a microphone) I will break his damn neck with the amount of force I'm gonna' put on him!
King: Chris Masters seems pretty confident too, JR.
Jim Ross: And both are fine wrestlers they are, but only one will win, only one will walk out victorious.
King: Ahh, I don't know who to pick, they are both one of my favorites... Hey I know! Maybe looking at some puppies will help!
*Up on the Tron Triple H appears several feet away from Todd Grisham, smirking, yapping away at his gum*
Triple H: Is that right? Haha. You are going to put me in "The Master lock" *Triple H does air quotes as he smirks awaiting for Chris Masters to respond*
Jim Ross: As you can tell, ladies and gentleman, Triple H does not take Chris Masters seriously, but should he? It may be a mistake he will make.
Chris Masters: (Without a microphone) 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, you will just slowly pass out!
Triple H:*Triple H smirks and almost begins to laugh* Hah, is that right *Triple H crosses his arms and slightly moves his left hip to the left* I'll tell you what, how about I come down to that ring! *Triple H points his finger at the camera, with confidence* and you try putting the Master lock on the cerebral assassin. *Triple H points to himself with his thumb*
Chris Masters: *Chris Masters hesitates and thinks for a moment* Uhhh, ok... FINE! Come down here and you will learn your lesson. COME ON!
*Triple H smirks and walks away from sight of the camera. Another camera meets with Triple H as he continues to stomp his way to the curtain pushing security guards and other random employees out of the way. As Triple H walks he takes off his shirt and throws it onto a NHBWO employee. 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 and then signaling he will put the Master lock on him. Triple H points his pointer finger upward to the ceiling, while looking at Masters.*
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 backs up in the ring. Triple H stands on the mats in front of the ring, as Chris Masters stands like a football 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 nervously rotates. Triple H moves to the right of the ring. In a blink of an eye Triple H slides into the ring and tries to attack Chris Masters, Chris Masters backs away from the sledge hammer and rolls out of the ring onto the mats*
Jim Ross: Chris Masters is lucky he didn't get hit by that sledge hammer because if he did he wouldn't be physically capable to enter tomorrow's match.
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, Masters slowly walks back-wards up the ramp, facing the ring as Triple H picks up a microphone and begins to speak to the beaten and bruised "Masterpiece."*