Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:26:59 GMT -5
It's not about the good, the bad and the ugly 1/28
« Thread Started on Jan 27, 2006, 4:43pm »
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*Time to play the game is echoed throughout the arena, blasting the PA system, fans rise and salute Triple H, by booing at the top of their lungs.*
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...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I am have heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain, and I know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder, ready to run
Like a good little bitch, from a smoking gun
I am the game, and I make the rules
So move on out, and you can die like a fool
Try and figure out what the move’s gonna be
Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me?
Don't you forget there's a price you can pay
'Cuz I am the game and I want to play
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's all about the game, and how you play it
It's all about control, and if you can take it
It's all about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about the pain, and who's gonna make it...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, there's no way you can change me
I am your debts, and know you can't pay me
I am your pain, and I know you can't take me
Play the game, you're gonna be the same
You're gonna change your name, you're gonna die in flames
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
*Triple H slowly strolls out of the curtain and stands right before the ramp, wearing a "Game over!?" t shirt, black sweat pants and his intercontinental championship securely fastened around his waste. He pours a little bit of water into his mouth, then quickly pours some in his hair. As a certain part of Triple H's theme song plays he cocks back his arms and takes a step, spitting his water out in front of himself. Triple H slowly begins to continue down the ramp, the majority of signs and fans being for Shawn Michaels. Triple H slowly steps over to the right side of the barrier and looks at the fans, booing at him, he looks at disgust and continues to the right, a fan holds up a Triple H sign, Triple H nods his head, points his finger at the fan, and continues down to the ramp. Triple H stops at the mats, looking left at the fans, then right. Triple H then starts up again walking to the middle of the mats on the right side, Triple H slurps water, then pours some in his hair, Triple H randomly throws it into the sea of the crowd. Triple H grabs the top rope, pulling his right knee on the canvass, then lunging himself up to a standing position facing his chest to the ropes. Triple H turn around, still holding one hand on the rope, as one part of Triple H's music plays he turns his head left, then as that same verse plays again he turns right, another part plays, Triple H removes his hand from the rope and spots straight in the air...
...as the water slowly comes down, Triple H slowly brings his arms down, right before bringing them fully down Triple H jolts them down and spits the remaining in front of him, he looks at the fans, then pulls on leg after the other through the middle and top rope. Triple H poked his head through the middle and top rope and is handed a microphone. Triple H slowly strolls, circling the ring.*
Triple H: Ya' know... *Fans boo, Triple H can't speak. After, Triple H tries again* You see... *The boos get louder and louder as Triple H gets so frustrated, and begins to turn red* SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU DAMN FANS ARE USELESS! *The fans quiet down but continue to quietly boo* I just saw Shawn Michaels prancing around here, talking about how he is the good, Vince is the bad and I am the ugly. *Fans begin to laugh, Triple H yells over them* I got news for ya' pal, but this business isn't about the good, the bad... and... The ugly *Triple H looks in disgust as his strolling slowly turn into strutting* It's about the past... the present... and the future. Now Michaels, I bet ya' think these three titles are given to three different men. Well hey, you're wrong again. Michaels... There is only one man that can call himself those three... I am that man, Michaels... I AM the past... I am the present and I am the future! I was the greatest I am the greatest in this business and I sure as hell will always be the greatest in this business.
*Triple H walks to the top rope closest to the titan tron and puts his hand on the top rope with his free hand*
Triple H: Michaels, don't worry about Beyer, or The Rock, don't worry about Vince of Jericho, they are just sidelined, it come down to me *Triple H points himself with his thumb* and you * Triple H points at the curtain, signaling he is pointing to the locker room* Don't look back for a tag and don't look back at your team, once I enter the ring, I am not leaving and I sure as hell am not gonna' let you go and tag for your little friend, Beyer when I am kicking your ass until I turn your body over, after the pedigree, and cover your shoulders in the middle of this ring. *Triple H points down to the ring.* I coming straight for you *Triple H points at the curtain again*...
...so take the hint Michaels, because if you know what's good for you and your little friends you will do what I say. Triple H drops the microphone and steps out of the ring through the middle and top rope, he walks down the steps and poked his head through the apron, Triple H finds a sledge hammer and continues back into the ring, the same way he came in. Triple H picks up the microphone and begins to talk again. And if you don't Michaels, me and my buddy here will visit your little friends... and I promise you someone WILL get hurt!
*Triple H drops the microphone and stares into the head of the sledge hammer, looking up and down at it in his gleaming eyes. Triple H pulls his eyes away from it, slides the sledge hammer under the ropes to where it falls on the mats and then Triple H steps through the middle and top ropes, jumps down off of the mat and picks up the sledge hammer again. Triple H slowly walks up the ramp as boos echo through the arena. Triple H stops and taunts a fan with his sledge hammer. Right before Triple H leaves he turns around doing his signature taunt, with his sledgehammer in hand. Triple H turns around and walks to the back. The screen fades away and commercials play.*
« Thread Started on Jan 27, 2006, 4:43pm »
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*Time to play the game is echoed throughout the arena, blasting the PA system, fans rise and salute Triple H, by booing at the top of their lungs.*
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...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, no way you can change me
I am have heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain, and I know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder, ready to run
Like a good little bitch, from a smoking gun
I am the game, and I make the rules
So move on out, and you can die like a fool
Try and figure out what the move’s gonna be
Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me?
Don't you forget there's a price you can pay
'Cuz I am the game and I want to play
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's all about the game, and how you play it
It's all about control, and if you can take it
It's all about your debt, and if you can pay it
It's all about the pain, and who's gonna make it...
I am the game, you don't wanna play me
I am control, there's no way you can change me
I am your debts, and know you can't pay me
I am your pain, and I know you can't take me
Play the game, you're gonna be the same
You're gonna change your name, you're gonna die in flames
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
It's time to play the game...
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Time to play the game!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
*Triple H slowly strolls out of the curtain and stands right before the ramp, wearing a "Game over!?" t shirt, black sweat pants and his intercontinental championship securely fastened around his waste. He pours a little bit of water into his mouth, then quickly pours some in his hair. As a certain part of Triple H's theme song plays he cocks back his arms and takes a step, spitting his water out in front of himself. Triple H slowly begins to continue down the ramp, the majority of signs and fans being for Shawn Michaels. Triple H slowly steps over to the right side of the barrier and looks at the fans, booing at him, he looks at disgust and continues to the right, a fan holds up a Triple H sign, Triple H nods his head, points his finger at the fan, and continues down to the ramp. Triple H stops at the mats, looking left at the fans, then right. Triple H then starts up again walking to the middle of the mats on the right side, Triple H slurps water, then pours some in his hair, Triple H randomly throws it into the sea of the crowd. Triple H grabs the top rope, pulling his right knee on the canvass, then lunging himself up to a standing position facing his chest to the ropes. Triple H turn around, still holding one hand on the rope, as one part of Triple H's music plays he turns his head left, then as that same verse plays again he turns right, another part plays, Triple H removes his hand from the rope and spots straight in the air...
...as the water slowly comes down, Triple H slowly brings his arms down, right before bringing them fully down Triple H jolts them down and spits the remaining in front of him, he looks at the fans, then pulls on leg after the other through the middle and top rope. Triple H poked his head through the middle and top rope and is handed a microphone. Triple H slowly strolls, circling the ring.*
Triple H: Ya' know... *Fans boo, Triple H can't speak. After, Triple H tries again* You see... *The boos get louder and louder as Triple H gets so frustrated, and begins to turn red* SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU DAMN FANS ARE USELESS! *The fans quiet down but continue to quietly boo* I just saw Shawn Michaels prancing around here, talking about how he is the good, Vince is the bad and I am the ugly. *Fans begin to laugh, Triple H yells over them* I got news for ya' pal, but this business isn't about the good, the bad... and... The ugly *Triple H looks in disgust as his strolling slowly turn into strutting* It's about the past... the present... and the future. Now Michaels, I bet ya' think these three titles are given to three different men. Well hey, you're wrong again. Michaels... There is only one man that can call himself those three... I am that man, Michaels... I AM the past... I am the present and I am the future! I was the greatest I am the greatest in this business and I sure as hell will always be the greatest in this business.
*Triple H walks to the top rope closest to the titan tron and puts his hand on the top rope with his free hand*
Triple H: Michaels, don't worry about Beyer, or The Rock, don't worry about Vince of Jericho, they are just sidelined, it come down to me *Triple H points himself with his thumb* and you * Triple H points at the curtain, signaling he is pointing to the locker room* Don't look back for a tag and don't look back at your team, once I enter the ring, I am not leaving and I sure as hell am not gonna' let you go and tag for your little friend, Beyer when I am kicking your ass until I turn your body over, after the pedigree, and cover your shoulders in the middle of this ring. *Triple H points down to the ring.* I coming straight for you *Triple H points at the curtain again*...
...so take the hint Michaels, because if you know what's good for you and your little friends you will do what I say. Triple H drops the microphone and steps out of the ring through the middle and top rope, he walks down the steps and poked his head through the apron, Triple H finds a sledge hammer and continues back into the ring, the same way he came in. Triple H picks up the microphone and begins to talk again. And if you don't Michaels, me and my buddy here will visit your little friends... and I promise you someone WILL get hurt!
*Triple H drops the microphone and stares into the head of the sledge hammer, looking up and down at it in his gleaming eyes. Triple H pulls his eyes away from it, slides the sledge hammer under the ropes to where it falls on the mats and then Triple H steps through the middle and top ropes, jumps down off of the mat and picks up the sledge hammer again. Triple H slowly walks up the ramp as boos echo through the arena. Triple H stops and taunts a fan with his sledge hammer. Right before Triple H leaves he turns around doing his signature taunt, with his sledgehammer in hand. Triple H turns around and walks to the back. The screen fades away and commercials play.*