Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 15:29:14 GMT -5
"The End is Near" RP for 2/5/06
« Thread Started on Jan 31, 2006, 5:04pm »
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*Time to play the game echoes the arena as drums and a guitar blasts in the backround, fans rise and put there hands to there mouths, booing at the top of their lungs. Fans await, no sight of “the game”, the settle down and sit in there seats. Out of nowhere “Time to play the game” blasts the PA system, fans attempt to boo but the music is too loud.*
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
Lillian Garcia: Making his way to the ring, from Greenwich, Connecticut weighing in at 265 pounds! He is your Intercontinental champion… Triple H!
*Triple H slowly struts out of the curtain, Triple H steps out of the curtain wearing blue jeans and a white cerebral assassin t-shirt, his white wrist tape like a glove on his right hand and like a band around his left, Triple H has his Intercontinental championship tightly fastened around his waste, a water bottle in hand and his wet hair covering the front of his face. Triple H stops, looking down at the ramp, as a part of his music plays Triple H flings back his hair, spitting as a mist of water in front of him as he takes a step right before the ramp. Triple H holds his hand to his ear as the music blasts and the frustrated fans try to yell over the music. Triple H smirks as he chews at his gum, Triple H walks to the other side and does the same, fans yell but nothing but Triple H’s music is heard throughout the arena. Triple H continues down the ramp and stops in front of the ring, staring at it with his gleaming eyes. Triple H flings his hair in front of his face and walks to the right of the mats, as Triple H turns left to the ring he flings his hair back. Triple H takes a huge gulp of his water and pours the remaining in his hair; he then throws it randomly into the sea of fans. Triple H jumps onto the apron with his right knee as he grasps the top rope with his right hand pulling himself up onto his feet. Triple H continues holding onto the rope with his right hand, then let’s go as a part of his music plays. As another part plays Triple H looks left then right as the same verse plays again. Drums and Guitars begin to simultaneously play, Triple H brings up his arms in a 90 degree angle and spits a mist of water from his mouth straight up, as the mist slowly meets the ground Triple H brings down his arms, flexing his shoulder muscles, Triple H then jolts his arms down to his thighs and spits the remaining water in front of him. Triple H turns around and enters the ring. Triple H continues to the top right middle turnbuckle, he points the fans with his pointer fingers, and then at himself with his thumbs Triple H does his signature taunt and unbuckles his belt, taunting it at the fans. Triple H hops down off of the middle turnbuckle and circles the ring, as Triple H circles it twice he pokes his head through the middle and top rope and grabs a microphone from the steps.*
Triple H: *Triple H smacks at his gum, then begins to speak* Last week… I lost because that mediocre piece of shit, Jericho was nowhere to been found when I was down; Jericho disappeared right before his team. *Triple H looks around in disgust of Chris Jericho* I WAS PINNED… and it wasn’t even my fault! Jericho screwed me… and you’ll learn tonight that when you screw the game you screw with life, pal… *Triple H struts allover the ring in frustration* Jericho… I will teach you a lesson about the game, and you won’t ever forget it. I am not here to wrestle you, I am here to hurt you, I am here to end the game for you, and tonight will be the night… I will end the game and hand you your cocky ass on the way out… Tonight I am wrestling with a man I’ve never seen eye to eye with, and probably never will, but if me and “the peoples champ,” The Rock have the same goal in mind, the Rock and I will take Michaels’ and Jericho’s ass and shove it down there throat… and if The Rock doesn’t see things MY way, I don’t mind taking both Jericho and Michaels out and I don’t mind taking you out in the process, don’t get any cute ideas, Rock, the only thing I’m taking with me to the “top” is a sledge hammer with Michaels name on it… *Triple H points up as he talks about the sledge hammer * See Michaels, you should be worried the most… I am teaching Jericho a lesson but what I’m gonna’ do to it is just HURT YOU! Tonight I don’t care about rules, I don’t care about pin fall, I am going to do anything to hurt you, if that means going under this apron and pulling out my best friend, I’ll sure as hell do it! You better watch out because I am coning to play… Dirty or clean… win or loss! Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho are going to leave this arena on stretchers… *Triple H flairs his nostrils and looks into the camera with an evil in his eyes* … Michaels will wake up in a hospital bed with flowers and presents around, realizing that the game is… over! * Triple H chucks the microphone into the ground as his theme song plays. Triple H quickly walks to the ropes closest to the titan tron*
*Triple H steps through the middle and top ropes, with his intercontinental title on his shoulder and jumps off of the apron on to the mats. Triple H struts up the ramp constantly looking left and right at the “booing” fans. Triple H finally reaches the top of the ramp, he turns around, looks left and right, then does his signature taunt, holding his belt over his head in his right hand. Triple H backs away slowly and screams “GAME OVER,” Triple H gets very close to the curtain then turns around and disappears to the back. The screen slowly fades, the NHBWO logo shows and commercials play before the next scheduled even in NHBWO.*
Yea, I know it is not my greatest, but I think it will do as a worthy rp.
« Thread Started on Jan 31, 2006, 5:04pm »
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*Time to play the game echoes the arena as drums and a guitar blasts in the backround, fans rise and put there hands to there mouths, booing at the top of their lungs. Fans await, no sight of “the game”, the settle down and sit in there seats. Out of nowhere “Time to play the game” blasts the PA system, fans attempt to boo but the music is too loud.*
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
Lillian Garcia: Making his way to the ring, from Greenwich, Connecticut weighing in at 265 pounds! He is your Intercontinental champion… Triple H!
*Triple H slowly struts out of the curtain, Triple H steps out of the curtain wearing blue jeans and a white cerebral assassin t-shirt, his white wrist tape like a glove on his right hand and like a band around his left, Triple H has his Intercontinental championship tightly fastened around his waste, a water bottle in hand and his wet hair covering the front of his face. Triple H stops, looking down at the ramp, as a part of his music plays Triple H flings back his hair, spitting as a mist of water in front of him as he takes a step right before the ramp. Triple H holds his hand to his ear as the music blasts and the frustrated fans try to yell over the music. Triple H smirks as he chews at his gum, Triple H walks to the other side and does the same, fans yell but nothing but Triple H’s music is heard throughout the arena. Triple H continues down the ramp and stops in front of the ring, staring at it with his gleaming eyes. Triple H flings his hair in front of his face and walks to the right of the mats, as Triple H turns left to the ring he flings his hair back. Triple H takes a huge gulp of his water and pours the remaining in his hair; he then throws it randomly into the sea of fans. Triple H jumps onto the apron with his right knee as he grasps the top rope with his right hand pulling himself up onto his feet. Triple H continues holding onto the rope with his right hand, then let’s go as a part of his music plays. As another part plays Triple H looks left then right as the same verse plays again. Drums and Guitars begin to simultaneously play, Triple H brings up his arms in a 90 degree angle and spits a mist of water from his mouth straight up, as the mist slowly meets the ground Triple H brings down his arms, flexing his shoulder muscles, Triple H then jolts his arms down to his thighs and spits the remaining water in front of him. Triple H turns around and enters the ring. Triple H continues to the top right middle turnbuckle, he points the fans with his pointer fingers, and then at himself with his thumbs Triple H does his signature taunt and unbuckles his belt, taunting it at the fans. Triple H hops down off of the middle turnbuckle and circles the ring, as Triple H circles it twice he pokes his head through the middle and top rope and grabs a microphone from the steps.*
Triple H: *Triple H smacks at his gum, then begins to speak* Last week… I lost because that mediocre piece of shit, Jericho was nowhere to been found when I was down; Jericho disappeared right before his team. *Triple H looks around in disgust of Chris Jericho* I WAS PINNED… and it wasn’t even my fault! Jericho screwed me… and you’ll learn tonight that when you screw the game you screw with life, pal… *Triple H struts allover the ring in frustration* Jericho… I will teach you a lesson about the game, and you won’t ever forget it. I am not here to wrestle you, I am here to hurt you, I am here to end the game for you, and tonight will be the night… I will end the game and hand you your cocky ass on the way out… Tonight I am wrestling with a man I’ve never seen eye to eye with, and probably never will, but if me and “the peoples champ,” The Rock have the same goal in mind, the Rock and I will take Michaels’ and Jericho’s ass and shove it down there throat… and if The Rock doesn’t see things MY way, I don’t mind taking both Jericho and Michaels out and I don’t mind taking you out in the process, don’t get any cute ideas, Rock, the only thing I’m taking with me to the “top” is a sledge hammer with Michaels name on it… *Triple H points up as he talks about the sledge hammer * See Michaels, you should be worried the most… I am teaching Jericho a lesson but what I’m gonna’ do to it is just HURT YOU! Tonight I don’t care about rules, I don’t care about pin fall, I am going to do anything to hurt you, if that means going under this apron and pulling out my best friend, I’ll sure as hell do it! You better watch out because I am coning to play… Dirty or clean… win or loss! Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho are going to leave this arena on stretchers… *Triple H flairs his nostrils and looks into the camera with an evil in his eyes* … Michaels will wake up in a hospital bed with flowers and presents around, realizing that the game is… over! * Triple H chucks the microphone into the ground as his theme song plays. Triple H quickly walks to the ropes closest to the titan tron*
*Triple H steps through the middle and top ropes, with his intercontinental title on his shoulder and jumps off of the apron on to the mats. Triple H struts up the ramp constantly looking left and right at the “booing” fans. Triple H finally reaches the top of the ramp, he turns around, looks left and right, then does his signature taunt, holding his belt over his head in his right hand. Triple H backs away slowly and screams “GAME OVER,” Triple H gets very close to the curtain then turns around and disappears to the back. The screen slowly fades, the NHBWO logo shows and commercials play before the next scheduled even in NHBWO.*
Yea, I know it is not my greatest, but I think it will do as a worthy rp.