Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 16:04:28 GMT -5
RP for this Sat. (Title inside)
« Thread Started on Feb 24, 2006, 4:33pm »
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"Come out of the shadow, the truth will be revealed"
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
"Time to play the game," echoes throughout the arena, fans stare at the ramp awaiting the arrival of "the game." Triple H stands behind the curtain awaiting for the most opportune time, he snatches his water bottle off of a near-by table and steps through the curtain as an eerie darkness fills the arena. Triple H stands on the top of the ramp way, his hair covering his face, wearing wrestling tights, and a cerebral assassin t-shirt, he is also wearing glove like wrist tape on his right hand and wrist tape wrapped around like a band on his wrist on his left hand, Triple H also had knee and elbow pads on. A green glow slowly overtakes the arena, fans slightly blinded, the statue like Triple H comes to life like a gargoyle, taking a large step with his left foot, jolting his arms back and curling his elbow, spitting a seemingly green mist in front of him. Fans all over scream "spit on me, spit on me" Triple H ignores them as he slowly struts down the ramp, drinking from his bottle with ever three steps he takes. Triple H stops the bottom of the ramp, his tippy-toes on the mat. He looks to the left of the arena; mostly "boos" are echoed through the arena, Triple H looks to the right with disgust receiving the same reaction. Triple H slowly begins to walk to the right of the mat, Triple H takes a sharp turn, facing away from the apron, in the dead center of the mat piece, Triple H pours some water in his already moist hair, and the rest in his mouth, then throws the bottle into the "sea." A camera closes in on Triple H's face, his dark eyes, with no life. Triple H grabs the top rope with his right hand and places his right knee into the apron, he then places his left hand on the top rope and lunges up his left foot, then steps up on his right foot, Triple H slightly pivots, facing the fans, As a part of the music plays, Triple H's lifeless head slightly tilts to the left, he then moves his head to the right, to the same beat, the beat plays once again, Triple H looks into the sea of fans, instantly drums, guitars, and other instruments play together, a light focusing on his body, Triple H lunges his huge back on the rope, spitting a mist of water straight up into the air as light fills the arena and life fills the "game". Triple H slowly lowers his arms, his muscles bulging out of his whole upper body. The mist slowly pouring down on Triple H; As Triple H is about to bring his arms down all the way, he pauses, then jolts his arms down spitting the remaining water in front of him. Triple H points to the fans, and then at himself with his thumbs, he shows all ten of his fingers, reminding everyone of his ten time world heavyweight championship history. Triple H turns around and one leg after the other steps through the middle and top rope...
Triple H spins around after stepping through the ropes and walks straight to the turnbuckle post to his right; he steps onto the bottom turnbuckle with his left foot, then the middle with his right, and then raises his left foot to the middle turnbuckle as well. Triple H points to the crowd and the arena, he points at himself, then once again shows off his ten fingers, showing he was world champion, fans "boo" Triple H. Triple H jumps off of the turnbuckles and circles the arena three times before looking through the ropes for a microphone, a random NHBWO employee hands " the game" a microphone
Triple H: Triple H slowly circles the ring, waiting for fans to cease "booing." Fans finally quiet down and Triple H begins to speak Tonight I face two men I know like brothers, tonight I am teaming with a man that I can nearly call my son in this ring. Michaels and I go way back, we met and in an instant became friends, allies, that soon came to end, when jealousy and rage filled our minds, I wanted the world title, Michaels wanted the world title, only one man was gonna' have it, and now, Michaels has MY world heavyweight championship. Triple H emphasizes the word, "my," by yelling throughout the arena, the sounds entering every fans ears I have held that championship more times than Michaels can even count, I have held it longer than Michaels has even seen it. When someone as successful as myself enters this ring and calls something his, it's his!Triple H receives a negative reaction form the fans, Triple H circles the ring in frustration, nearly all of his veins popping from his body. At Battlemania I was asked if I will take the world title, that seemingly no one can take away from Shawn Michaels, I simply replied with a yes, I was gonna' hand Michaels his ass, I had the gun ready, my finger on the trigger... Triple H makes a hand motion like a gun and "shoots"Jericho came to the rescue and hit the gun outta' my hand, Michaels picked it up and pulled the trigger. Jericho, Michaels, I got news for ya' , I'm not dead, and you can bet your ass I'm not gonna' any time soon. Triple H looks down to the mat as he continues to stroll around the ring and begins to laugh Brawl for all, I was loading the gun, ready to show everyone Battlemania was a fluke, from behind, the man I thought I could trust most attacked me and held me down, the trigger was pulled again... I'm still standing! I won't fall... you can put me to my knees but I'll get back up!
Austin Owens: Triple H is still angry at both matches, and why shouldn't he? He deserved winning both matches, he was screwed!
Joey Styles: Although Triple H might have won both matches, he lost, he did his fair share of bending the rules and I know Shawn Michaels has the capability to defeat Triple H as does Triple H can defeat Shawn Michaels, he should stop complaining about the past and look into the future.
Austin Owens: Joey Styles, you really need to stop showing such favoritism, this is business, not you sitting with your friend discussing a match!
Joey Styles: Joey Styles opens his mouth and begins to speak, but Triple H talks over him through the television, Austin Owens waves to Joey Styles to be quiet.
Triple H: Tag team match, singles match, whatever, this time I'm holding the gun. I am teaming with a kid I know so well I can call him a son. He was the future in evolution, he ALWAYS Batista, if you ever thought you were the future, well you're wrong, all you were was the guy that got the dirty work done, as me and Orton stood on top of the mountain, you were light years behind us, Orton was the true future, you were just a body guard. You think you instantly become the greatest wrestler after a win? Well I'll tell you something, you're not as good as you think you are and that match, that match was bull! You try wrestling at the main event at Battlemania and then wrestle the next day, Brawl for all was a fluke, and tonight I'm gonna show you that. You may think you are a big strong animal, but when you step out of the darkness, when you are revealed, all you are is a dog with a biting problem, and when you bite the "game" from behind, you are biting your fate, and when bite fate, the "game" turns around and puts the dog down! Triple H holds out his right hand and makes a motion showing thumbs down Tonight, fate will hit Michaels and Batista at the same time, Batista will learn how the game is properly played and Michaels will get what's comin' to him Triple H makes a gun shape with his hand and does a shooting motion
Austin Owens: Finally! Shawn Michaels career will end tonight, did you see him do the gun motion, ha-ha no more Shawn Michaels, Triple H is going to beat Michaels tonight!
Joey Styles: Well we'll see right now! The match is going to begin now!
Triple H throws off his t-shirt into the sea of fans, "Hey nothing you can say," blares throughout the arena ad Randy Orton makes his entrance. The camera focuses on Randy Orton’s video as randy Orton makes his way to the top oft he ramp, he spreads his arms out confidently as golden sparks fall from behind him. Randy Orton confidently strolls down the arena, smirking at Triple H. Randy Orton reaches the bottom of the ramp and looks at both sides of the arena, he smirks and makes his way to the steel steps, Randy climbs up the steps and the second he can step through the ropes on the apron he does, he steps through the ropes, one leg after the other, spins around and steps on the closest turnbuckle. Triple H stands in the center of the ring with no reaction as Randy Orton spreads his arms out and puckers his lips. Randy Orton hops off of the turnbuckle and approaches Triple H, they talk to each other, no words are read out, they shake hands and turn around, Triple H bends into a fighting position as Randy Orton hops up and down, cracking his neck, Randy Orton bends down as well and looks at Triple H, then at the titan tron awaiting for there opponents to enter, just as Batista's entrance music hits the screen slowly fades away and commercials play.
"Time to play the game," echoes throughout the arena, fans stare at the ramp awaiting the arrival of "the game," as the message "game on" appears on the screen. Triple H stands behind the curtain awaiting for the most opportune time, he snatches his water bottle off of a near-by table and steps through the curtain as an eerie darkness fills the arena. Triple H stands on the top of the ramp way, his hair covering his face, wearing wrestling tights, and a cerebral assassin t-shirt, he is also wearing glove like wrist tape on his right hand and wrist tape wrapped around like a band on his wrist on his left hand. A green glow slowly overtakes the arena, fans slightly blinded, the statue like Triple H comes to life like a gargoyle, taking a large step with his left foot, jolting his arms back and curling his elbow, spitting a seemingly green mist in front of him. Fans all over scream "spit on me, spit on me" Triple H ignores them as he slowly struts down the ramp, drinking from his bottle with ever three steps he takes. Triple H stops the bottom of the ramp, his tippy-toes on the mat. He looks to the left of the arena; mostly "boos" are echoed through the arena, Triple H looks to the right with disgust receiving the same reaction. Triple H slowly begins to walk to the right of the mat, Triple H takes a sharp turn, facing away from the apron, in the dead center of the mat piece, Triple H pours some water in his already moist hair, and the rest in his mouth, then throws the bottle into the "sea." A camera closes in on Triple H's face, his dark eyes, with no life. Triple H grabs the top rope with his right hand and places his right knee into the apron, he then places his left hand on the top rope and lunges up his left foot, then steps up on his right foot, Triple H slightly pivots, facing the fans, As a part of the music plays, Triple H's lifeless head slightly tilts to the left, he then moves his head to the right, to the same beat, the beat plays once again, Triple H looks into the sea of fans, instantly drums, guitars, and other instruments play together, a light focusing on his body, Triple H lunges his huge back on the rope, spitting a mist of water straight up into the air as light fills the arena and life fills the "game". Triple H slowly lowers his arms, his muscles bulging out of his whole upper body. The mist slowly pouring down on Triple H; As Triple H is about to bring his arms down all the way, he pauses, then jolts his arms down spitting the remaining water in front of him. Triple H points to the fans, and then at himself with his thumbs, he shows all ten of his fingers, reminding everyone of his ten time world heavyweight championship history. Triple H turns around and one leg after the other steps through the middle and top rope, Triple H spins around after stepping through the ropes and walks straight to the turnbuckle post to his right, he steps onto the bottom turnbuckle with his left foot, then the middle with his right, and then raises his left foot to the middle turnbuckle as well. Triple H points to the crowd and the arena, he points at himself, then once again shows off his ten fingers, showing he was world champion, fans "boo" Triple H. Triple H jumps off of the turnbuckles and circles the arena three times before looking through the ropes for a microphone, a random NHBWO employee hands " the game" a microphone
Triple H: Triple H slowly circles the ring, waiting for fans to cease "booing." Fans finally quiet down and Triple H begins to speak Tonight I face two men I know like brothers, tonight I am teaming with a man that I can nearly call my son in this ring. Michaels and I go way back, we met and in an instant became friends, allies, that soon came to end, when jealousy and rage filled our minds, I wanted the world title, Michaels wanted the world title, only one man was gonna' have it, and now, Michaels has MY world heavyweight championship. Triple H emphasizes the word, "my," by yelling throughout the arena, the sounds entering every fans ears I have held that championship more times than Michaels can even count, I have held it longer than Michaels has even seen it. When someone as successful as myself enters this ring and calls something his, it's his!Triple H receives a negative reaction form the fans, Triple H circles the ring in frustration, nearly all of his veins popping from his body. At Battlemania I was asked if I will take the world title, that seemingly no one can take away from Shawn Michaels, I simply replied with a yes, I was gonna hand Michaels his ass, I had the gun ready, my finger on the trigger... Triple H makes a hand motion like a gun and "shoots"Jericho came to the rescue and hit the gun outta' my hand, Michaels picked it up and pulled the trigger. Jericho, Michaels, I got news for ya' , I'm not dead, and you can bet your ass I'm not gonna' any time soon. Triple H looks down to the mat as he continues to stroll around the ring and begins to laugh Brawl for all, I was loading the gun, ready to show everyone Battlemania was a fluke, from behind, the man I thought I could trust most attacked me and held me down, the trigger was pulled again... I'm still standing! I won't fall... you can put me to my knees but I'll get back up!
Austin Owens: Triple H is still angry at both matches, and why shouldn't he? He deserved winning both matches, he was screwed!
Joey Styles: Although Triple H might have won both matches, he lost, he did his fair share of bending the rules and I know Shawn Michaels has the capability to defeat Triple H as does Triple H can defeat Shawn Michaels, he should stop complaining about the past and look into the future.
Austin Owens: Joey Styles, you really need to stop showing such favoritism, this is business, not you sitting with your friend discussing a match!
Joey Styles: Joey Styles opens his mouth and begins to speak, but Triple H talks over him through the television, Austin Owens waves to Joey Styles to be quiet.
Triple H: Tag team match, singles match, whatever, this time I'm holding the gun. I am teaming with a kid I know so well I can call him a son. He was the future in evolution, he ALWAYS Batista, if you ever thought you were the future, well you're wrong, all you were was the guy that got the dirty work done, as me and Orton stood on top of the mountain, you were light years behind us, Orton was the true future, you were just a body guard. You think you instantly become the greatest wrestler after a win? Well I'll tell you something, you're not as good as you think you are and that match, that match was bull! You try wrestling at the main event at Battlemania and then wrestle the next day, Brawl for all was a fluke, and tonight I'm gonna’ show you that. You may think you are a big strong animal, but when you step out of the darkness, when you are revealed, all you are is a dog with a biting problem, and when you bite the "game" from behind, you are biting your fate, and when bite fate, the "game" turns around and puts the dog down! Triple H holds out his right hand and makes a motion showing thumbs down Tonight, fate will hit Michaels and Batista at the same time, Batista will learn how the game is properly played and Michaels will get what's comin' to him Triple H makes a gun shape with his hand and makes a shooting motion
Austin Owens: Finally! Shawn Michaels career will end tonight, did you see him do the gun motion, ha-ha no more Shawn Michaels, Triple H is going to beat Michaels tonight!
Joey Styles: Well we'll see right now! The match is going to begin now!
Triple H throws off his t-shirt into the sea of fans, "Hey nothing you can say," blares throughout the arena ad Randy Orton makes his entrance. The camera focuses on Randy Orton’s video as randy Orton makes his way to the top oft he ramp, he spreads his arms out confidently as golden sparks fall from behind him. Randy Orton confidently strolls down the arena, smirking at Triple H. Randy Orton reaches the bottom of the ramp and looks at both sides of the arena, he smirks and makes his way to the steel steps, Randy climbs up the steps and the second he can step through the ropes on the apron he does, he steps through the ropes, one leg after the other, spins around and steps on the closest turnbuckle. Triple H stands in the center of the ring with no reaction as Randy Orton spreads his arms out and puckers his lips. Randy Orton hops off of the turnbuckle and approaches Triple H, they talk to each other, no words are read out, they shake hands and turn around, Triple H bends into a fighting position as Randy Orton hops up and down, cracking his neck, Randy Orton bends down as well and looks at Triple H, then at the titan tron awaiting for there opponents to enter, just as Batista's entrance music hits the screen slowly fades away and commercials play.
« Thread Started on Feb 24, 2006, 4:33pm »
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"Come out of the shadow, the truth will be revealed"
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
"Time to play the game," echoes throughout the arena, fans stare at the ramp awaiting the arrival of "the game." Triple H stands behind the curtain awaiting for the most opportune time, he snatches his water bottle off of a near-by table and steps through the curtain as an eerie darkness fills the arena. Triple H stands on the top of the ramp way, his hair covering his face, wearing wrestling tights, and a cerebral assassin t-shirt, he is also wearing glove like wrist tape on his right hand and wrist tape wrapped around like a band on his wrist on his left hand, Triple H also had knee and elbow pads on. A green glow slowly overtakes the arena, fans slightly blinded, the statue like Triple H comes to life like a gargoyle, taking a large step with his left foot, jolting his arms back and curling his elbow, spitting a seemingly green mist in front of him. Fans all over scream "spit on me, spit on me" Triple H ignores them as he slowly struts down the ramp, drinking from his bottle with ever three steps he takes. Triple H stops the bottom of the ramp, his tippy-toes on the mat. He looks to the left of the arena; mostly "boos" are echoed through the arena, Triple H looks to the right with disgust receiving the same reaction. Triple H slowly begins to walk to the right of the mat, Triple H takes a sharp turn, facing away from the apron, in the dead center of the mat piece, Triple H pours some water in his already moist hair, and the rest in his mouth, then throws the bottle into the "sea." A camera closes in on Triple H's face, his dark eyes, with no life. Triple H grabs the top rope with his right hand and places his right knee into the apron, he then places his left hand on the top rope and lunges up his left foot, then steps up on his right foot, Triple H slightly pivots, facing the fans, As a part of the music plays, Triple H's lifeless head slightly tilts to the left, he then moves his head to the right, to the same beat, the beat plays once again, Triple H looks into the sea of fans, instantly drums, guitars, and other instruments play together, a light focusing on his body, Triple H lunges his huge back on the rope, spitting a mist of water straight up into the air as light fills the arena and life fills the "game". Triple H slowly lowers his arms, his muscles bulging out of his whole upper body. The mist slowly pouring down on Triple H; As Triple H is about to bring his arms down all the way, he pauses, then jolts his arms down spitting the remaining water in front of him. Triple H points to the fans, and then at himself with his thumbs, he shows all ten of his fingers, reminding everyone of his ten time world heavyweight championship history. Triple H turns around and one leg after the other steps through the middle and top rope...
Triple H spins around after stepping through the ropes and walks straight to the turnbuckle post to his right; he steps onto the bottom turnbuckle with his left foot, then the middle with his right, and then raises his left foot to the middle turnbuckle as well. Triple H points to the crowd and the arena, he points at himself, then once again shows off his ten fingers, showing he was world champion, fans "boo" Triple H. Triple H jumps off of the turnbuckles and circles the arena three times before looking through the ropes for a microphone, a random NHBWO employee hands " the game" a microphone
Triple H: Triple H slowly circles the ring, waiting for fans to cease "booing." Fans finally quiet down and Triple H begins to speak Tonight I face two men I know like brothers, tonight I am teaming with a man that I can nearly call my son in this ring. Michaels and I go way back, we met and in an instant became friends, allies, that soon came to end, when jealousy and rage filled our minds, I wanted the world title, Michaels wanted the world title, only one man was gonna' have it, and now, Michaels has MY world heavyweight championship. Triple H emphasizes the word, "my," by yelling throughout the arena, the sounds entering every fans ears I have held that championship more times than Michaels can even count, I have held it longer than Michaels has even seen it. When someone as successful as myself enters this ring and calls something his, it's his!Triple H receives a negative reaction form the fans, Triple H circles the ring in frustration, nearly all of his veins popping from his body. At Battlemania I was asked if I will take the world title, that seemingly no one can take away from Shawn Michaels, I simply replied with a yes, I was gonna' hand Michaels his ass, I had the gun ready, my finger on the trigger... Triple H makes a hand motion like a gun and "shoots"Jericho came to the rescue and hit the gun outta' my hand, Michaels picked it up and pulled the trigger. Jericho, Michaels, I got news for ya' , I'm not dead, and you can bet your ass I'm not gonna' any time soon. Triple H looks down to the mat as he continues to stroll around the ring and begins to laugh Brawl for all, I was loading the gun, ready to show everyone Battlemania was a fluke, from behind, the man I thought I could trust most attacked me and held me down, the trigger was pulled again... I'm still standing! I won't fall... you can put me to my knees but I'll get back up!
Austin Owens: Triple H is still angry at both matches, and why shouldn't he? He deserved winning both matches, he was screwed!
Joey Styles: Although Triple H might have won both matches, he lost, he did his fair share of bending the rules and I know Shawn Michaels has the capability to defeat Triple H as does Triple H can defeat Shawn Michaels, he should stop complaining about the past and look into the future.
Austin Owens: Joey Styles, you really need to stop showing such favoritism, this is business, not you sitting with your friend discussing a match!
Joey Styles: Joey Styles opens his mouth and begins to speak, but Triple H talks over him through the television, Austin Owens waves to Joey Styles to be quiet.
Triple H: Tag team match, singles match, whatever, this time I'm holding the gun. I am teaming with a kid I know so well I can call him a son. He was the future in evolution, he ALWAYS Batista, if you ever thought you were the future, well you're wrong, all you were was the guy that got the dirty work done, as me and Orton stood on top of the mountain, you were light years behind us, Orton was the true future, you were just a body guard. You think you instantly become the greatest wrestler after a win? Well I'll tell you something, you're not as good as you think you are and that match, that match was bull! You try wrestling at the main event at Battlemania and then wrestle the next day, Brawl for all was a fluke, and tonight I'm gonna show you that. You may think you are a big strong animal, but when you step out of the darkness, when you are revealed, all you are is a dog with a biting problem, and when you bite the "game" from behind, you are biting your fate, and when bite fate, the "game" turns around and puts the dog down! Triple H holds out his right hand and makes a motion showing thumbs down Tonight, fate will hit Michaels and Batista at the same time, Batista will learn how the game is properly played and Michaels will get what's comin' to him Triple H makes a gun shape with his hand and does a shooting motion
Austin Owens: Finally! Shawn Michaels career will end tonight, did you see him do the gun motion, ha-ha no more Shawn Michaels, Triple H is going to beat Michaels tonight!
Joey Styles: Well we'll see right now! The match is going to begin now!
Triple H throws off his t-shirt into the sea of fans, "Hey nothing you can say," blares throughout the arena ad Randy Orton makes his entrance. The camera focuses on Randy Orton’s video as randy Orton makes his way to the top oft he ramp, he spreads his arms out confidently as golden sparks fall from behind him. Randy Orton confidently strolls down the arena, smirking at Triple H. Randy Orton reaches the bottom of the ramp and looks at both sides of the arena, he smirks and makes his way to the steel steps, Randy climbs up the steps and the second he can step through the ropes on the apron he does, he steps through the ropes, one leg after the other, spins around and steps on the closest turnbuckle. Triple H stands in the center of the ring with no reaction as Randy Orton spreads his arms out and puckers his lips. Randy Orton hops off of the turnbuckle and approaches Triple H, they talk to each other, no words are read out, they shake hands and turn around, Triple H bends into a fighting position as Randy Orton hops up and down, cracking his neck, Randy Orton bends down as well and looks at Triple H, then at the titan tron awaiting for there opponents to enter, just as Batista's entrance music hits the screen slowly fades away and commercials play.
"Time to play the game," echoes throughout the arena, fans stare at the ramp awaiting the arrival of "the game," as the message "game on" appears on the screen. Triple H stands behind the curtain awaiting for the most opportune time, he snatches his water bottle off of a near-by table and steps through the curtain as an eerie darkness fills the arena. Triple H stands on the top of the ramp way, his hair covering his face, wearing wrestling tights, and a cerebral assassin t-shirt, he is also wearing glove like wrist tape on his right hand and wrist tape wrapped around like a band on his wrist on his left hand. A green glow slowly overtakes the arena, fans slightly blinded, the statue like Triple H comes to life like a gargoyle, taking a large step with his left foot, jolting his arms back and curling his elbow, spitting a seemingly green mist in front of him. Fans all over scream "spit on me, spit on me" Triple H ignores them as he slowly struts down the ramp, drinking from his bottle with ever three steps he takes. Triple H stops the bottom of the ramp, his tippy-toes on the mat. He looks to the left of the arena; mostly "boos" are echoed through the arena, Triple H looks to the right with disgust receiving the same reaction. Triple H slowly begins to walk to the right of the mat, Triple H takes a sharp turn, facing away from the apron, in the dead center of the mat piece, Triple H pours some water in his already moist hair, and the rest in his mouth, then throws the bottle into the "sea." A camera closes in on Triple H's face, his dark eyes, with no life. Triple H grabs the top rope with his right hand and places his right knee into the apron, he then places his left hand on the top rope and lunges up his left foot, then steps up on his right foot, Triple H slightly pivots, facing the fans, As a part of the music plays, Triple H's lifeless head slightly tilts to the left, he then moves his head to the right, to the same beat, the beat plays once again, Triple H looks into the sea of fans, instantly drums, guitars, and other instruments play together, a light focusing on his body, Triple H lunges his huge back on the rope, spitting a mist of water straight up into the air as light fills the arena and life fills the "game". Triple H slowly lowers his arms, his muscles bulging out of his whole upper body. The mist slowly pouring down on Triple H; As Triple H is about to bring his arms down all the way, he pauses, then jolts his arms down spitting the remaining water in front of him. Triple H points to the fans, and then at himself with his thumbs, he shows all ten of his fingers, reminding everyone of his ten time world heavyweight championship history. Triple H turns around and one leg after the other steps through the middle and top rope, Triple H spins around after stepping through the ropes and walks straight to the turnbuckle post to his right, he steps onto the bottom turnbuckle with his left foot, then the middle with his right, and then raises his left foot to the middle turnbuckle as well. Triple H points to the crowd and the arena, he points at himself, then once again shows off his ten fingers, showing he was world champion, fans "boo" Triple H. Triple H jumps off of the turnbuckles and circles the arena three times before looking through the ropes for a microphone, a random NHBWO employee hands " the game" a microphone
Triple H: Triple H slowly circles the ring, waiting for fans to cease "booing." Fans finally quiet down and Triple H begins to speak Tonight I face two men I know like brothers, tonight I am teaming with a man that I can nearly call my son in this ring. Michaels and I go way back, we met and in an instant became friends, allies, that soon came to end, when jealousy and rage filled our minds, I wanted the world title, Michaels wanted the world title, only one man was gonna' have it, and now, Michaels has MY world heavyweight championship. Triple H emphasizes the word, "my," by yelling throughout the arena, the sounds entering every fans ears I have held that championship more times than Michaels can even count, I have held it longer than Michaels has even seen it. When someone as successful as myself enters this ring and calls something his, it's his!Triple H receives a negative reaction form the fans, Triple H circles the ring in frustration, nearly all of his veins popping from his body. At Battlemania I was asked if I will take the world title, that seemingly no one can take away from Shawn Michaels, I simply replied with a yes, I was gonna hand Michaels his ass, I had the gun ready, my finger on the trigger... Triple H makes a hand motion like a gun and "shoots"Jericho came to the rescue and hit the gun outta' my hand, Michaels picked it up and pulled the trigger. Jericho, Michaels, I got news for ya' , I'm not dead, and you can bet your ass I'm not gonna' any time soon. Triple H looks down to the mat as he continues to stroll around the ring and begins to laugh Brawl for all, I was loading the gun, ready to show everyone Battlemania was a fluke, from behind, the man I thought I could trust most attacked me and held me down, the trigger was pulled again... I'm still standing! I won't fall... you can put me to my knees but I'll get back up!
Austin Owens: Triple H is still angry at both matches, and why shouldn't he? He deserved winning both matches, he was screwed!
Joey Styles: Although Triple H might have won both matches, he lost, he did his fair share of bending the rules and I know Shawn Michaels has the capability to defeat Triple H as does Triple H can defeat Shawn Michaels, he should stop complaining about the past and look into the future.
Austin Owens: Joey Styles, you really need to stop showing such favoritism, this is business, not you sitting with your friend discussing a match!
Joey Styles: Joey Styles opens his mouth and begins to speak, but Triple H talks over him through the television, Austin Owens waves to Joey Styles to be quiet.
Triple H: Tag team match, singles match, whatever, this time I'm holding the gun. I am teaming with a kid I know so well I can call him a son. He was the future in evolution, he ALWAYS Batista, if you ever thought you were the future, well you're wrong, all you were was the guy that got the dirty work done, as me and Orton stood on top of the mountain, you were light years behind us, Orton was the true future, you were just a body guard. You think you instantly become the greatest wrestler after a win? Well I'll tell you something, you're not as good as you think you are and that match, that match was bull! You try wrestling at the main event at Battlemania and then wrestle the next day, Brawl for all was a fluke, and tonight I'm gonna’ show you that. You may think you are a big strong animal, but when you step out of the darkness, when you are revealed, all you are is a dog with a biting problem, and when you bite the "game" from behind, you are biting your fate, and when bite fate, the "game" turns around and puts the dog down! Triple H holds out his right hand and makes a motion showing thumbs down Tonight, fate will hit Michaels and Batista at the same time, Batista will learn how the game is properly played and Michaels will get what's comin' to him Triple H makes a gun shape with his hand and makes a shooting motion
Austin Owens: Finally! Shawn Michaels career will end tonight, did you see him do the gun motion, ha-ha no more Shawn Michaels, Triple H is going to beat Michaels tonight!
Joey Styles: Well we'll see right now! The match is going to begin now!
Triple H throws off his t-shirt into the sea of fans, "Hey nothing you can say," blares throughout the arena ad Randy Orton makes his entrance. The camera focuses on Randy Orton’s video as randy Orton makes his way to the top oft he ramp, he spreads his arms out confidently as golden sparks fall from behind him. Randy Orton confidently strolls down the arena, smirking at Triple H. Randy Orton reaches the bottom of the ramp and looks at both sides of the arena, he smirks and makes his way to the steel steps, Randy climbs up the steps and the second he can step through the ropes on the apron he does, he steps through the ropes, one leg after the other, spins around and steps on the closest turnbuckle. Triple H stands in the center of the ring with no reaction as Randy Orton spreads his arms out and puckers his lips. Randy Orton hops off of the turnbuckle and approaches Triple H, they talk to each other, no words are read out, they shake hands and turn around, Triple H bends into a fighting position as Randy Orton hops up and down, cracking his neck, Randy Orton bends down as well and looks at Triple H, then at the titan tron awaiting for there opponents to enter, just as Batista's entrance music hits the screen slowly fades away and commercials play.