Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:31:38 GMT -5
It was borken, that is why it is late.
* The moment arises; Triple H will enter the arena. Motor-head’s guitarist slides his finger through the guitar keys twice as the message “Game on” in green and black appears on the screen.*
Lillian Garcia: Making his way to the ring! From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 265 pounds! Triple H!
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
*Lead singer of motor-head, Lemmy, screams, “Time to play the game,” he once again, even louder screams “Time to play the game” and laughs, as he laughs, the music playing in the background. Triple H stands in the back, breathing deeply, the threads in his shirt stretching so wide they nearly tear.*
*Triple H’s entrance video plays. He slowly struts out of the curtain and slowly walks to the top of the ramp, his head down and his hair covering his face. Triple H is wearing a black t-shirt with a red cross on the front of his shirt and the message “screw the rules” on the back, Triple H also has white glove like wrist tape on his right hand and white wrist tape tightly wrapped around his left wrist, and some wrist tape randomly scattered on his fingers, also, he has on wrestling tights with the his signature cross logo on the front of his black tights, Triple H has mid length wrestling boots on with the cross logo on the top both sides of the boots, and a water bottle in his hand. Triple H continues to look down at the ground as if he was a statue, water slowly dripping off of his long, motionless hair. As Motor-head gets even louder, Triple H instantly comes to life, his heart seemingly beating again. Triple H flips his hair back, rebounding on his back, Triple H elevates his arms into a 90 degree angle and slightly separates them even more as he takes a step with his left foot. Triple H spits an enormous mist of water over the whole ramp as a green glow fills the arena. Triple H breathes deeply as he forcefully chews his gum; he looks into the deep sea of fans. Triple H struts to the side of the ramp and points at the fans, and then at himself he looks down at his ten fingers, and then raises them to the fans screaming, “Ten times!” Triple H turn around and walks back the top of the ramp and takes a right, slowly walking down ramp, looking left and right, and taking a gulps from his water every few steps he takes.*
*Triple H reaches the bottom of the ramp; Triple H walks onto the mats, looking into the ring with his lifeless, pale eyes, memories from the wrestling ring rapidly flash through his mind, Triple H slowly tilts his head down, his hair slowly falling over his face. Out of nowhere Triple H flings his hair back as a spot light covers Triple H’s body. Triple H looks to the fans on the left side of the arena, then the right. Triple H continues to walk to the right; he takes a left turn and walks down to the end of the apron. Triple H pours some water into his already moist hair, then slurps the rest into his mouth and throws it randomly into the ocean of NHBWO fans. Triple H then slides the sledgehammer into the ring. Triple H grabs the top rope with his right hand and hoists his right knee onto the apron, Triple H then grabs the top rope with his left hand and heaves his left foot onto the apron, Triple H steps off of his right knee onto his foot and walks down the apron and stops in the middle. A guitar plays as Triple H tilts his lifeless head to the left, the same beat plays once again, Triple H tilts his head to the right, for the final time the same beat plays, Triple H looks into the sea of fans, instantly coming back to life, and lunges his huge back on the top rope spewing out a mist of water straight up in the air.*
*As the water slowly descends to the ground Triple H gradually lowers his arms, veins popping out of his chest, arms and shoulders, as Triple H nearly lowers his arms to his thighs, he pauses for a moment, then jerks his arms down, spitting the remaining water straight into the crowd and begins to yell.*
*With no pause Triple H turns around, taking a step to the right, entering the ring, one leg after the other through the middle and top rope. Paying no attention to the sledgehammer on the ground, Triple H walks to the turnbuckle post to the right and put both of his hand on the top rope. Triple H places his left leg on the bottom turnbuckle, and then places his right foot on the middle turnbuckle, subsequently placing his left leg up to the middle turnbuckle as well. Triple H points at the fans, then points at himself with his thumbs, Triple H shows the fans his 10 fingers explaining he is a ten time world heavyweight champion, he pauses, then looks at his pointer finger, and then looks up to the fans screaming “one more time!”*
*Triple H jumps off of the turnbuckle and strolls around the ring until he reaches the ropes closest to the announcer desk. Triple H waves to a Lillian Garcia, she approaches him and hands him a microphone she acquired from a desk near-by. He turns around and picks up the sledgehammer, holding the middle of the sledgehammer pole and places it on his shoulder. Triple H leisurely strolls around the ring rubbing his beard, the microphone in hand.
Triple H: Last week I promised all of you that Shawn Michaels career in this ring *Triple H points to the mat* will be over, everyone of you who doubted me better listen up, jack, I do not lie, I do not take guesses, I go out here and I make guarantees and then I go out to this ring and I accomplish them. And I’m gonna’ go out here tomorrow and I’m gonna hand Jericho his ass! And everyone one of you watching NHBWO right now knows that I am going to do exactly what I just said! *Triple H points at the camera.*
Triple H: *Triple H grinds his teeth in frustration.* Jericho! You made a big mistake poking your nose in mine and Michaels business, and now your gonna’ pay the price. You should have known when you toy with the cerebral assassin you instantly become an enemy. When you interfere with fate, when you hit me in the back with that steel chair and cost me my championship, you made the biggest mistake of your life! Like the cerebral assassin I am, I am going to hunt you down and I am going to hurt you. *Triple H chews on his gum, flattening it under the force of his teeth. Triple H takes a deep breath and calms down* Do you know why Michaels was still champion? Because Jericho saved him, and I’ve allowed it. Let me ask ya’ something, Jericho. When you attacked me from behind, what were you thinking? I have eyes in the back of my head, your attack; it couldn’t have been more obvious. Did you think that after you attacked me from behind that I will just disappear and everything will be okay? Well let me tell ya’ something, the game lives forever… You better learn that little prayer from Michaels because I… *Triple H points at himself with his thumb.*… am not going to pass this by, When you mess with the game, you mess with life and death… See, anyone who stands in my way is going down… Jericho, you got in my way, and now you’re gonna’ cross roads with me and it will never be like a road you’ve crossed before!
I showed Michaels that it was time for him to retire, and now I’m gonna’ point you in the right direction! *Triple H points his thumb downward* down the card, where you belong! See Jericho I’ve earned my place in this business. I’ve done it all, my accomplishments are endless, I am not gonna’ sit here and list them, but you damn well know just how big they are! Lets here your accomplishments, Jericho, lets here just how great you are… *Triple H pauses, silence is heard throughout the arena.* Like Michaels you’re just half the man I am! No one comes better than this. *Triple H points his thumb at himself.* See… there’s a line in this business that some have crossed and others haven’t, like a great man once said, to be the man you’ve got to beat the man, I am man, Jericho…*Triple H points at himself.* and you, you are still the boy, well here’s your shot, kid, beat me and you’ve beaten the man, but if you lose you will discover what makes me the man, what makes me the game, what makes me the cerebral assassin… and what makes you… a nobody. See, I’ve got everything I need coming into tomorrow! I’ve got the brains! I’ve got the brawn! And I’ve got the ability! See Jericho, I’ve got ring presence, I know this ring like the back of my hand… *Triple H holds his palm out* I can outsmart you in every aspect of this ring, I know parts of this ring that you don’t even know exist! This ring is my home, Jericho, this is MY playing field! Jericho, you may be the proclaimed king of the world, the ayatollah of rock and rolla! But I am the game, I am the cerebral assassin, I am that damn good… I am the king of kings… the king of ALL kings… and that includes you, Jericho! *Triple H points at the curtain, gesturing that he is pointing to the locker room.* This Saturday when Jericho looks across the ring at me, and he looks into my eyes, he will know just who in the hell I am, he will know why they call me the game, the cerebral assassin, why they call me that damn good. And just like any other obstacle, I will run you over!… Chris Jericho will fall to the ground and he will not get back up! I will prove to Jericho that I am the game and that I am that… damn… good!
*Triple H raises his arms, 90 degrees and slightly separates them; he drops his arms to his sides. Without any pause Triple H quickly walks to the ropes closest to he titan tron and steps through the ropes, one leg after another onto the apron. He slowly walks to the steel steps and pauses for a second, his hair covering his face. Triple H flings his hair back; his hair rebounding against his back, and slowly steps down the steel steps. Triple H continues walking up the ramp, tilting his head, left right, left right, looking at the fans, giving negative reactions. Triple H reaches the top of the ramp and stands right before the curtain, taking deep breathes. Triple H quickly spins around, facing the fans, his eyes soaring into the enormous arena. Triple H looks down, his hair falling in front of his face, and jolts his up, once again raising his arms into a 90 degree angle. Triple H takes three deep breathes and spins around, he walks into the curtain, backstage.
* The moment arises; Triple H will enter the arena. Motor-head’s guitarist slides his finger through the guitar keys twice as the message “Game on” in green and black appears on the screen.*
Lillian Garcia: Making his way to the ring! From Greenwich, Connecticut, weighing in at 265 pounds! Triple H!
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
*Lead singer of motor-head, Lemmy, screams, “Time to play the game,” he once again, even louder screams “Time to play the game” and laughs, as he laughs, the music playing in the background. Triple H stands in the back, breathing deeply, the threads in his shirt stretching so wide they nearly tear.*
*Triple H’s entrance video plays. He slowly struts out of the curtain and slowly walks to the top of the ramp, his head down and his hair covering his face. Triple H is wearing a black t-shirt with a red cross on the front of his shirt and the message “screw the rules” on the back, Triple H also has white glove like wrist tape on his right hand and white wrist tape tightly wrapped around his left wrist, and some wrist tape randomly scattered on his fingers, also, he has on wrestling tights with the his signature cross logo on the front of his black tights, Triple H has mid length wrestling boots on with the cross logo on the top both sides of the boots, and a water bottle in his hand. Triple H continues to look down at the ground as if he was a statue, water slowly dripping off of his long, motionless hair. As Motor-head gets even louder, Triple H instantly comes to life, his heart seemingly beating again. Triple H flips his hair back, rebounding on his back, Triple H elevates his arms into a 90 degree angle and slightly separates them even more as he takes a step with his left foot. Triple H spits an enormous mist of water over the whole ramp as a green glow fills the arena. Triple H breathes deeply as he forcefully chews his gum; he looks into the deep sea of fans. Triple H struts to the side of the ramp and points at the fans, and then at himself he looks down at his ten fingers, and then raises them to the fans screaming, “Ten times!” Triple H turn around and walks back the top of the ramp and takes a right, slowly walking down ramp, looking left and right, and taking a gulps from his water every few steps he takes.*
*Triple H reaches the bottom of the ramp; Triple H walks onto the mats, looking into the ring with his lifeless, pale eyes, memories from the wrestling ring rapidly flash through his mind, Triple H slowly tilts his head down, his hair slowly falling over his face. Out of nowhere Triple H flings his hair back as a spot light covers Triple H’s body. Triple H looks to the fans on the left side of the arena, then the right. Triple H continues to walk to the right; he takes a left turn and walks down to the end of the apron. Triple H pours some water into his already moist hair, then slurps the rest into his mouth and throws it randomly into the ocean of NHBWO fans. Triple H then slides the sledgehammer into the ring. Triple H grabs the top rope with his right hand and hoists his right knee onto the apron, Triple H then grabs the top rope with his left hand and heaves his left foot onto the apron, Triple H steps off of his right knee onto his foot and walks down the apron and stops in the middle. A guitar plays as Triple H tilts his lifeless head to the left, the same beat plays once again, Triple H tilts his head to the right, for the final time the same beat plays, Triple H looks into the sea of fans, instantly coming back to life, and lunges his huge back on the top rope spewing out a mist of water straight up in the air.*
*As the water slowly descends to the ground Triple H gradually lowers his arms, veins popping out of his chest, arms and shoulders, as Triple H nearly lowers his arms to his thighs, he pauses for a moment, then jerks his arms down, spitting the remaining water straight into the crowd and begins to yell.*
*With no pause Triple H turns around, taking a step to the right, entering the ring, one leg after the other through the middle and top rope. Paying no attention to the sledgehammer on the ground, Triple H walks to the turnbuckle post to the right and put both of his hand on the top rope. Triple H places his left leg on the bottom turnbuckle, and then places his right foot on the middle turnbuckle, subsequently placing his left leg up to the middle turnbuckle as well. Triple H points at the fans, then points at himself with his thumbs, Triple H shows the fans his 10 fingers explaining he is a ten time world heavyweight champion, he pauses, then looks at his pointer finger, and then looks up to the fans screaming “one more time!”*
*Triple H jumps off of the turnbuckle and strolls around the ring until he reaches the ropes closest to the announcer desk. Triple H waves to a Lillian Garcia, she approaches him and hands him a microphone she acquired from a desk near-by. He turns around and picks up the sledgehammer, holding the middle of the sledgehammer pole and places it on his shoulder. Triple H leisurely strolls around the ring rubbing his beard, the microphone in hand.
Triple H: Last week I promised all of you that Shawn Michaels career in this ring *Triple H points to the mat* will be over, everyone of you who doubted me better listen up, jack, I do not lie, I do not take guesses, I go out here and I make guarantees and then I go out to this ring and I accomplish them. And I’m gonna’ go out here tomorrow and I’m gonna hand Jericho his ass! And everyone one of you watching NHBWO right now knows that I am going to do exactly what I just said! *Triple H points at the camera.*
Triple H: *Triple H grinds his teeth in frustration.* Jericho! You made a big mistake poking your nose in mine and Michaels business, and now your gonna’ pay the price. You should have known when you toy with the cerebral assassin you instantly become an enemy. When you interfere with fate, when you hit me in the back with that steel chair and cost me my championship, you made the biggest mistake of your life! Like the cerebral assassin I am, I am going to hunt you down and I am going to hurt you. *Triple H chews on his gum, flattening it under the force of his teeth. Triple H takes a deep breath and calms down* Do you know why Michaels was still champion? Because Jericho saved him, and I’ve allowed it. Let me ask ya’ something, Jericho. When you attacked me from behind, what were you thinking? I have eyes in the back of my head, your attack; it couldn’t have been more obvious. Did you think that after you attacked me from behind that I will just disappear and everything will be okay? Well let me tell ya’ something, the game lives forever… You better learn that little prayer from Michaels because I… *Triple H points at himself with his thumb.*… am not going to pass this by, When you mess with the game, you mess with life and death… See, anyone who stands in my way is going down… Jericho, you got in my way, and now you’re gonna’ cross roads with me and it will never be like a road you’ve crossed before!
I showed Michaels that it was time for him to retire, and now I’m gonna’ point you in the right direction! *Triple H points his thumb downward* down the card, where you belong! See Jericho I’ve earned my place in this business. I’ve done it all, my accomplishments are endless, I am not gonna’ sit here and list them, but you damn well know just how big they are! Lets here your accomplishments, Jericho, lets here just how great you are… *Triple H pauses, silence is heard throughout the arena.* Like Michaels you’re just half the man I am! No one comes better than this. *Triple H points his thumb at himself.* See… there’s a line in this business that some have crossed and others haven’t, like a great man once said, to be the man you’ve got to beat the man, I am man, Jericho…*Triple H points at himself.* and you, you are still the boy, well here’s your shot, kid, beat me and you’ve beaten the man, but if you lose you will discover what makes me the man, what makes me the game, what makes me the cerebral assassin… and what makes you… a nobody. See, I’ve got everything I need coming into tomorrow! I’ve got the brains! I’ve got the brawn! And I’ve got the ability! See Jericho, I’ve got ring presence, I know this ring like the back of my hand… *Triple H holds his palm out* I can outsmart you in every aspect of this ring, I know parts of this ring that you don’t even know exist! This ring is my home, Jericho, this is MY playing field! Jericho, you may be the proclaimed king of the world, the ayatollah of rock and rolla! But I am the game, I am the cerebral assassin, I am that damn good… I am the king of kings… the king of ALL kings… and that includes you, Jericho! *Triple H points at the curtain, gesturing that he is pointing to the locker room.* This Saturday when Jericho looks across the ring at me, and he looks into my eyes, he will know just who in the hell I am, he will know why they call me the game, the cerebral assassin, why they call me that damn good. And just like any other obstacle, I will run you over!… Chris Jericho will fall to the ground and he will not get back up! I will prove to Jericho that I am the game and that I am that… damn… good!
*Triple H raises his arms, 90 degrees and slightly separates them; he drops his arms to his sides. Without any pause Triple H quickly walks to the ropes closest to he titan tron and steps through the ropes, one leg after another onto the apron. He slowly walks to the steel steps and pauses for a second, his hair covering his face. Triple H flings his hair back; his hair rebounding against his back, and slowly steps down the steel steps. Triple H continues walking up the ramp, tilting his head, left right, left right, looking at the fans, giving negative reactions. Triple H reaches the top of the ramp and stands right before the curtain, taking deep breathes. Triple H quickly spins around, facing the fans, his eyes soaring into the enormous arena. Triple H looks down, his hair falling in front of his face, and jolts his up, once again raising his arms into a 90 degree angle. Triple H takes three deep breathes and spins around, he walks into the curtain, backstage.