Post by Vince McMahon on Aug 30, 2007 20:39:51 GMT -5
“Tick tock goes the grandfather clock”
*Triple H paces around a luxurious hotel room, back and forth, he reaches the bed, and then the wall, against the wall, tightly fastened is a beautiful painting by Van Gogh, “The Starry Night.”*
*Triple h is wearing a “Game on?!” t-shirt, blue jeans, black boots, and a regal watch loosely fastened around his wrist. *
*The balcony doors of the enormous and expensive hotel room on the tenth floor, wide open, revealing the dark sky, filled with golden stars and wind blowing into the hotel, curtains constantly propelling into the air. Triple H continues to pace, not even aware of the official NHBWO camera man standing right beside the huge metal door leading to the hotel. Triple H turns around to the camera, as if he knew the camera man was there the whole time. His back facing the balcony, the wind thrusting Triple H’s hair high into the air, Triple H looks as if he is seemingly super-human, as is hair unusually floats in mid air. Triple H rubs his beard and paces three more times. After, without any reaction to the camera man, he slowly paces to another room as the camera man follows. The hotel room seems so big, nearly the size of a one floor house. Two doors block Triple H from entering; he unhurriedly pushes them open, a frightening creaking noise filling the dark, lifeless hotel room. An expensive chair sits in the middle of the room; a ticking noise quietly fills the room. Triple H plumps into the seat and sits back. The dark room, with no lights simply contains the regal chair, an enormous grandfather clock and a stereo in the corner of the room, on a small coffee table quietly playing Triple H’s theme song “The game.” The strong wind closes the doors, the camera man barely making it into the room. He slowly approaches Triple H who comfortably sits in his chair, with few strands of his lengthy hair covering his eyes. Triple H looks down at the floor and takes a deep breath, seemingly the first one he has in the whole segment. Triple H opens his mouth, about to speak, but then shuts it for a moment. Triple H takes one more deep breath and begins to speak, nothing is heard out of his mouth, he stops too soon for anyone to get an understanding. He pushes himself out of his seat, and slowly approaches the stereo. He simply presses the button, silencing the infamous theme song of the “game.” He slowly approaches his seat. He slowly submerges his rear-end into the seat and looks back down at the ground, his body, lifeless like a statue. It appears as if he is sleeping, but he is wide-awake, his hair slowly falling in front of his face, only the “games” body is visible, his face, a mystery covered by his hair. The ticking noise of the grandfather clock, filling the room, nothing else is heard but the deep breathing of Triple H, the nervous camera man and loudest of all, “tick tock,” “tick tock.*
Triple H: Look at the clock *The camera man tilts his camera to the grandfather clock* Ya’ see, it never stops. It is constantly moving in a circular path. Seconds, minutes, hours… something is always moving, time is always changing. People may die, people may be born, but not once does time stop for them, it always continues to move to it’s motion, whoever may die, whoever may be born, whatever may happen, the clock continues to move, stopping at no ones command, and moving to it’s own… *Triple H flings his hair back as the “statue” suddenly comes to life. His eyes fill with a daunting look as he stares deeply into the camera. NHBWO fans, throughout the world are baffled at Triple H’s statement.*
*Triple H slowly elevates himself out of the luxurious chair and slowly begins to pace throughout the tiny room back and forth, constantly passing the few things in the room, the coffee table, to the shut doors. He suddenly stops at the clock, and stares into the clock as if something were there, catching his attention. The camera man, facing Triple H’s back, Triple H’s face stuck, staring into the constantly moving motion of the clock, he seems trapped In the motion .*
Triple H: There are few things in this world that last forever. Think for a moment, Jericho… what lasts forever? What is something that won’t stop, something that will never come to an end? Time isn’t the only thing that never stops… *Triple H slowly turns and walks so close to the camera only his face is visible.* Every week… every week! I leave the arena, holding my arm, holding my leg, hell, even holding my damn balls in pain… but there is one thing, one thing cures all of that… ya’ see, pain is just temporary… but the game, Chris, the game lasts forever! *Triple H’s eyes open up wide open and glimmer into the camera.* Just like time… tick, tock… tick, tock… over and over again! Chris Jericho, be ready because the game is an unstoppable force! If you knock me down, I’m gonna’ get right back up, every time I fall, I get back up, and every time I get back up another person falls victim to the game! *Triple H clinches his fists, a sinister look appears in his eyes, he takes one step closer to the camera, only his massive, glimmering eyes are visible through the camera* The game is a virus, a brain tumor in your mind, every time you take a breath, every time your heart beats, the virus damages you more and more until the point you say the words “I quit” and at that very moment your career will end! And the game will continue, spreading the virus and moving in its endless path…
*Quietness fills the room, all that is heard is, “tick tock, tick tock.” Triple H moves to the enormous door, pushing the camera man aside, he opens the door, the same creaking noise heard as earlier. The camera man slowly follows, approaching Triple H as if he was a wild animal in an animal planet documentary. Triple H’s hair floating up once again due to the wind entering the hotel suite. Triple H runs his fingers through his hair and slowly strides to the balcony. He places his forearms against the balcony rails and slightly presses his weight against it. Triple H stares into the city, and then tilts his head to the easily visible near-by arena he is going to wrestle in the next night. The camera man slowly walks backwards towards the door, still filming Triple H. Just as the camera man is about to turn the knob Triple H says, under his breath “Game on.” The statement was barely heard, few people heard him. The camera man opened the door, still showing the last few seconds of footage of Triple H, standing like a wax figure seemingly stuck in his position. The camera man turns around and walks down the hallway to where the screen fades black and the NHBWO logo appears on the screen, seconds later the logo fades away and commercials play.*
*Triple H paces around a luxurious hotel room, back and forth, he reaches the bed, and then the wall, against the wall, tightly fastened is a beautiful painting by Van Gogh, “The Starry Night.”*
*Triple h is wearing a “Game on?!” t-shirt, blue jeans, black boots, and a regal watch loosely fastened around his wrist. *
*The balcony doors of the enormous and expensive hotel room on the tenth floor, wide open, revealing the dark sky, filled with golden stars and wind blowing into the hotel, curtains constantly propelling into the air. Triple H continues to pace, not even aware of the official NHBWO camera man standing right beside the huge metal door leading to the hotel. Triple H turns around to the camera, as if he knew the camera man was there the whole time. His back facing the balcony, the wind thrusting Triple H’s hair high into the air, Triple H looks as if he is seemingly super-human, as is hair unusually floats in mid air. Triple H rubs his beard and paces three more times. After, without any reaction to the camera man, he slowly paces to another room as the camera man follows. The hotel room seems so big, nearly the size of a one floor house. Two doors block Triple H from entering; he unhurriedly pushes them open, a frightening creaking noise filling the dark, lifeless hotel room. An expensive chair sits in the middle of the room; a ticking noise quietly fills the room. Triple H plumps into the seat and sits back. The dark room, with no lights simply contains the regal chair, an enormous grandfather clock and a stereo in the corner of the room, on a small coffee table quietly playing Triple H’s theme song “The game.” The strong wind closes the doors, the camera man barely making it into the room. He slowly approaches Triple H who comfortably sits in his chair, with few strands of his lengthy hair covering his eyes. Triple H looks down at the floor and takes a deep breath, seemingly the first one he has in the whole segment. Triple H opens his mouth, about to speak, but then shuts it for a moment. Triple H takes one more deep breath and begins to speak, nothing is heard out of his mouth, he stops too soon for anyone to get an understanding. He pushes himself out of his seat, and slowly approaches the stereo. He simply presses the button, silencing the infamous theme song of the “game.” He slowly approaches his seat. He slowly submerges his rear-end into the seat and looks back down at the ground, his body, lifeless like a statue. It appears as if he is sleeping, but he is wide-awake, his hair slowly falling in front of his face, only the “games” body is visible, his face, a mystery covered by his hair. The ticking noise of the grandfather clock, filling the room, nothing else is heard but the deep breathing of Triple H, the nervous camera man and loudest of all, “tick tock,” “tick tock.*
Triple H: Look at the clock *The camera man tilts his camera to the grandfather clock* Ya’ see, it never stops. It is constantly moving in a circular path. Seconds, minutes, hours… something is always moving, time is always changing. People may die, people may be born, but not once does time stop for them, it always continues to move to it’s motion, whoever may die, whoever may be born, whatever may happen, the clock continues to move, stopping at no ones command, and moving to it’s own… *Triple H flings his hair back as the “statue” suddenly comes to life. His eyes fill with a daunting look as he stares deeply into the camera. NHBWO fans, throughout the world are baffled at Triple H’s statement.*
*Triple H slowly elevates himself out of the luxurious chair and slowly begins to pace throughout the tiny room back and forth, constantly passing the few things in the room, the coffee table, to the shut doors. He suddenly stops at the clock, and stares into the clock as if something were there, catching his attention. The camera man, facing Triple H’s back, Triple H’s face stuck, staring into the constantly moving motion of the clock, he seems trapped In the motion .*
Triple H: There are few things in this world that last forever. Think for a moment, Jericho… what lasts forever? What is something that won’t stop, something that will never come to an end? Time isn’t the only thing that never stops… *Triple H slowly turns and walks so close to the camera only his face is visible.* Every week… every week! I leave the arena, holding my arm, holding my leg, hell, even holding my damn balls in pain… but there is one thing, one thing cures all of that… ya’ see, pain is just temporary… but the game, Chris, the game lasts forever! *Triple H’s eyes open up wide open and glimmer into the camera.* Just like time… tick, tock… tick, tock… over and over again! Chris Jericho, be ready because the game is an unstoppable force! If you knock me down, I’m gonna’ get right back up, every time I fall, I get back up, and every time I get back up another person falls victim to the game! *Triple H clinches his fists, a sinister look appears in his eyes, he takes one step closer to the camera, only his massive, glimmering eyes are visible through the camera* The game is a virus, a brain tumor in your mind, every time you take a breath, every time your heart beats, the virus damages you more and more until the point you say the words “I quit” and at that very moment your career will end! And the game will continue, spreading the virus and moving in its endless path…
*Quietness fills the room, all that is heard is, “tick tock, tick tock.” Triple H moves to the enormous door, pushing the camera man aside, he opens the door, the same creaking noise heard as earlier. The camera man slowly follows, approaching Triple H as if he was a wild animal in an animal planet documentary. Triple H’s hair floating up once again due to the wind entering the hotel suite. Triple H runs his fingers through his hair and slowly strides to the balcony. He places his forearms against the balcony rails and slightly presses his weight against it. Triple H stares into the city, and then tilts his head to the easily visible near-by arena he is going to wrestle in the next night. The camera man slowly walks backwards towards the door, still filming Triple H. Just as the camera man is about to turn the knob Triple H says, under his breath “Game on.” The statement was barely heard, few people heard him. The camera man opened the door, still showing the last few seconds of footage of Triple H, standing like a wax figure seemingly stuck in his position. The camera man turns around and walks down the hallway to where the screen fades black and the NHBWO logo appears on the screen, seconds later the logo fades away and commercials play.*