Tales of the Game ...   

wMe Tag Team Champion(x1); Ranked #4 on SLAM; WM2K1 Title #1 Contender(1x); Bischoff Thumbs Up(x3)(SLAM); Couple of the Year Award W/Stephanie McMahon(2002)   

- .. P r o v i n '   E v e r y o n e   W r o n g .. -

 Ever get that feeling inside of your stomach that possibly, there's something more out there than meets the eye? Ever start to think that maybe .. Just maybe, somebody's watching you 24/7 .. When you sleep, eat, drink, talk, walk .. But the real question is; is this supernatural force good .. Or is it evil? And maybe .. It's closer than you think. Late April; Triple H is in battle with Rey Mysterio Jr. Post match, something comminces that not even the Cerebral Assassin could predict. Sid Vicious, his so called "friend" brutally assaulted The Game. All it took .. One chokeslam .. One viciously insane chokeslam .. And it was enough to put Helmsley down for the count .. Maybe for good? Three months have passed, we're only a matter of days from the 1st of August. And to say alot's changed .. that'd be an understatement. Contracts broken and signed with the swift movement of a felt tip pin. Hunter Hearst Helmsley has returned to Wrestlemania Entertainment, but he ain't on Slam .. Far from it. It's Smackdown he's signed with .. However it seems that he hasn't come un-invited. An old friend's decided to give him a personal invitation to wMe's TRUE #1 Show, Smackdown. Scott Hall himself .. The man simply OOZING with Machizmo. Thanks to him .. Thanks to Scott Hall and the corrupt order of business the SLAM brand takes, Triple H is signed, sealed and delivered. Slam one less superstar .. Smackdown one more. Just one night ago at Vengeance .. the Game made his presence felt by delivering a pedigree to not only Eric Bischoff, but also to the opponent of the "Lone Wolf"; Scott Hall .. the man that at a time was 173-0, little Billy Goldberg. It seemed that 'Berg had the match in the palm of his hand .. But simply put Triple H wouldn't allow it. One swift slam to the canvas was all it took .. All it took for a win secured to Scott Hall, and the birth of a new era in Wrestlemania Entertainment. So now, this Thursday .. Smackdown, Goldberg seeks revenge against The Game. Will he get his redemption .. Or will it just be yet another embarassment, and another pedgiree? Find out .. The day of judgment fast approaches.

Scene is set inside of a club of sorts. Something you'd see off of GTA Vice City's Malibu Club almost. Mostly women and a few horny guys here and there on the dance floor. Camera pans in to someone sitting on a barstool. Black hair, all slicked back. Flashy sunglasses on to boot even though he's inside of a room damn near pitchblack, minus the dance lights. Black jeans and an "OUTSIDERS" shirt to boot, guy looks to be drunk. Well shit, of course he's gonna be drunk. It IS Scott Hall after all. C'mon people, do the math. Scott Hall + Bar = Wasted beyond belief. Hall stumbles off of the bar seat and towards the dance floor where he sees a rather large-chested woman. He falls forwards towards her, glasses slightly going off of his eyes during his fall making him look like he just got decked in the face.

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| Uhhhhh .. H .. Yeah .. No? .. ! .. Ok ok .. On three .. One .. Two .. .... ... Three .. ... ... HEY YO. You .. Are lookin' fine as wine, babe. Why don't you hook up with big Hall, and head on back to my place? Believe me when I tell you .. You come with me baby, I will FILL you with the Machizmo, all .. night .. long. Whatddya say? You know you want this package.

|[Big Boobies -- Christina]| ex-cuse you, but I could have any man in this club .. What makes you think I'd want you for one second?

The boobs .. I mean, woman lets out a chuckle as Hall's jaw drops in dis-belief. As if he can't believe the words that just came out of those enormous breasts .. I mean, mouth. Sorry, habbit.

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| HOLD UP. You're sayin' to me, baby doll, that you want anybody else in this room .. And not Scott Hall? Sure, go and get you a man in here .. But I can guarantee ya, ain't none of 'em gonna be six foot six, and better lookin' than ten movie stars, honey. Keep that in mind.

|[Big Boobies -- Christina]| Maybe they won't be, but I know for a fact that you aren't half as good lookin' as even one. And six foot six? I think you're boasting about being so tall .. To make up for something much, much shorter.

Hall's face turns red with anger. He goes towards the woman, as if he was about to knock her on her ass, but while his fist draws back, it's held there by an arm that shot out of nowhere. The camera pans back a little bit to reveal the face of a laughing Triple H. Hunter laughs at Hall, and drops his hand.

|[The Game -- Triple H]| The only thing that Scotty boy here has short is his attention span. Am I right, Scott?

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| The hell are you talkin' about, chico? Short attention span? I have one of the longest attenti .. Hey, what's the name of this club again?

|[The Game -- Triple H]| ... Come on, Scott. Let's get you out of this heat .. I think it's starting to effect your head.

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| BUT IT'S LIKE 60 DEBREES!

|[The Game -- Triple H]| Scott .. It isn't debree, it's degree. Debree is .. Forget it.

Hunter walks past Hall & Christina and jerks his head towards two empty bar stools at Hall. Trips continues his walk towards the barstool, and props himself down on the left one. Scott follows suit, and sits on the one facing Trips' face.

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| Man .. What .. Want do you? Hall .. Scott .. Machizmo .. ?

|[The Game -- Triple H]| It figures they'd pair me with this jerkoff again ..

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| What you say .. big hall?

|[The Game -- Triple H]| I said .. Great to be workin' with ya again, Scott.

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| I .. totally .. booz man, just .. booz.

Trips looks up to the ceiling and puts his hands on his forehead with a facial expression as if it was saying "Remind me to beat the crap out of Heyman for having me and this over-the-hill drunk in a reunion". However that face is quickly broken when Scott lets out a verbal gasket, shocking the hell out of Hunter.

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| BOOM!

.... And that's all she wrote. With one solid "BOOM" sound effect from the mouth of Scott Hall, Scott falls out of the stool and on to the floor out cold. Hunter tilts his head slightly and starts to nudge him with the tip of his shoe. Nothing. Finally, Trips gives up on him, realizing he's taking a much needed nap.

|[The Game -- Triple H]| .. He should be ok there by himself .. For a while .. Maybe.

Trips continues looking down at the highly intoxicated Scott Hall. He shrugs it off and turns around, heading towards a flight of black cast-iron stairs. One foot's laid on to the bottom step, he turns around to take one final glimpse at the crowd of people including Hall. He then turns his back to the people and heads up the stairs. 16 steps later, Hunter reaches his destination. He props his feet up on a coffee table, and plops himself down on a couch. On the coffee table lies something .. Totally out of the ordinary to say the least. A beer can on a string. Hunter picks up the beer can and examines it, before turning his head upwards, and sees that ever-so-annoying camera is still dead set in the face of Trips.

|[The Game -- Triple H]| Jesus Christ, you people don't give up do you? What the hell is this Candid Camera? I've been away from this crap so long .. I don't see why the hell I came back to begin with. When I was away from all the cameras and the fans .. The disgusting locker rooms .. Having to share a shower room with Rikishi's chunky-peanut-buttered-ass .. It was surprisingly enough peaceful. It was totally different. Why'd I come back to it all?

Triple H rubs his goatee and looks down in to the beautiful marble coloring of the coffee table. Not even 3 seconds later Hunter snaps back up at the camera with an expression as if his head was about to turn around and spit pea soup everywhere.

|[The Game -- Triple H]| TO BE .. THE DAMN .. BEST!

Hunter continues staring in to the camera, breathing heavily. Still having the beer can on a string in hand, he takes it and runs the string through his right hand. Trips grasps the string, and walks towards an open window over-looking the dance club, and lowers the can; still staring down in to the dance floor.

|[The Game -- Triple H]| .. I've said it before and ya can bet your ass I'm gonna say it again. Sean O'Haire, over on Slam, you have something that belongs to me. The W M 2 K 1 Championship O'Haire, THAT STRAP IS MINE! God knows how many times I've stressed that, but I learned something during the time that I was recovering from my broken neck .. courtesy Big Nasty. I learned a DAMN valuable lesson .. That being, when something's yours .. Then it's yours regardless of who the hell holds it. It could be you O'Haire, it could be RVD, it could be Steak Knives Festus who lives under the deep-fryer at the McDonalds across the street from here .. The fact of the matter, IT'S STILL MINE! So .. screw it. Keep your strap .. Keep MY strap, I'm done with it. However .. Something I'm not done with, is this .. Smackdown. My new home. To Hell with Slam .. I have some .. un finished .. business? To attend to here. Ya see I've played this game long enough .. To know when and how to play to win, much like I know how to get the attention of a drunk.

Trips lowers his eyes down, and sees the now consious Scott Hall dangling 6 feet in the air, holding on to the beer can on a string for dear life.

|[The Man -- Scott Hall]| BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!! AY YOOOOOO!

Hall starts to flail about on the string as if he were a fish that just got caught by some very intoxicating bait. Thanks to Hall's flailing, the string snaps, and Hall crashes back first down on to the bar; breaking through it and about 500 glass beer bottles.

|[The Game -- Triple H]| Looks like he's still good for something after all; amusement.

After a few more seconds, staring a hole in to Hall and the people surrounding him, gawking .. Yeah they're gawking, what the hell's new? It's like a car wreck, everybody stops to stare like meat-faced idiots for 45 minutes. Hunter turns his back to the window and walks towards the couch once again. He props himself down, as the camera zooms in on him.

|[The Game -- Triple H]| Right now if you're thinkin' to yourselves at home .. "Wow, Hunter and Scott used to be the best of friends .. It's been like that for years, why's he bein' such a hardass?", and believe me .. I know you people well enough to know that's EXACTLY what's going through your minds. The bottom line is, Triple H is NOT the type'a guy that considers "friendship" a higher-upper on his list. This business, hell, this world .. It's all about one thing. Survial of the fittest. Eat or be eaten. Win .. Or be beaten. Scott Hall is a prime example of the text book theory .. Natural Selection. The highest on the food chain survives and nothing less. 5 or 6 years ago .. Hall could go with the best of them. He'd be the one that'd do the eating .. the winning .. the SURVIVING. But now .. He's nothing but a sad .. old man, that lost everything from his personal life to professional. Thing is .. If it wasn't for me, last Sunday .. He'd of gotten his ass handed to him by someone even worse off than him. Bill Goldberg. Goldy, hear me out right here .. and right .. Now. Understand at Vengeance I wasn't after your ass when I took you down .. I was out to set an example. Nothing more, and nothin' less. But what'd you do, Goldberg? Just what the hell did you do? You decided to make this personal. You went to Shane McMahon and requested my ass in that ring this Thursday on Smackdown, didn't ya? How 'bout that? Da Man has some balls after all .. And here I thought you'd stick to the small fry like Hall. No, you didn't do that. You wanna go after the new guy in town .. the newest and might I add BEST DAMN ADDITION to that Smackdown locker room. Bill, I'm gonna tell your ass right now: I admire your balls alright, and I also admire your stupidity .. Makes for all the easier of a return-victory, am I right? YOU BET YOUR ASS I'M RIGHT! We aren't even that far away now .. are we, Bill? Nah nah, not at all. What's the count? 5 days? Yeah .. Five. Five days. Hell, man, it's a Saturday, you should be out right now. Enjoying life, maybe even take a walk along the beach with the little woman. I suggest you do so as soon as possible .. While you still can.

Hunter reaches down underneath the couch and starts to feel for something. Finally, his hand comes across whatever it may be. A sick look comes across Hunter's face, while he pulls his hand up. Slowly, a wooden stick is revealed more and more and more, till the end of it comes with a glistening metal object on the end. Good f'n God it's a sledgehammer .. he keeps these things stocked better than a soccer mom does happy meals in a mini-van. Trips looks in to the metal of the sledgehammer. A spark in his eye can be seen, as if happiness is consuming him more and more with every second he holds that sledge. But not the normal happiness .. The happiness that can only be sestained by a pathological, manipulative, son of a bitch. Fits the man to a key, no?

|[The Game -- Triple H]| Weapons .. Are very .. very special things. A wise man once said, only a fool trusts his life to one .. But a sick, derranged man once said in reply .. Screw trusting my life to it, they're just another way to HURT! Hear that? That's the clock tickin' down .. The sand pouring more and more from that hour glass .. The sound of this .. very .. sledgehammer, piercing the skin on that bald head of yours. It's drawing near 'Berg .. DAMN NEAR. There .. ya got what you wanted, didn't you? You can go now. What's that, don't wanna go? Maybe I could be of some assistance to your punk ass?

Triple H raises the sledgehammer high above his head and .. WHAM! Right through the fuckin' camera lense! Trips lets out a snarl-like-grin, and stares at the scared pissless camera man ..

|[The Game -- Triple H]| Hah .. Very, very unfortunate camera lense there, huh? Ah well, .. It was at the right place at the right time I suppose .. sound familiar, 'Berg? That damn camera .. That's the final warning shot right there .. All warnings issued, and now Bill ..

Lost The Game: Matt Hardy, Stone Cold Steve Austin x2, Hayabusa, Sandman, Justin Credible, Tommy Dreamer, Bubba Ray Dudley x5, Spike Dudley, D'Von Dudley, Bill Goldberg?