HHH Shoots

{Triple H's theme song rings out as the crowd goes crazy. He's against the fans, but it's almost hard for them to boo him as many of these fans have liked him since the beginning. There's some boos, but there's mostly cheers. Triple H walks all the way down the ramp and hops into the ring with his microphone and looks straight into the crowd's eyes as he speaks.}



Triple H: So it seems you people just don't get it.... I tell you people that I don't give two shits about you, and you cheer me?

{The crowd cheers, probably because well, with the nWo and so many heels, they have to root for somebody.}

Triple H: You know, if you people weren't such morons then I may actually take you seriously. The fact that you all root for me even though I'm blatantly telling you that I don't like you is the biggest stupidity from anyone I've ever seen.. Do you people speak English? Do you know what I'm saying?

{The crowd then begins in a, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" chant. Triple H is confused.}

Triple H: Reverse psychology, is it? You think you're annoying me, getting under my skin, making me just want to punch a wall? Well, it doesn't work. I'm the master of mind games, the cerebral assassin, there's no way you're getting into my head.

{"nWo! nWo! nWo!"}

Triple H: I don't give a rat's ass about the nWo. They think that they can still wrestle, they think they're intimidating the roster, but they can intimidate them all they want because they don't have me fooled. Their "pack mentality" isn't because they're this dominant force; they just simply can't match up when they go one on one so maybe with multiple people they have a chance. And they think they're this hot topic, well let me tell you, Triple H has always been the hot topic. And this horse crap they pretend to, "dominate?" Are you serious? They're taking on a one man Main Event Mafia... AJ Styles. A whining bitch who represents these, I don't even have a word for them people in the crowd. And the Jericho Alliance who is led by a man who couldn't even get out of a submission from Dolph Ziggler and then had the balls to go backstage and tell everybody how pissed off he was about it. Jericho, maybe if you were going to complain you should get out a little dress and put it on too, then you should get a nice tea set and play house with your best friend, Ryback. Maybe you could have a picnic too, Ryback seems to love food.



Triple H: You see the fact is that all of these people we have right now don't mean anything to me. I could take on any of them, right here... Right now. But tonight I get the "privilege" of facing Hulk Hogan. *In a Hulk voice.* Are you ready, brother? Because brother, I'm probably going to have a heart attack when I try to do a leg drop on you, brother. And then whatchu' gonna do, when I lay down for you... I'll tell you what you're going to do, Hulk, you're going to walk into that ring a broken down man, and you're going to leave that ring knowing you should have never faced The Game. Because you're just an old controller, a broken piece, you don't have everything you think you used to, you're just asking to have your ass kicked. And then one by one you'll all go down, the nWo, the Main Event Mafia, the Jericho Alliance, and all those other damn superstars that think they're something until there's only one man... One sole survivor... The best of the best.... The King of Kings, Triple H, reigns supreme over all of you.

[TBC Anyone]

*Kevin Nash comes out to a mixed reaction, he is on stage with a mic*

Nash: Hunter...Hunter...Hunter...man what's the deal? We used to tight bro and now you're out here running your mouth about things you don't seem to understand. I know we've locked horns in the past and ill be the better man and admit you've come out on top every time, and with that being said I can't let you continue down this path. Ill give you two choices and this is only because of the history we have had in the past and my respect for you. You can either join us, or ill have to take you out. I'm sorry bro, but I just can't have you getting in our way. So what's it gonna be?

TBC Triple H only (sorry for the lack of formatting, I'm on my phone ill fix this when I get home... Did it for you )

{Triple H hesitates and thinks of how to respond until finally raising the mic..}



Triple H: It makes me chuckle to see you think I'd ever want to join you. Don't think I haven't been watching, you and your nWo have been giving people options all night. You're asking anybody and everybody to join hands with you and you promise that you'll get places. But I know you better than that, Nash, you're just in this for yourself, and I'm in this for myself. And now, you even admit I've gotten the better of you every time. Well if you're so confident that history won't be repeating itself then why don't you put it to the test... If Kevin Nash thinks he can take me out now when he couldn't take me out in his prime, then I just dare you and any of your nWo goons to try it. At the Pay Per View, next week, I want to see you there.

[TBC Nash only]

*Nash stares down Triple H for a moment then heads toward the ring*

*Nash enters the ring, and gets right in Triple H's face*

Nash: I ACCEPT! You wanna go? Then we can settle this next sunday... in a cell. Hell in a Cell!

Triple H: I don't know if you realized this or not, but Nash, we've only just come back. We'll have plenty of opportunities to hurt ourselves in devilish structures, but if you believe for one second that I'm about to step into the ring in that sadistic environment just to prove my point then you're wrong. You're not worth hurting my body just to send a message to, and if the nWo got into that cell and locked the door... We already know what you guys could do. But I will face you next sunday, but my match? I want you in a steel cage. That way there's no chance nWo could get involved, and there's no chance you'll hurt me. It's game on, Nash.