"IT'S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME!.."
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The iconic theme song of Triple H hits the PA system and the Smackdown audience pops for the arrival of The Game. Smoke pours out from the stage, as Triple H makes his way out from behind the curtain and places himself behind the haze. Hes dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and the Game steps out from behind the wall of smoke, on cue with his music, and makes his way down to the ring. Triple H walks around one side of the ring, and steps up onto the apron. His music hits that familiar pattern, and HHH stands in the middle looking to each side. On the right note, he leans forward and then back, hitting his signature pose while spraying water in the air. He steps into the ring and pulls out a microphone from his back pocket. HHH waits in the middle of the ring for his music to be cut, before speaking to the Smackdown audience.
Triple H: Tonight, I came out here with one purpose and one purpose only: To call out Dave Batista.
The fans boo at the mention of the name, but Triple H carries on.
Triple H: But you know something, I changed my mind. I wanna get something off my chest first before I call that big hunk of crap out to my ring. Lately on Smackdown, I haven't been.. in the "Game". I haven't been the man. If you get what I'm saying. Lately on Smackdown, I can't catch a break. As if I didnt have anything more to offer to this business, and I was allll washed up. Thats how it looks, thats the way it seems. My win loss record, well... lets just leave that one alone, but the point is that every time Ive been in this ring I haven't given you people the show you want to see. You havent been seeing Triple H at his best and thats a Big. Damn. Problem.
Triple H: Because I don't give a damn if people think I've got nothing left to give, because newsflash, the Game is back and the Game is ON!
The crowd cheers loudly in approval and HHH seems fired up.
Triple H: I'm tired of not being the number one guy on Smackdown, when I know I can run rings around everybody on this roster. I'm a multi time World Champion, among other accomplishments, but in UWF I can't seem to get jack. Oh and the television title doesnt count, for the record. I've been in this business long enough to know that when it's not going your way, you either shape up or ship out and I, am going, Nowhere. See in UWF, things are all backwards. Guys like Damien Sandow get their chances handed to them on a silver platter, guys like Daniel Bryan think they're entitled because he held two meaningless belts at the same damn time. I've been scratching and clawing just to get a chance around here, and finally I've finally got it. You should know I'll make damn well sure I'm not leaving Money in the Bank without my shot at whichever chump of a champion holds that strap!
More cheers from the crowd as the old Triple H seems to be finding his groove again. Triple H turns his attention to the entrance ramp.
Triple H: That just about brings me to the point when I call big Dave out. But you see, Dave is just going to come out here and run his mouth like always. Oh, or maybe, he'll attack me from behind again to show what a big strong tough guy he is. Maybe both, I don't really care. I know Dave inside and out and theres nothing he can do to stop me from being number one contender. I made Dave Batista and I will have no problem with..
Putting
You
Down.
Triple H leans on the ropes, looking out at the stage with a determined look on his face. The crowd is chanting for HHH and singing his praises. About a minute goes by, and Triple H checks his watch looking bored. The crowd is getting restless as Dave hasn't shown. Still nothing as about another thirty seconds rolls by when finally the silence is broken.
"...SPOTLIGHT!"
The recognizable voice blasts through the arena and the fans begin to boo. The lights shut off entirely for a moment, before a single spotlight illuminates the muscular figure of Batista. He's got a mic in hand and the big man speaks as he makes his way down the entrance ramp.
Batista: You know Hunter, I'm sad to say I wasn't surprised. When I watched you come out to "your ring", I guess maybe I was hoping for something a little different. But no, you pulled the same card you've been pulling for years, and get all these friggin fat sheep to follow you week in and week out. Oh boo freakin hoo, you're on a losing streak. You think for one second that you can fool me with this? Really Hunter? I mean, I know these people are dull, but Me? You've got to be joking. It takes more than coming out to that ring and hyping yourself up for the millionth time to get what you want. You actually have to produce results. So drop the act Hunter, You know you're as washed up as everybody things you are. You're nothing but a waste of space!
Batista has slowly, very slowly, made his way down the ramp. Taking his sweet time. He's standing at the foot of it now, and is moving towards the steps but he collects his thoughts first while the fans react.
Batista: Hunter, Hunter, Hunter... I'm gonna do you a favor and set this record straight once and for all. When we were apart of Evolution, you didn't make me; I used you. I took what I needed and what I wanted from you and Ric and I split. And if I'm not mistaken, I know I left your friggin sorry ass hanging time after time after time! I proved I was the breakout star, I became one of the most successful superstars in this industry. I made ME. I DID. You didn't do jack but hog the spotlight! Which now... rightfully belongs to me.
Batista motions around him as obviously, the spotlight is on him. The fans are booing and Batista has climbed up onto the apron. He steps into the ring and the light follows him. You can barely see HHH across the ring. Batista speaks again.
Batista: I'm the guy who took this spotlight from you. You haven't had it for years, and now that I'm back, you wont be seeing it anytime soon. This show isn't run by you, Hunter. Not anymore. I'm going to rip that #1 contendership right out from under you and steamroll through Smackdown like its nothing until I get what belongs to me. That UWF Title is as good as mine, Hunter. The sooner you snap out of your little "Game on" crap, the easier it'll be. At Money in the Bank, I'm going to leave you broken in the middle of this ring. You know I'm better than you Hunter, just hang it up. Just quit already. Go home! Why don't you go run away and join Randy Orton on Raw and hide behind a stupid general manager position? That's all you'd be good for anyway by now, Hunter. Because after I'm done with you, I sincerely doubt you'd be good for much else, other than a doormat.
Batista makes his points clear and the crowd boos at The Animal. The spotlight is lifted off of Batista, and the lights return to normal. Triple H strokes his goatee and takes a minute to respond, but eventually he finds his words.
Triple H: Dave, it took me a minute to comprehend all that garbage that just flew outta your mouth, but I think I finally got the picture. You'd like me to run on home and put on a monkey suit, be all corporate like, and go run a brand into the ground or something. Right? Am I close? Close enough probably. The point is Dave, that you're just out here running your mouth like I said. You can try to leave me broken in this ring but I guaran-damn-te that you're going to fail. I don't know about you, but beating Brian Kendrick isn't... exactly the hardest thing to do, no offense to Brian. But beating me? You know just damn well how hard it is and don't even think you've got some upper hand on me due to our past. This is UWF, This is Smackdown! There's no Evolution, there's no Ric Flair, there's no old Triple H to compare yourself too because that measuring stick is out of date. I'm always redefining, I'm always reinventing the Game and you'll be a damn fool if you think you can base some victory off of the past, Dave Batista. And if you don't like that, then why don't you do something about it.
The Game and The Animal move nose to nose as Batista raises his microphone
Batista: Hunter, I don't play games. Brian Kendrick made that mistake last week when he thought he could do his little dance and quote crap all day long, and he paid the price. You're not in my head, you're not the measuring stick you once were and you will never reach that plateau again because it belongs to this damn Animal right here. And if you think you're going to provoke me by breathing heavy up in my face... you've got another thing coming.
Batista lowers his microphone and the two men stand face to face with each other. The crowd is booing because Batista said he wasn't interested in a fight pretty much. The tension is high between the possible #1 Contenders, before Batista swiftly swings the microphone, clocking Triple H in the side of the head!
Piper
Cole?
Batista: Oops.
Triple H stumbles to his feet, holding the side of his head. Batista drops the microphone and moves in for the assault, but The Game is aware enough to shove Batista away. Dave moves in again, but this time Triple H is up to his feet and the two begin a massive slugfest in the center of the ring. The blows trade at an even pace for a few moments but then Triple H gets the upper hand, sending Dave reeling into the corner with punch after punch. HHH lays into Batista in the corner some more but the Animal grabs HHH from under the arms and trades positions with him, knocking Hunter into the corner now. Batista lays into HHH with shoulder blocks and clubbing blows of his own. By this time, ten security guards have poured out of the Smackdown locker room, heading towards the ring.
Piper:
The security officers split the two men up, backing them into respective corners. Theres a moment of relief, but then Batista explodes out of his corner and runs across the ring, hurtling into the group containing Triple H. The two men exchange even more blows now, before security breaks them up again. Same process, corners to restrain the two men, but Triple H wriggles out and makes a beeline for Batista, tackling him to the ground along with the security team.
Commentator
The crowd explodes with cheers as Hunter punches Batista in the forehead, straight right shots, and a small but visible cut is above Batistas brow from the blows. The security team separates the two men, dragging HHH off of Batista. Dave gets to his feet and into the corner surrounded by part of the security, and HHH is in the same situation. Dave takes this opportunity to shove nearly all the security towards Triple H. Most of them go careening into the other members of the team, but one guy smacks into the Game himself. Triple H shoves him back, but the guy thinking he's a hero, shoves Triple H right back and the crowd just goes silent.
Piper: OH SHIT
Batista has bailed and is making his way up the ramp, being clever and whatnot. And inside the ring, Triple H takes a second to calm himself after the poor boy shoved him back. The security loosen up, seeing HHH is calming down, but the second they have him fully let go, Triple H clotheslines that kid right off of his shoes! Triple H turns around and two security guards rush him, but the Game takes them both out with a double clothesline! Without losing momentum after dropping those two, he grabs one by the head and tosses him clean over the top rope, sailing to the floor with a splat. Two guards grab his arms from behind, spinning HHH around trying to restrain him or calm him down, something. But Triple H drops to his knees and low blows the two guys trying to restrain him, who fall over clutching their manhood.
Commentary.
Triple H sees one guy rushing him head on from across the ring and before that guy can do much, Triple H back drops him over the top rope sending him crashing down onto the man he through out earlier. Triple H is taking no prisoners, and he grabs the nearest one and delivers and stiff spinebuster to the mat! The second to last guy rushes over to HHH, and HE gets dropped with a spinebuster for his troubles! The last guy, the biggest of them all, spins Hunter around. The two make eye contact and the guard is a bit bigger in everyway than Triple H. The big man asks Triple H to calm down, and before he can say more, Triple H kicks the guard in the stomach, hooks both his arms, looks out at Batista on the stage, and Pedigrees the holy hell out of the last security guard. The crowd is going nuts as Triple H just took out ten guys, and Batista stands on the stage, checking his head, and staring down Triple H in the ring. Hunter stands in the wake of bodies and hits his signature pose before we go to break.