Scene opens somewhere outside of a catholic style church. Sunday afternoon. a black shadow is cast upon a sidewalk leading up to the wooden double doors of the church. Footsteps are slowly heard walking towards the door. The shadow, ominously grows larger over the cream paved sidewalk. The man gets to the double doors and leans in. He opens the right door and steps through, entering the church, door shutting behind him. He continues to walk down the main hall aisle when he spots a mirror out of the corner of his eye. Instead of continuing his route he stops and stares in to the mirror. What's seen is the face of a man that's gone off of the edge, and likes it. Triple H is here, but, why in a church, of all places? The last thing Hunter Hearst Helmsley is, is a religious fanatic. What the hell's he doing here? Hunter smirks at his reflection in the mirror before taking his sunglasses off and placing them gently in to his breast pocket. Dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a matching jacket, along with a baby blue dress shirt, he begins to continue his path when he sees a nun crossing his path, to the left of him. An elderly woman, looks to be in her late 60's or early 70's.
+ the game; triple h + Hey, gran'ma, hobble that ass on over here for a second, I got a question.
The nun's jaw drops in shock and appall at the tone of Triple H's voice, and begins 'hobbling'.
+ the religious one; nun + Young man, please refrain from using such language. We are in the house of the lord. I..
+ the game; triple h + I understand that...Forgive me Lord..Now Can I ask You the Question already? I need to know where I could find a priest, one that doesn't rape 9 year olds, preferably. But hell if you're all out of those, any'll be fine.
A sick look of amusement creeps along the face of Triple H, as he begins nodding his head in laughter. He definitely slays himself with the comedic cracks, no doubt about that.
+ the religious one; nun + God have mercy on your soul!
The nun begins to walk off, which angers Triple H to a point where he resorts to yelling.
+ the game; triple h + HEY YOU OLD HAG, YOU NEVER ANSWERED THE QUESTION!
Trips' face turns bright red. He kicks the wall out of frusteration and shakes his head, before turning around and continuing his quest to apparently .. find a priest. After several twists and turns, finally, he gives up and turns back. As soon as he gets back to the entrance, he spots 2 large boxes. Hunter's found something where a priest would be more than anywhere, he's found a confessional. An evil look crosses Triple H's face, an un-holy one. Hunter makes his way in to the box and waits. Soon after a priest follows suit in to the right confessional box, Triple H sitting on the left.
+ priest + Hello my son, what is your confession?
Triple H looks down to himself and lets out a small chuckle, confusing the priest.
+ priest + Do.. you have a confession, my son?
+ the game; triple h + Have you ever.. ever felt.. different from everybody else?
+ priest + excuse me?
+ the game; triple h + you know, different. Set apart from everybody else in the world. I feel that every day of my life.
+ priest + What are you getting at my son? You have confused me..
+ the game; triple h + LISTEN TO WHAT'S COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH YOU DUMB BASTARD!
The priest's jaw drops wide open. He doesn't know who's on the other side of him, and I don't think he wants to either.
+ the game; triple h + There are normal people in the world. And then there are different people. Then, there are freaks. I'm a little of all three. Ya got the normal side of me. Fun loving, clever, easy going. Then you got the .. different .. part of me. That's where things take a turn south. Still fun loving, but, for the different reasons. My fun is taken in the misfortune of others. My cleverness is used to inflict pain among those I choose, and I'm sure as hell not easy going. Then .. there's the sadistic side of me. Screw fun loving, screw being clever, TO HELL WITH BEING EASY GOING! I want to hurt, and I'll go to any lengths neccesary to hurt. Do you understand what I'm getting at here?
+ priest + And you want me to help you with this ...
+ the game; triple h + Help me with it? I WANT YOU TO MAKE IT STRONGER YOU SON OF A BITCH! See, as of late I've been called many things. Off my game, LAZY, desireless. I've been told that nothing I try at I can succeed. Do you get me? NOTHING! Why? BECAUSE I AM NOTHING! I'M GARBAGE! That's what they tell me. They think that they've done nothing but supply themselves with amusement, but the fact of the matter is they've done NOTHING, but awoken a demon that which Satan himself would grovel to on his very knees! No normal, no easy going, they've woken up the sadistic, cold, heartless bastard in me. And you know what? It's been BEGGING for a way out for months.. And now, it's found one. All there's left to do now, is let the body count .. begin.
+ priest + My god, you're crazy! You.. You deserve to rot in Hell!
+ the game; triple h + Hell? HELL!? You want me to rot .. in Hell? Obviously you don't know who I am. If you did, you'd know that EVERYBODY that locks eyes with me, across this damn world. It could be from Steak Knives Festus that sleeps in this very box at night, to you, to George 'Dubya' Bush. You lock eyes with ME, old man, and you will truly know, in that soft, pathetic heart of yours.. That you may want me to rot in hell.. but the reality is..
Hell WOULD NOT HAVE ME!
And YOU, are best served, to never .. forget it.
Triple H kicks the door to the confessional open, cracking it against the priest's sending the box slightly rocking. Triple H shakes his head and goes back through the double doors. As he begins to take his glasses out of his pocket and put them back over his eyes, Trips notices a camera zooming in on his face. He lifts his head up in, strangely, amusement, and slides the glasses back in to his pocket. Hunter glances past the camera, in to the eyes of hte cameraman.
+ the game; triple h + Living life through a camera lense. Is that all you know how to do? Can you do nothing more than what your boss tells you to do? Did I ask you to come here today? No. You followed me. You followed me because your boss told you to. Stephanie McMahon, Shane McMahon? Which McMahon? Or was it someone else? Is that all you're ever gonna do? Is that all you CAN do? I think that it is. I have alot higher priorities than that, kid. You answer to some suit, I answer to nobody, but ME. I don't answer to Shane, I don't answer to Steph, even though she IS THE Hottest Boss Anyone Could Have, and I sure as hell don't answer to .. Brock .. Lesnar...Or Edge. Edge my boy, what you are is a perfect example of what I just told that priest back there. No, don't try to act like you, being the jackoff that you are, didn't film that too. I don't know how the hell you people do it, but YOU DO. Edge, I know you're watching, so why don't you take my advice and LISTEN?
You think you're better than me Steiner. You think you've got the fans support, which signifies you being MY superior? I got news for ya punk,
I HAVE NO SUPERIOR!
Triple H's face of anger swells even more in to the lense of the camera. Teeth gritting, hair slowly trickling down in to the face of the Game, strand by strand.
+ the game; triple h + EDDDDDDGGGGGGEEEE! I for one, hope to God almighty that you bring everything that you have humanly GOT to Smackdown Thursday, because i'll tell ya exactly what it's gonna be! a day of Judgment, and on that day of Judgment, I want you to be at your tip top performance PEAK, so you will have NO EXCUSES, after I BEAT Your Prettyboy Ass! And if you're wondering, no Edge and no Lesnar, no, you can't make up the old 'it wasn't my type of match, I was at a disadvantage' excuse, because we all know they banned Viagra on a Pole matches long ago. Edge please, I beg of you, understand the fact that I want you to be as good as you can possibly BE! Because Edge my man, as good as you can possibly be, hell, you might just BE that damn good. But even if ya are, make no mistake about it, I am
THAT DAMN UNSTOPPABLE!
See ya Thursday, Edge .. See ya, Thursday..
Triple H puts his glasses back on, and continues to walk along the sidewalk, exiting the church. Scene cuts.