TRIPLE H || THE KING OF KINGS

The King of Kings Returns

[•>> Prologue <<•]
Over the past 10 years we have seen the uprising of a new king in the wrestling industry. A man who resides from the headquarters of the World Wrestling Entertainment has dedicated his whole life to the squared circle. Training from a young age this man has vowed to become the best there is and those thoughts have been fulfilled. What is next for this man? Is it his time to pick up his 12th World Championship? The new company marks a new start for the Game and for those others on the Legendary roster there game has only just begun. The Game, The Cerebral Assassin, The King of Kings Triple H IS BACK.
[•>> End Of Prologue <<•]

[•>> Scene One <<•]
[•>> The Game and The Boss Meet <<•]
The black screen fades to show a huge office that seemed to be at the top of a huge building where the views outside the windows where of the great city of Stanford, Connecticut. The atmosphere seemed quite tense at first but eased off as the scene became more clear as the camera drew back to show the familiar figure of the Devil Himself Vincent Kennedy McMahon, owner of World Wrestling Federation after taking the company off his father many, many years earlier. If it was not for Vince then the business would not be in its current state and have become a world wide familiar. It was now clear that the scene was taking place in the office of the boss at the World Wrestling Federation Headquarters in the hometown of Vince, Standford, Connecticut. Vince was sitting on a chair with the desk in front of him and he had a small smirk across his face as he saw a set of papers be placed in front of him on the desk. There was one place on the page that caught the attention of Mr. McMahon and the camera. On a dotted line stood the words, "Paul "Triple H" Levesque". Vince seemed pleased that there words were written there as the grin widened on his face and he stood up out his chair and outstretched a hand over the table signalling a handshake from the person sitting opposite. The scene once again expanded showing another figure wearing a skin tight black t-shirt which had a familiar looking skull on it. Accompanying this was a pair of black jeans and a pair of sunglasses. The man standing opposite the boss was the 10-Time World Champion Triple H and he had just signed a contract to become the latest addition in the new company named World Wrestling Entertainment Legends. Triple H was now on the roster and also placed his hand out for a hand shake with Mr. McMahon.

• The Boss || Vincent Kennedy McMahon || The Devil •
Well Hunter it is great to get your signature to join us back in the old days here in the World Wrestling Entertainment. I am sure that you remember what it has been like between us two over the past 10 years or so and i have a pro-position for you. I am willing to put hour history behind us and start a new company on a new slate. What do ya say man lets forget all that?

By this point Vince had come around the desk from where he initially stood and he now stood toe-to-toe with the King of Kings Triple H. He stared into the now cleared eyes of Triple H who had raised his sunglasses to the top of his head. He took a deep breath with a smirk across his face and looked down to the boss.

• The Game || Triple H || The King of Kings •
Well if you don’t mind me saying Vince nice speech very nice speech but seriously were have you been for the last ten years. Your life has been torture at the hands of myself. Those past years have been some of the best days of my life but Vinny i feel it is time to stop the fun and be serious. It is now the time to sit back and really look at my opporunities in this business and really earn them. Vince you have helped me through all my career and that will change. Vince you can sit back and relax and watch me the King of Kings himself destroy your rosters as i take the titles that are rightfully mine. Vince the games stop here, the game is only just beginning. The career i have had will be taken to the highest level anyone has ever seen and it begins this week on the number one brand my home Monday Night RAW. The fans adore the Game and it is because i am that damn good. Vince you have stood in my way of being a mark above the rest more than i already am. You stood in my way and denied me title shots left, right and center and i will never forget that. If it was not for me, YOUR business would not be anything like it is today. You should bow down to me like all my adoring fans around the world. I am the King of Kings and my first mission will be to dethrone you Vince. The big chairman himself will fall down and bow down to the rightful king of the WWE. I am at the top and all look up to me. Vince i am the King of Kings and i am That DAMN GOOD!!

Triple H with a wide grin on this face then turned and walked out of the room with a purpose leaving a bewildered Vincent Kennedy McMahon thinking over what had just been said to him. The scene then faded to a black screen once more as the image of the World Wrestling Entertainment Headquarters faded.

[•>> End OF Scene One <<•]

[•>> Scene Two <<•]
[•>> The Arrival of the King <<•]
The black screen fades to show a huge Smackdown arena in a place unknown. The streets outside were deserted as the lights around the arena shone. The camera moved to the inside of the arena where the fans stood and sat anticipating the evening events. It was the debut of the new wrestling company World Wrestling Entertainment UnWritten and it would be the superstars of Friday Night Smackdown who would be leading the nights proceedings. The show was not set to start for another ten minutes or so and the camera switch to the General Managers Office. Vincent Kennedy McMahon, owner of this new company, earlier this week announced that his Smackdown General Manager would be the Nature Boy himself, Ric Flair. Fans had been wondering what kind of a job that the Nature boy could do but flair himself ended these rumors and concerns in a media conference a couple of days after the announcement. He let the wrestling world know that he would be stylin' and profilin' as usual and would not show bias to former friends and protegès. The General Manager was standing face to face with his brand spanking new desk in the General Manager's Room on Friday Nights. Flair had a smirk across his face as the camera entered the room. There was another figure sitting on the couch to the side of Flair's desk. The figure was wearing a black t-shirt, and his wrestling pants with the long boots that he has worn throughout his career. This anonymous figure soon came into focus as being the Legend Killer himself Randy Orton. It seemed as though Orton and Flair had been having a nice little chat when the camera man walked into the office. Flair did not seem to mind but it ticked some kind of nerve inside of Randy Orton. Orton turned his head and stood up rapidly and walked over to the entering cameraman. The fans did not seem to be paying much attention when the scene broke out but they seemed now to want to see what would unfold from this confrontation.

• The Legend Killer .... || Randy Orton || .... Lady Thriller •
What the Hell do you think your doing mate? This is a private chat between me and Flair here. Get the hell out of here now.

Orton now had the camera man round the scruff of the neck and was about to throw him out of the room when the Nature Boy stepped in. Flair rose to his feet and came round the desk casually and moved Orton back from the cameraman and the camera. At doing this a huge cheer erupted from the arena at their delight of the Nature Boy showing his presence as the Smackdown General Manager.

• The Smackdown GM .... || Ric Flair || .... Nature Boy •
Wow, wow, wow, Randy settle down son. This guy is just another stylin' guy like me the Nature Boy, woooooooo!! Now my young fella sit down over there and let me deal with this camera man. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU WALTZING IN HERE YOU LITTLE SON OF A...... I'm only joking with you my friend so there is no need for that gobsmacked face like you've seen a ghost. OK so what you need or want from the Nature Boy, wooooooo!!

Orton was now seated in the seat he started off in and the camera man was a little taken aback by the remarks of the Nature Boy. Throughtout Flair's short speech there could be heard laughter in the crowd as they knew the Nature boy well. He was the Nature Boy and he was showing that he was happy to be back around the wrestling world and in the big seat in charge of Friday Night Smackdown.

• The Cameraman .... || Big Smelly Dave || .... A Texan Legend •
Erm well, Mr Flair i have been asked to give you this letter from someone in this locker room area and i have been told i am not to let anybody know the writer of the letter and it must be given to you one on one which means that any company you have needs to leave for this meeting to take place. I hope that this is ok sir.