HHH: Tonight, on Halftime HeAT, you've got three men that are gonna step into that ring and unleash Hell upon each other while the little boys in helmets take a break from playing with their balls. And make no mistake, there's no helmets here. There's also no pads and there's no time outs! So skip the crappy "concert" and tune in tonight as The Game lays waste to Mick Foley and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin.
Hunter pauses for a moment for another drink of water. He then pours some over his head as he continues to pump himself up for his huge match.
HHH: What hangs in the balance, what's up for grabs is a shot at the grandest prize in the sport of professional wrestling, Kurt Angle's world championship at St. Valentine's Day Massacre! Austin, I've already let you know how I feel about you. You're just a roadblock for me. You want what I want, but the unfortunate fact is that it ain't gonna happen, Austin! Because I'm just flat out better than you. While you're sitting on your ass fishing or drinking beers, I'm busting my ass in the gym and in the ring day in and day out. I know Foley doesn't know a damn thing about that either.
Triple H chuckles at the thought of Mankind's physique and in-ring prowess.
HHH: Speaking of, why are you even here, Foley? Huh? You don't have anything to do with this, and the smartest thing would have been to keep your nose out of it. Too bad for you the time for that has come and passed, and now you've gotta play The Game tonight just like Austin does. Just don't make any big plans for St. Valentine's Day Massacre, because you definitely aren't going to be flying your cute little family out to watch you wrestle for the world title. That's gonna be ME as I put Kurt down just like I'm going to put you and Austin down tonight, Foley. And then, I'm gonna raise my hand high with that world championship belt wrapped around my waist!
Triple H takes one more drink of water, spitting it out all over the camera lens as the scene fades to black.
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