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Post by Triple H [T] -Mexi on Sept 21, 2015 3:20:56 GMT -5
Thoughts: The Game is never truly over.
Here I am sitting in a black leather chair dressed right now in a pair of blue jeans and a DX T-shirt. I lean forward and I pause the television on a scene. On my television is the face of Joey the Bastard. I sit back staring at the image and I shake my head in disgust.
“I've sat back twiddling my thumbs acting like I didn't know what was going on. I left the company on a note where I retired under the circumstance of having an easy match. Having that one simple out, a lot of people even looked to the match and said Trips your giving us a joke retirement. In a way the people were right I didn't find myself on the same page as everyone anymore. I found it tiring to walk in and out of that locker room getting no where in Thy wwe. To be honest when I lost to Sheamus after one of the most intense matches of my career I knew the game for the time being was done. So like the men of old I hung up the boots and stepped away. I moved from taking away the light from stars I knew could do better. I was time for a new era. It really was time for those of another generation to take over. I was just a dinosaur living among them as prey. I was worth nothing at the time, an old man trying to hang onto former glory. Trying to claim how much dominance I had over others. But I never truly garnished the gold I wanted, I found my career being a fading light as the young rose up to make a difference. I've seen it to young men like Zak Shields, Joey the Bastard, and Blade LaVigne. I watched women like Demmie Mae and Triana rise up into divisions fighting for titles that weren't meant for them. The world changed and I was historic and outdated. So what did I decide? I stepped away from the company, I headed home and I've been living my life raising three daughters and seeing my wife more on a regular basis. Time passed and people forgot about The Game. Time passed and people stopped caring about what happened before. But I found myself over the last year sitting here. Watching night in and night out. I thought I left the company in better hands then I see the disrespect, the true hatred that Joey has for everyone and how he believes himself better. He refused too, he refused to step into a realm in which I reside. He refused to be in the Hall of Fame. The moment you issued that you had sent letters out inviting others back I knew that was a lie there was nothing in my mail or any of the other guys. I seen him working on a setup. So What did I do other than smirk to myself and show up anyway cutting a promo to get the attention of Joey. But we all saw his little midget Hall of Fame thing go off. Everyone knew what was happening at that point in time. He was setting an example for his match and at the same time making a mockery of men whom he should consider your brothers. But no Joey came across with blatant disrespect something he has become commonly known for.”
I pull back and it is at that moment I pause the screen on the picture of Joey's face.
“Now recently Joey has wanted a piece of my father in law and I was thinking now the kid may have something but no it was a setup. I know from experience that if you want to piss someone off you go straight for the authority. My father in law asked for my help so I obliged him. I've wanted a piece of Joey this entire time since I seen him on the screen acting like some young punk thinking he is different from others who came before him. Acting like immature vikings trying to pillage and plunder their way around Thy wwe as if their names alone should strike fear into others. I found my chance after all this time of waiting what I can do to get a piece of Joey. I am that go to guy that Vince has, I am that upright bad ass card he has up his sleeve. With things set we figured nothing could go wrong. But then it happened we were at the show I was coming out to kick Joey's ass and they had my wife. I got handcuffed, it was not how things were supposed to go and they threatened to cave in her skull....”
At that moment I stood up from the chair I was in within my own home and grabbed a sledgehammer from behind the chair. I looked to the television and swung the hammer right at the paused picture of Joey's face caving in the front of the television as sparks flew. It literally went right through the flat screen and fell smoking to the floor. I pulled the sledgehammer out of the television.
“Joey what you did is you woke up something inside of me that was asleep. In the beginning all I wanted to do was face you get back into the groove while making you understand respect. But no what was done is you took away my strength by threatening my wife. I don't care about the little tirade you have with my father in law now. As far as I am concerned the old man can stay home because not even he will be able to stop the things I plan on doing to you. What you did Joey is you woken the dark hunter inside me. The same kind of man that I once was that walked into Thy wwe. You put the life of my wife on the line, you put the life of my daughters on the line by threatening to take away their mother. Joey you are indeed a different breed, you are a lowlife the kind that should be locked up and exterminated. But some how you escaped that life and wormed your little way into the business able to escape through loopholes. But I promise you Joey what you did was make it impossible to escape from me.”
With that I took the sledgehammer and slammed it into the broken television set. I would turn around and swung the sledgehammer at the camera recording that wanted word from me inside my home. I was done sharing for the moment.
From King of Kings to Head Hunter
I sit in the locker room dressed in my ring attire my head is down as I let the water flow through my hair. I grew my hair back out with time off. I didn't like the short look and I wasn't going to play corporate look with my father in law. I have to much self respect for that, I tried it for about a week and then told Steph I wasn't ready for a suit yet. Seeing Joey on his rant Steph realized I was coming back to the ring. Now here I sat as my locker room door opened and Steph walked in just then looking at me.
“Hunter you don't have to do this he is a monster and all he wants is my father he isn't going to just let you walk out of there without a scratch. It is a no holds barred match which means he can do anything to you Hunter. You have to stay back here don't worry I am okay, he didn't hurt me I am fine. But our girls don't need to have a father that might never walk again if Joey has his way about it. You are walking into something that you may not walk out of Hunter...I mean come on Paul please don't do this. We can just leave.”
That was the pusher I stood up fast and I lifted the bench I had been sitting on and threw it against the wall. I turned looking at Steph my anger was there, no hiding it I looked into her eyes.
“No Steph, no way in hell am I just walking away from someone that could have killed you. I am not done in yet, and Joey caused his own destruction for whatever reason if he beats your father at the coming Pay per View then I will hunt him down myself. Joey is in no way going to be someone that gloats about beating people. I am not even going to allow Joey to reach the Pay per View in fact I will make sure if I can that he never makes it. Beating Joey within an inch of his life is the only thing on my mind. I don't care about being The Game because normally I know how this is played, I don't care about being The King of Kings because a guy who gloats about his past glory while sitting back doing nothing is not what is needed. What is needed right now Stephanie is me to be a Head Hunter. Now I find myself looking at the direction of Joey The Bastard and his little land of misfit bitches. If I have to I will weed them out to stop the plague. The thing is Steph, the moment he threatened you it went from business to personal which is not something you do to my family! No this doesn't end like that. This starts now because if Joey is going to be busy with your dad then I am going to find a way to track each and everyone of those little ass clowns down. If need be you will step up Steph because you will get Triana if it ever comes to that. Because if I get my hands on Joey's bitch I will go as far as he did. I want Joey's head stuck on a pike outside of our house to warn people. That is how far Joey has taken this with me and I will be damned if I let him just walk away.”
Steph looked at me like she was going to cry she saw how angry I was she looked at the bench which had splinted apart from being thrown. I walked to the door grabbing my sledgehammer that I had left there. I stopped only for a minute.
“Go home Steph. Don't wait up, don't watch the show. Don't even let our girls watch. I'm going to break Joey, I am going to crush his knee caps and as he crawls away. I will make it worse and drive this sledgehammer into his spine. I will work my way up to his neck to a point he will never be able to walk or move again. I am going to a dark place because he threatened you. I will make sure Joey never ever can lift a finger at us again. Joey The Bastard will be Joey The Broken Bitch when I am through.”
I walked out of the locker room as Steph was silent my goal was set and my mission was clear. I was going to end one Joey The Bastard.
Here I am sitting in a black leather chair dressed right now in a pair of blue jeans and a DX T-shirt. I lean forward and I pause the television on a scene. On my television is the face of Joey the Bastard. I sit back staring at the image and I shake my head in disgust.
“I've sat back twiddling my thumbs acting like I didn't know what was going on. I left the company on a note where I retired under the circumstance of having an easy match. Having that one simple out, a lot of people even looked to the match and said Trips your giving us a joke retirement. In a way the people were right I didn't find myself on the same page as everyone anymore. I found it tiring to walk in and out of that locker room getting no where in Thy wwe. To be honest when I lost to Sheamus after one of the most intense matches of my career I knew the game for the time being was done. So like the men of old I hung up the boots and stepped away. I moved from taking away the light from stars I knew could do better. I was time for a new era. It really was time for those of another generation to take over. I was just a dinosaur living among them as prey. I was worth nothing at the time, an old man trying to hang onto former glory. Trying to claim how much dominance I had over others. But I never truly garnished the gold I wanted, I found my career being a fading light as the young rose up to make a difference. I've seen it to young men like Zak Shields, Joey the Bastard, and Blade LaVigne. I watched women like Demmie Mae and Triana rise up into divisions fighting for titles that weren't meant for them. The world changed and I was historic and outdated. So what did I decide? I stepped away from the company, I headed home and I've been living my life raising three daughters and seeing my wife more on a regular basis. Time passed and people forgot about The Game. Time passed and people stopped caring about what happened before. But I found myself over the last year sitting here. Watching night in and night out. I thought I left the company in better hands then I see the disrespect, the true hatred that Joey has for everyone and how he believes himself better. He refused too, he refused to step into a realm in which I reside. He refused to be in the Hall of Fame. The moment you issued that you had sent letters out inviting others back I knew that was a lie there was nothing in my mail or any of the other guys. I seen him working on a setup. So What did I do other than smirk to myself and show up anyway cutting a promo to get the attention of Joey. But we all saw his little midget Hall of Fame thing go off. Everyone knew what was happening at that point in time. He was setting an example for his match and at the same time making a mockery of men whom he should consider your brothers. But no Joey came across with blatant disrespect something he has become commonly known for.”
I pull back and it is at that moment I pause the screen on the picture of Joey's face.
“Now recently Joey has wanted a piece of my father in law and I was thinking now the kid may have something but no it was a setup. I know from experience that if you want to piss someone off you go straight for the authority. My father in law asked for my help so I obliged him. I've wanted a piece of Joey this entire time since I seen him on the screen acting like some young punk thinking he is different from others who came before him. Acting like immature vikings trying to pillage and plunder their way around Thy wwe as if their names alone should strike fear into others. I found my chance after all this time of waiting what I can do to get a piece of Joey. I am that go to guy that Vince has, I am that upright bad ass card he has up his sleeve. With things set we figured nothing could go wrong. But then it happened we were at the show I was coming out to kick Joey's ass and they had my wife. I got handcuffed, it was not how things were supposed to go and they threatened to cave in her skull....”
At that moment I stood up from the chair I was in within my own home and grabbed a sledgehammer from behind the chair. I looked to the television and swung the hammer right at the paused picture of Joey's face caving in the front of the television as sparks flew. It literally went right through the flat screen and fell smoking to the floor. I pulled the sledgehammer out of the television.
“Joey what you did is you woke up something inside of me that was asleep. In the beginning all I wanted to do was face you get back into the groove while making you understand respect. But no what was done is you took away my strength by threatening my wife. I don't care about the little tirade you have with my father in law now. As far as I am concerned the old man can stay home because not even he will be able to stop the things I plan on doing to you. What you did Joey is you woken the dark hunter inside me. The same kind of man that I once was that walked into Thy wwe. You put the life of my wife on the line, you put the life of my daughters on the line by threatening to take away their mother. Joey you are indeed a different breed, you are a lowlife the kind that should be locked up and exterminated. But some how you escaped that life and wormed your little way into the business able to escape through loopholes. But I promise you Joey what you did was make it impossible to escape from me.”
With that I took the sledgehammer and slammed it into the broken television set. I would turn around and swung the sledgehammer at the camera recording that wanted word from me inside my home. I was done sharing for the moment.
From King of Kings to Head Hunter
I sit in the locker room dressed in my ring attire my head is down as I let the water flow through my hair. I grew my hair back out with time off. I didn't like the short look and I wasn't going to play corporate look with my father in law. I have to much self respect for that, I tried it for about a week and then told Steph I wasn't ready for a suit yet. Seeing Joey on his rant Steph realized I was coming back to the ring. Now here I sat as my locker room door opened and Steph walked in just then looking at me.
“Hunter you don't have to do this he is a monster and all he wants is my father he isn't going to just let you walk out of there without a scratch. It is a no holds barred match which means he can do anything to you Hunter. You have to stay back here don't worry I am okay, he didn't hurt me I am fine. But our girls don't need to have a father that might never walk again if Joey has his way about it. You are walking into something that you may not walk out of Hunter...I mean come on Paul please don't do this. We can just leave.”
That was the pusher I stood up fast and I lifted the bench I had been sitting on and threw it against the wall. I turned looking at Steph my anger was there, no hiding it I looked into her eyes.
“No Steph, no way in hell am I just walking away from someone that could have killed you. I am not done in yet, and Joey caused his own destruction for whatever reason if he beats your father at the coming Pay per View then I will hunt him down myself. Joey is in no way going to be someone that gloats about beating people. I am not even going to allow Joey to reach the Pay per View in fact I will make sure if I can that he never makes it. Beating Joey within an inch of his life is the only thing on my mind. I don't care about being The Game because normally I know how this is played, I don't care about being The King of Kings because a guy who gloats about his past glory while sitting back doing nothing is not what is needed. What is needed right now Stephanie is me to be a Head Hunter. Now I find myself looking at the direction of Joey The Bastard and his little land of misfit bitches. If I have to I will weed them out to stop the plague. The thing is Steph, the moment he threatened you it went from business to personal which is not something you do to my family! No this doesn't end like that. This starts now because if Joey is going to be busy with your dad then I am going to find a way to track each and everyone of those little ass clowns down. If need be you will step up Steph because you will get Triana if it ever comes to that. Because if I get my hands on Joey's bitch I will go as far as he did. I want Joey's head stuck on a pike outside of our house to warn people. That is how far Joey has taken this with me and I will be damned if I let him just walk away.”
Steph looked at me like she was going to cry she saw how angry I was she looked at the bench which had splinted apart from being thrown. I walked to the door grabbing my sledgehammer that I had left there. I stopped only for a minute.
“Go home Steph. Don't wait up, don't watch the show. Don't even let our girls watch. I'm going to break Joey, I am going to crush his knee caps and as he crawls away. I will make it worse and drive this sledgehammer into his spine. I will work my way up to his neck to a point he will never be able to walk or move again. I am going to a dark place because he threatened you. I will make sure Joey never ever can lift a finger at us again. Joey The Bastard will be Joey The Broken Bitch when I am through.”
I walked out of the locker room as Steph was silent my goal was set and my mission was clear. I was going to end one Joey The Bastard.
