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Post by CATCH_US IS the Conversation on Aug 15, 2013 18:30:18 GMT -5
HHH has a tendency to insert himself into things that will be beneficial to his career.
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Post by BayleyTiffyCodyCenaJudyHopps on Aug 15, 2013 18:30:33 GMT -5
The one (sad) guarantee here is that Cena is highly unlikely to leave the Staples Center with the WWE Title, so he either barely retains and gets cashed in on by Orton or, more than likely, Bryan beats him and then either Orton cashes in right there or waits.
I'm not too sure if I see HHH screwing Bryan here, as not only have there been reports of Evil HHH being nixed going forward, but both him and Vince (who hates Cena's guts and obviously dislikes Bryan quite a bit) would have to do gigantic 180s in their attitudes to make that work. I mean, they've done weirder things, but even Punk's abrupt heel turn sorta made a bit of sense.
Of course, this is all barring the possibility that Bryan turns corporate heel and goes all WM17 Austin on Cena's elbow- perhaps with HHH's aid, making Orton the potential hero. Either way, it's hard to come up with a scenario that leaves DBry completely out in the cold, so that's good.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 18:33:39 GMT -5
HHH has a tendency to insert himself into things that will be beneficial to his career.
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Post by BayleyTiffyCodyCenaJudyHopps on Aug 15, 2013 18:39:18 GMT -5
There's nothing better on the internet than Prince .gifs. Maybe CM Punk grammar slam, I don't know. I believe this begs to differ.
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Post by celticjobber on Aug 15, 2013 18:45:04 GMT -5
If HHH turns heel it wont be against Vince, he would be siding with him. Yeah, I think the idea is that Triple H will turn heel and align himself with Vince at Summerslam. Then eventually Vince will turn babyface, and they'll feud in a "power struggle" over WWE storyline.
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Post by thegame415 on Aug 15, 2013 18:47:20 GMT -5
Could Triple H work as a heel at this point? I think he's reached that "we won't boo this guy because he's been around for a long time" with about 95 percent of fans.
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Post by mrjl on Aug 15, 2013 18:57:58 GMT -5
I don't buy this Shield is being de-pushed thing. They're as high as the WWE wants them to be. Maybe they aren't challenging for the WWE or World titles, but that's the only place they could go higher on the card.
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Post by andrew8798 on Aug 15, 2013 19:12:35 GMT -5
Today's F4W update
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 19:35:39 GMT -5
Did he really call it a trios match!? Wow.
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Post by Urethra Franklin on Aug 15, 2013 19:40:20 GMT -5
Did he really call it a trios match!? Wow. Meltzer and Alvarez always call it that.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 19:51:00 GMT -5
Could Triple H work as a heel at this point? I think he's reached that "we won't boo this guy because he's been around for a long time" with about 95 percent of fans. I don't think he's really there anymore. Some people will cheer him no matter what, but I think he'd be able to get heat by abusing/hiding behind his power, especially with the right babyfaces.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 20:53:45 GMT -5
Le sigh indeed. There needs to be a more dramatic emotion, not rage, for stuff like this.
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Post by mizerable on Aug 15, 2013 21:15:32 GMT -5
So they won't even give it to the Usos? Yeah, I know they had a shot...but they're pretty over right now, why not push them instead of Mark and Big Show?
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Post by Baldobomb-22-OH-MAN!!! on Aug 15, 2013 21:33:31 GMT -5
HHH has a tendency to insert himself into things that will be beneficial to his career. "I'm Bi- a lot of things..."
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Post by mrjl on Aug 15, 2013 21:34:30 GMT -5
they already shot that angle. It was during the Shield promo on Monday, Rollins and Reigns parts where they wondered if two men would step up
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Post by BD Punk AKA SUSPENDED! on Aug 15, 2013 21:34:32 GMT -5
-WON Not sure how or why Bryan would turn heel here. Even if Vince somehow screwed Cena and aligned himself with Bryan at Summerslam, I think that would turn Vince face not Bryan heel. Unless he shaves his beard.
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Post by andrew8798 on Aug 15, 2013 21:46:11 GMT -5
Only way he could turn is if it was like the way Rock turned in 98
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Post by SEAN CARLESS on Aug 15, 2013 23:58:10 GMT -5
HHH can turn heel and Vince face, but it would mean that HHH would have to play up the public perception that he's a social climber. You reveal eventually that everything he's done in this industry was by design:
"When I started in this business all I wanted was a fair shake. An opportunity to rise and to show what I could do.
So I worked hard and played by the rules. But Vince believed I should fight pig farmers rather than get main events. He would rather I wrestle human cartoons living on yesteryear and make them look good, rather than strap a rocket to MY back and see what I could do.
So, I made friends. The right friends. I needed to, to survive. I realized in this company, it isn't what you do, or how hard you worked, or even how great you are, it was who you know.
I got into the Kliq -- and I used them. I bled them dry until every last one was a washed up has-been. I always knew I was better than them, but I was patient and played my needed part.
Then I saw the writing on the wall. Despite that veil of protection, I, and I alone, was punished by WWE for simply saying goodbye to my friends. I was made an example of for someone else's sins, and just because I was perceived as "least important". Never again.
It was there that I realized I'd have to step it up even further; create my own break. I wasn't satisfied with scraps; with being a sidekick or pigeon-holed as the funny guy who says "suck it." I wanted it all. And damn it, I deserved it.
I wanted the shots I earned by simply being better. I wanted the legacy I truly deserved. I wanted World Titles, Main Events and Wrestlemanias to fall at my feet. I wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as legends -- but to pass them all. And I did.
But I soon realized that I actually wanted something else. Something more. Something far greater than any WWE Superstar thought possible or could even dream to think. I wanted this. The whole company. The entire business.
I decided I would somehow find a way to transcend WWE superstar and legend. I would find a way to actually own the game. And then I would mould it in the image I wanted and it needed to go in: my own.
So I started small at first; I got in Vince's ear. Subtly. I played him. I told him what he wanted to hear. What he NEEDED to. It was me who told him to screw Bret. That was MY idea. And Vince was too vain to see it. I then told him that Shawn was unstable --when the truth was that he was a hindrance to my progress. And as a result, HBK sat at home for four years. I prevented him from stealing the spotlight ever again. I took away what was left inside a broken body. I left him behind with only God to cry to and love him.
But I decided that when I DID finally allow him to return, HBK would be MY sidekick. He would be in MY shadow. And he was. He was a pathetic also-ran living off my fumes.
I told Vince more of what he needed to know. Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle, Booker T, Rob Van Dam, even The Rock -- they weren't ready. None of them. They were immature. They were careless. They weren't good enough to share my spotlight. They weren't me. And if I had anything to say about (and I did) they'd never get the chance.
Then...then, my master move. My check and mate. I *seduced* the boss's daughter. I took a little, innocent, shy, fat girl, and made her love me. How could she not? I was everything she wanted. Everything she was not. It was so easy. She wanted me, and I pretended I wanted her. But you see, she was my meal ticket. She was a pawn. Truth is, I don't love her. Hell, I don't even like her.
When I see her, my stomach flips. I feel sick. When I look into her vacant eyes, I see you, Vince: arrogant, clueless, naively vain. But so, so easy to manipulate.
And now, here I am. Atop the mountain with only the heavens to conquer next. I'm poised. Ready. It's MY time. FINALLY. The song was not a lie.
I've sat patiently. I played my part to a "T". I even gave you grand-kids, Vince, to seal the deal. But you can keep them, Vince. They've served their purpose like Stephanie, like you, like everyone in the back or beyond the curtain.
Today, I'm untouchable. A king of kings just waiting for my crown.
I exist just under you in the corporate structure, Vince. Your daughter, my wife, she signed over her entire stock and assets to me. I insisted. And she obliged in the most naive of moments, just as she's always done.
Everything is in MY name, Vince. Your legacy in MY hands. And I have the entire board behind me. It's true. They're with me, because unlike you, I listen. And unlike you, I'm not insane.
Do you think your little public humiliation a couple years back wasn't my intention all along? Do you think that certain incidents --whomever was behind that -- was an accident? You overstayed your welcome.
The problem is, however, you never took the cue, Vince. You didn't step aside. You didn't wilt up and die like you were supposed to. You keep coming back like a cancer. And for now, I tolerated it. I allowed it because I figured it'd look better if I just let grandpa flounder around and pretend he still matters. But no more. I'm here to tell you that its time to cut you out Vince. The cancer will be removed. It's time to cut you out for good. So my era can begin.
Everything has happened as I planned it. My power is established and absolute. My wife wouldn't dare divorce me. She'd be left with nothing and so would "her" children. You can't fire me, because of the public nature of this company -- also my idea, by the way.
So, you think about all that Vince, as your mind deteriorates and your body seizes up and rots. When you see your grandkids, you'll see my smiling face. When you kiss your daughter, you can remember all the disgusting things I've done to her just to prove you wrong.
But I want you, above all else, to realize that I beat you. A superstar you never saw being more than a "Connecticut blue-blood" did what no one else ever could. I crushed Vince McMahon. Into dust. I crushed everyone. I win.
I am The Game. The Business. The next owner of a dynasty. The McMahon name dies with you, Vince. And you ...well, you can take that to your grave.
Game. Over."
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Post by CATCH_US IS the Conversation on Aug 16, 2013 0:15:12 GMT -5
"When I started in this business all I wanted was a fair shake. An opportunity to rise and to show what I could do. So I worked hard and played by the rules. But Vince believed I should fight pig farmers rather than get main events. He would rather I wrestle human cartoons living on yesteryear and make them look good, rather than strap a rocket to MY back and see what I could do. So, I made friends. The right friends. I needed to, to survive. I realized in this company, it isn't what you do, or how hard you worked, or even how great you are, it was who you know. I got into the Kliq -- and I used them. I bled them dry until every last one was a washed up has-been. I always knew I was better than them, but I was patient and played my needed part. Then I saw the writing on the wall. Despite that veil of protection, I, and I alone, was punished by WWE for simply saying goodbye to my friends. I was made an example of for someone else's sins, and just because I was perceived as "least important". Never again. It was there that I realized I'd have to step it up even further; create my own break. I wasn't satisfied with scraps; with being a sidekick or pigeon-holed as the funny guy who says "suck it." I wanted it all. And damn it, I deserved it. I wanted the shots I earned by simply being better. I wanted the legacy I truly deserved. I wanted World Titles, Main Events and Wrestlemanias to fall at my feet. I wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as legends -- but to pass them all. And I did. But I soon realized that I actually wanted something else. Something more. Something far greater than any WWE Superstar thought possible or could even dream to think. I wanted this. The whole company. The entire business. I decided I would somehow find a way to transcend WWE superstar and legend. I would find a way to actually own the game. And then I would mould it in the image I wanted and it needed to go in: my own.So I started small at first; I got in Vince's ear. Subtly. I played him. I told him what he wanted to hear. What he NEEDED to. It was me who told him to screw Bret. That was MY idea. And Vince was too vain to see it. I then told him that Shawn was unstable --when the truth was that he was a hindrance to my progress. And as a result, HBK sat at home for four years. I prevented him from stealing the spotlight ever again. I took away what was left inside a broken body. I left him behind with only God to cry to and love him. But I decided that when I DID finally allow him to return, HBK would be MY sidekick. He would be in MY shadow. And he was. He was a pathetic also-ran living off my fumes. I told Vince more of what he needed to know. Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle, Booker T, Rob Van Dam, even The Rock -- they weren't ready. None of them. They were immature. They were careless. They weren't good enough to share my spotlight. They weren't me. And if I had anything to say about (and I did) they'd never get the chance. Then...then, my master move. My check and mate. I *seduced* the boss's daughter. I took a little, innocent, shy, fat girl, and made her love me. How could she not? I was everything she wanted. Everything she was not. It was so easy. She wanted me, and I pretended I wanted her. But you see, she was my meal ticket. She was a pawn. Truth is, I don't love her. Hell, I don't even like her. When I see her, my stomach flips. I feel sick. When I look into her vacant eyes, I see you, Vince: arrogant, clueless, naively vain. But so, so easy to manipulate. And now, here I am. Atop the mountain with only the heavens to conquer next. I'm poised. Ready. It's MY time. FINALLY. The song was not a lie. I've sat patiently. I played my part to a "T". I even gave you grand-kids, Vince, to seal the deal. But you can keep them, Vince. They've served their purpose like Stephanie, like you, like everyone in the back or beyond the curtain. Today, I'm untouchable. A king of kings just waiting for my crown. I exist just under you in the corporate structure, Vince. Your daughter, my wife, she signed over her entire stock and assets to me. I insisted. And she obliged in the most naive of moments, just as she's always done. Everything is in MY name, Vince. Your legacy in MY hands. And I have the entire board behind me. It's true. They're with me, because unlike you, I listen. And unlike you, I'm not insane. Do you think your little public humiliation a couple years back wasn't my intention all along? Do you think that certain incidents --whomever was behind that -- was an accident? You overstayed your welcome. The problem is, however, you never took the cue, Vince. You didn't step aside. You didn't wilt up and die like you were supposed to. You keep coming back like a cancer. And for now, I tolerated it. I allowed it because I figured it'd look better if I just let grandpa flounder around and pretend he still matters. But no more. I'm here to tell you that its time to cut you out Vince. The cancer will be removed. It's time to cut you out for good. So my era can begin. Everything has happened as I planned it. My power is established and absolute. My wife wouldn't dare divorce me. She'd be left with nothing and so would "her" children. You can't fire me, because of the public nature of this company -- also my idea, by the way. So, you think about all that Vince, as your mind deteriorates and your body seizes up and rots. When you see your grandkids, you'll see my smiling face. When you kiss your daughter, you can remember all the disgusting things I've done to her just to prove you wrong. But I want you, above all else, to realize that I beat you. A superstar you never saw being more than a "Connecticut blue-blood" did what no one else ever could. I crushed Vince McMahon. Into dust. I crushed everyone. I win.I am The Game. The Business. The next owner of a dynasty. The McMahon name dies with you, Vince. And you ...well, you can take that to your grave. Game. Over." Reading this in HHH's "I AM THE GAME" voice, and this is the most awesome thing I've ever read. I also like how you attributed the limo explosion and the Million Dollar Mania accident to HHH.
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Post by SEAN CARLESS on Aug 16, 2013 0:16:38 GMT -5
"When I started in this business all I wanted was a fair shake. An opportunity to rise and to show what I could do. So I worked hard and played by the rules. But Vince believed I should fight pig farmers rather than get main events. He would rather I wrestle human cartoons living on yesteryear and make them look good, rather than strap a rocket to MY back and see what I could do. So, I made friends. The right friends. I needed to, to survive. I realized in this company, it isn't what you do, or how hard you worked, or even how great you are, it was who you know. I got into the Kliq -- and I used them. I bled them dry until every last one was a washed up has-been. I always knew I was better than them, but I was patient and played my needed part. Then I saw the writing on the wall. Despite that veil of protection, I, and I alone, was punished by WWE for simply saying goodbye to my friends. I was made an example of for someone else's sins, and just because I was perceived as "least important". Never again. It was there that I realized I'd have to step it up even further; create my own break. I wasn't satisfied with scraps; with being a sidekick or pigeon-holed as the funny guy who says "suck it." I wanted it all. And damn it, I deserved it. I wanted the shots I earned by simply being better. I wanted the legacy I truly deserved. I wanted World Titles, Main Events and Wrestlemanias to fall at my feet. I wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as legends -- but to pass them all. And I did. But I soon realized that I actually wanted something else. Something more. Something far greater than any WWE Superstar thought possible or could even dream to think. I wanted this. The whole company. The entire business. I decided I would somehow find a way to transcend WWE superstar and legend. I would find a way to actually own the game. And then I would mould it in the image I wanted and it needed to go in: my own.So I started small at first; I got in Vince's ear. Subtly. I played him. I told him what he wanted to hear. What he NEEDED to. It was me who told him to screw Bret. That was MY idea. And Vince was too vain to see it. I then told him that Shawn was unstable --when the truth was that he was a hindrance to my progress. And as a result, HBK sat at home for four years. I prevented him from stealing the spotlight ever again. I took away what was left inside a broken body. I left him behind with only God to cry to and love him. But I decided that when I DID finally allow him to return, HBK would be MY sidekick. He would be in MY shadow. And he was. He was a pathetic also-ran living off my fumes. I told Vince more of what he needed to know. Chris Jericho, Kurt Angle, Booker T, Rob Van Dam, even The Rock -- they weren't ready. None of them. They were immature. They were careless. They weren't good enough to share my spotlight. They weren't me. And if I had anything to say about (and I did) they'd never get the chance. Then...then, my master move. My check and mate. I *seduced* the boss's daughter. I took a little, innocent, shy, fat girl, and made her love me. How could she not? I was everything she wanted. Everything she was not. It was so easy. She wanted me, and I pretended I wanted her. But you see, she was my meal ticket. She was a pawn. Truth is, I don't love her. Hell, I don't even like her. When I see her, my stomach flips. I feel sick. When I look into her vacant eyes, I see you, Vince: arrogant, clueless, naively vain. But so, so easy to manipulate. And now, here I am. Atop the mountain with only the heavens to conquer next. I'm poised. Ready. It's MY time. FINALLY. The song was not a lie. I've sat patiently. I played my part to a "T". I even gave you grand-kids, Vince, to seal the deal. But you can keep them, Vince. They've served their purpose like Stephanie, like you, like everyone in the back or beyond the curtain. Today, I'm untouchable. A king of kings just waiting for my crown. I exist just under you in the corporate structure, Vince. Your daughter, my wife, she signed over her entire stock and assets to me. I insisted. And she obliged in the most naive of moments, just as she's always done. Everything is in MY name, Vince. Your legacy in MY hands. And I have the entire board behind me. It's true. They're with me, because unlike you, I listen. And unlike you, I'm not insane. Do you think your little public humiliation a couple years back wasn't my intention all along? Do you think that certain incidents --whomever was behind that -- was an accident? You overstayed your welcome. The problem is, however, you never took the cue, Vince. You didn't step aside. You didn't wilt up and die like you were supposed to. You keep coming back like a cancer. And for now, I tolerated it. I allowed it because I figured it'd look better if I just let grandpa flounder around and pretend he still matters. But no more. I'm here to tell you that its time to cut you out Vince. The cancer will be removed. It's time to cut you out for good. So my era can begin. Everything has happened as I planned it. My power is established and absolute. My wife wouldn't dare divorce me. She'd be left with nothing and so would "her" children. You can't fire me, because of the public nature of this company -- also my idea, by the way. So, you think about all that Vince, as your mind deteriorates and your body seizes up and rots. When you see your grandkids, you'll see my smiling face. When you kiss your daughter, you can remember all the disgusting things I've done to her just to prove you wrong. But I want you, above all else, to realize that I beat you. A superstar you never saw being more than a "Connecticut blue-blood" did what no one else ever could. I crushed Vince McMahon. Into dust. I crushed everyone. I win.I am The Game. The Business. The next owner of a dynasty. The McMahon name dies with you, Vince. And you ...well, you can take that to your grave. Game. Over." Reading this in HHH's "I AM THE GAME" voice, and this is the most awesome thing I've ever read. Thanks, man. I wrote it with his exact cadence and pauses in mind.
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