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Post by DiBiase is Good on Aug 16, 2013 0:19:39 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." I was a huge HHH fan up until three years or so ago, even I can't stand him on screen now. However, were he to deliver a promo like that, I'd be starting up The Trips Express once more.
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Post by EoE: Well There's Your Problem on Aug 16, 2013 0:23:06 GMT -5
That'd be a 40 minute promo worth sitting through.
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Post by SEAN CARLESS on Aug 16, 2013 0:32:37 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." I was a huge HHH fan up until three years or so ago, even I can't stand him on screen now. However, were he to deliver a promo like that, I'd be starting up The Trips Express once more. Thanks. I think the key to it is that HHH has to believe that he had no choice but to do it; that he was really, really great, but the system prevented him from rising without machinations. He has to have that villain sense of it all being rooted in truth and perhaps justice, but his actions have to take it far beyond and into a dark place of no redemption. Where the punishment far outweighs the crime. For HHH to turn heel, he has to make you feel sorry for the other McMahons. Which is a tough sell today. They have to somehow be victimized. We've already seen HHH & Steph as a "power couple". It's been done. But we haven't seen evil genius HHH, using THEM to get what he wants and taking away everything they have. I think the only way to make people root for Vince is to erase the Mr. McMahon character and instead show the real life grandfather Vince who loves his family. And Steph --she has to be a puppet. All her "all grown up now" stuff won't fly here. She has to find her edge after being broken and betrayed first. The rise of the McMahons to reclaim their birthright makes for a better story if they fall first and you sympathize with how it happened to a degree.
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Post by Lancers on Aug 16, 2013 0:36:58 GMT -5
That would be the greatest promo Triple H ever cut if he recited what Sean wrote above me.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 0:43:53 GMT -5
I've never wanted a member of creative to read these boards more than right now after reading that promo. If that were to happen, all the McMahon shenanigans leading up to SummerSlam would be worth it.
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Post by King Devitt and the Woke Mob on Aug 16, 2013 0:52:27 GMT -5
I was a huge HHH fan up until three years or so ago, even I can't stand him on screen now. However, were he to deliver a promo like that, I'd be starting up The Trips Express once more. Thanks. I think the key to it is that HHH has to believe that he had no choice but to do it; that he was really, really great, but the system prevented him from rising without machinations. He has to have that villain sense of it all being rooted in truth and perhaps justice, but his actions have to take it far beyond and into a dark place of no redemption. Where the punishment far outweighs the crime. For HHH to turn heel, he has to make you feel sorry for the other McMahons. Which is a tough sell today. They have to somehow be victimized. We've already seen HHH & Steph as a "power couple". It's been done. But we haven't seen evil genius HHH, using THEM to get what he wants and taking away everything they have. I think the only way to make people root for Vince is to erase the Mr. McMahon character and instead show the real life grandfather Vince who loves his family. And Steph --she has to be a puppet. All her "all grown up now" stuff won't fly here. She has to find her edge after being broken and betrayed first. The rise of the McMahons to reclaim their birthright makes for a better story if they fall first and you sympathize with how it happened to a degree. perfect.
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Post by Juice on Aug 16, 2013 1:05:12 GMT -5
Let HHH and vince and family jump into angles. Hopefully they see rtaings wont change and we dont give a shit for that family and dont have to see them ever again. Trips on the other hand, I am a bipolar fan of. In his current role I like him. Lets keep that on tv. No more vince and steph k thanks
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Post by Dukect on Aug 16, 2013 1:32:56 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 TCM on Aug 16, 2013 1:52:16 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." That is probably the best fan promo I've ever read. Never have I wanted WWE to come and just verbatim swipe what you typed more than now.
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Post by Chuckie Finster on Aug 16, 2013 2:00:49 GMT -5
The only thing I would change is that Steph would rather be on HHH's side, but not in a powerful way. She would go along with it as even though HHH is domineering and corrupt with power, she got what she wanted in control of the company and puts up with him because of it.
Steph as a face is grating and terrible. Her cutting screaming, crying promos at HHH would undermine an entire HHH-take-over-as-a-heel angle.
Also, I would include HHH talking about how he used Steph to outmaneuver Shane to control the company, about how he broke the fourth-generation of McMahon family lineage. That has never been used in WWE programming before and would resonate greatly.
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Post by mrjl on Aug 16, 2013 6:16:55 GMT -5
way to spit on his kids and wife with that promo there.
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Post by SEAN CARLESS on Aug 16, 2013 7:36:12 GMT -5
way to spit on his kids and wife with that promo there. That's the point, weirdo. If they're dead-set on making a WWE legend who people don't want to hate be hated, you have to try and build sympathy for the babyface McMahons by making HHH completely rotten; no redeemable qualities. No one could really cheer a guy that horrible. And it'd be the only way people would cheer Vince & Stephanie over him. You have to hit home and conjure up genuine emotion from the fans. Women especially would feel for Stephanie. And as long as you don't really introduce the kids by name or show them, they're just a scripted plot device. This is TV HHH, not real-life Paul Levesque. You keep it strictly soap villain. No smark bullshit. You don't break kayfabe. You don't paint HHH as a guy who didn't deserve his fame and status, but instead as a sociopath who went too far and became power-hungry. You have a super talented egomaniac reveal what would be a plan that'd tie into his character's full history. One that would make sense. The fact you had such a strong reaction to it proved it'd work. You're not supposed to like him in this case. WWE is no different than movies or TV. Villains do and say things that are supposed to repulse you.
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Post by BRAINFADE on Aug 16, 2013 8:18:49 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." Genius. Pure, unadulterated genius. A promo like that accomplishes all goals- turns HHH into a rotten bastard that no one would want to cheer, and accomplishes the minor miracle of getting sympathy for the McMahon's.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 8:38:58 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." OMG, if HHH did turn heel AND cut this promo, I'd be a fan of him again. Amazing writing dude.
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Post by Mesousa287793 on Aug 16, 2013 8:47:48 GMT -5
I actually kinda hope the simple WWE fans realize somethign about this and--
BWA HA HA HA HA HA!
No, no, no, they'll eat this up, too. They care for HHH too much, they'll follow him wherever they go.
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Post by Kevin Hamilton on Aug 16, 2013 9:03:00 GMT -5
I like Sean's HHH promo, except for imagining the 45 minutes it'd take H to deliver the motherf***er.
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Post by Baldobomb-22-OH-MAN!!! on Aug 16, 2013 10:37:32 GMT -5
I like Sean's HHH promo, except for imagining the 45 minutes it'd take H to deliver the motherf***er. if he really wanted to bring it into overdrive he could bring diagrams and journals he wrote called "Paul's Fraud".
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Post by "Magic" Mark Hurr on Aug 16, 2013 10:55:53 GMT -5
I'm not gonna quote the whole thing, but that would be the best thing since the pipe bomb promo. I ask Sean, where would this leave the top wreslers. What role should they play?
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Post by "Gentleman" AJ Powell on Aug 16, 2013 11:35:38 GMT -5
Not gonna quote it again lest I stretch out the page, but that was legit the best fan written promo I've ever read. I applaud you, Mr Carless.
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Post by Crimson on Aug 16, 2013 12:31:12 GMT -5
HHH has a tendency to insert himself into things that will be beneficial to his career.
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