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Date Posted: 23:56:31 04/29/05 Fri
Author: Triple H
Subject: Unwelcomed
In reply to: The Number One Contender 's message, "InVasion" on 21:54:39 04/26/05 Tue






~We head backstage and catch up with Triple H as he is walking down the hall with his gym bag flung over his shoulder. He stops and goes to grab a cup of coffee at the catering table, while everyone around has their eyes locked on him.~


~Les Séparatistes walk by, not taking their eyes off of him. Hunter foregoes the coffee and goes to head down the hall, but as soon as he turns around, he finds himself face to face with Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman!~













~Brock stands tall in front of The Game, and they go nose to nose. Heyman steps in.~


Heyman: Brock… Brock! It’s not worth it – you have The Undertaker at WrestleMania, just focus on that!

Triple H: Yeah, you do that, farm boy. You go and figure out how to kill a dead man… ~He moves his head closer to Brock’s.~ … or become a dead man yourself.

~Brock’s eyes widen, but Heyman takes him by the arm.~ Let’s go, Brock… let’s go.

~Brock inhales deeply for a few moments before stepping around Hunter, following Heyman down the hall.~

~Hunter watches him go and looks around at all of the others.~ Anyone ELSE have a problem here?

~They all go back to their business, taking their eyes off of him. Hunter then picks up his gym bag and heads down the hall, checking locker room doors and trying to find somewhere to change, but they’ve all locked him out. He keeps going and finally finds one that opens, but as soon as the door opens and he goes to walk in, Kurt Angle stands in the doorway, blocking his path!~













Angle: Well, well, well… look what the cat dragged in. Triple H… ~He makes quotation signs.~ … “The Gaaaaame”… a man without a country.


~Triple H looks him up and down, stepping right in and in front of Angle.~ "Let me guess. You've thinking of that since last week? Earlier tonight? What, you had it written on some cue cards or on the back of your hand? C'mon Kurt...what's going on in that there bean of yours? ~reaches up and rubs the top of Angle's bald head.~

~Kurt's eyes grow wide and he immediately slaps Hunter's hand away.~ "That crap might fly on Raw, but it won't here. In case you haven't been paying attention, but since the LAST time I beat you, I've become the number one freakin' guy NOT to piss off in this business, you hear me?

Triple H: "Funny, because you were always my number one guy to piss ON. Step aside, Angle. I don't have business with you tonight."

~Kurt doesn't step aside; rather, he steps right in Hunter's way.~ I'm not the fresh faced rookie I was when we first knuckled up, Hunter. This isn't Raw, you don't have an authority, and you don't have respect. This is Smackdown!, where the big boys play - and you're not WANTED here.

Triple H: "Do you think I give a DAMN about being wanted here? I didn't come to this place to make friends. I didn't come to put my name on two rookies or fight rappers. I came here to beat Jesse Hart. I came here to WIN the World title. Which I'm going to do at Wrestlemania. You want business after that? Fine...we'll do business. Matter of fact, I insist on it. But tonight, and next week, and Wrestlemania after that? I have one focus. And one concern. Besides...shouldnt you be worried about other things? I mean, you are kinda working on borrowed time these days. *stares without blinking* Be a real shame for Bridget and the baby if Daddy came home in a wheelchair for barking up the wrong... damn... tree.

~Angle stares coldly at Triple H, the two going nose to nose before a pile of agents show up to split them up. HHH is moved back into the locker room, but not before he fires off one last shot.~ "Hey KURT!? Give the family my regards, huh?"

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