Part 4
Triple H ducked back into the store immediately before Vince McMahhon could see him.
HHH- (Damn, what the hell is this? Is she actually with him!? Nah, no way, maybe she's a relative or somethin...)
Clerk- Hey you! Kid!! What are you doin'?
HHH- Hey mind your manners shopkeep, I'm a paying customer!
Clerk- What exactly did you pay for?
HHH- I paid for.....Hey didn't I see you in a Slim Jim commercial?
Clerk- Yeah....I was in a few of em...
HHH- Yeah I know who you are now, weren't you this big shot wrestler from the 80s? Man look at you now...shame shame..
Clerk- Oh yeah? Well you go to that there rasslin' school across the street dont ya? You might end up like this too, oooh yeah yes you might.
HHH- (Holy shit he's right...) [The honey bun and a bag of Lays falls out of his shirt]
Clerk- Ya thievin bastard!!
As Triple H tries to run out of the store, he slips and falls on his back over a recently mopped floor.
Clerk- Now I got ya!
The clerk (Savage), hopped on to the counter and delivered a patented Elbow Drop to Triple H. He then pulled Triple H out of the store by his hair.
Savage- And let that be the last time ya come here kid. Ooooh yeah! [enters store]
Triple H [looking around and clutching his chest]- (Well at least Vince is inside the building already)
Triple H slowly got to his feet and went back into the school grounds, passing by Michael Cole, who was to wake up an unconscious Tazz.
Cole- Tazz....Tazz c'mon get up man, don't tell me you bit the dust.
Tazz- Ughh.....err, [slowly getting up]
Cole- You okay man?
Tazz- Shut the fuck up!! Damn it, I was so close to gettin some respect back!! Where is everyone!?
Cole- A few minutes after Batista planted you they assumed you were dead...
Tazz- Aw damn it! C'mon we're gonna find another way to do this thing.
Cole- No way man, I think you should relax for the rest of the week.
Tazz- You dirty son of a bitch!! You showin concern for me!? You dumb motherfucker I dont need your pity. Why the fuck are you still here anyway!?
Cole- Cause I'm your friend Tazz.
Tazz- Well fuck off, I don't need you! [storms off back to the SmackDown building]
Cole- ......[trudges back to the building, devastated]
At the Raw lunchroom, Chris Benoit, along with many spectators. is awaiting Triple H's entry.
Orton- So Dave, you gonna tell me what that was all about back there?
Batista- I dont even know, I guess I've just been under a lot of stress lately.
Orton- Yeah you look way too serious all the time, hey I know, I'll make ya laugh, watch this..
Randy Orton walked over to Edge, who was eating his lunch and reading a book.
Orton- Hey Edge, what's that on your shirt [points]
Edge- Huh?
Edge looked down at his shirt and Randy Orton pulled him up by his head so that he was standing and delivered the RKO to him, knocking him out and having everyone in the lunchroom laughing hysterically. Orton then walked back to Batista.
Orton- Eh? Eh? Damn, not even a smirk huh? Well maybe this upcoming fight'll help ya out some.
Suddenly the doors opened up and in walked Mr. McMahhon with the young women he was with earlier.
Vince- Now Steph, I want you to pay attention to what happens in here, I recieved word of a fight going to break out here, if anyone gives you a hard time, you tell me ok?
Stephanie- Yes daddy.
Vince- Good, I've gotta get to this meeting upstairs. [exits]
Lance Storm [to Christian]- So that's the famous Stephanie McMahhon huh?
Christian- Yep, I'm disappointed though, she's no where near as hot as my girl.
Storm- But she's probably a helluva lot richer, so she beats out your girl, and I dunno, I think she's pretty hot.
Benoit [joining in]- Man Storm, I'm not surprised to see you sell out and stare at a Yank girl like that, [looks at Christian] Ain't nothin like a canadian girl am I right Christian?
Christian- Damn right [high-fives Benoit] *Remy Red is not Canadian, just using a funny dialogue for Benoit and Christian to have*
Suddenly the door slam open and Triple H walks in, trying not to show the injuries from the Elbow Drop he took earlier.
Triple H- You ready to go bitch?
Benoit[with an arrogant smile]- Make your move man.
Triple H ran at Benoit and kneed him in the chin. He then picked Benoit up and slammed his head into one of the cafeteria tables, Benoit grabbed an open milk carton from someone's lunch and threw milk right at Triple H's face. Triple H wiped the milk off of his face with one hand and went for a clothesline with the other, Benoit ducks the clothesline, gets behiond Triple H and performed his trademark Multiple German Suplexes. Triple H got up and attempted an Irish whip into the wall, Benoit reversed it and Triple H's back hit the wall hard. Benoit then started landing some hard Knife Edge Chops to Triple H's chest, the pain from the Elbow Drop made this chops even more devastating. Chris Benoit backed away and started coaxing Triple H onward, Triple H runs forward and fakes a clothesline and stops as Benoit ducks, then performs his Knee Drop. Triple H tries to shake off his chest pains, he sets Benoit up for the Pedigree, the pain in his chest is too much and he lets go, Benoit slaps on the Crippler!
Christian- This one's done...
Triple H takes the pain for a good 4 minutes but then finally gives up.
Triple H- All right, all right!! Uncle!!
Benoit lets go of Triple H, who's too hurt to get up
Benoit- Aww poor baby, well this was almost a challenge, I'm outta here.
Benoit exits as Christian, Lance Storm, and Chris Jericho follow him. Orton, and Batista go check on Triple H.
Orton- You all right man?
Triple H- Yeah Orton, I just got made a fool of in front the whole lunchroom, I'm just fuckin dandy!
Orton- Sorry Game.
Stephanie- Oh my gosh, are you alright boy?
Triple H looks to his left and sees the same woman he was admiring earlier. Suddenly he began to hear the song Dream Weaver in his head.
Triple H- Whoa..
Stephanie(looks puzzled)- Um, is he gonna be all right?
Batista-......[takes another pill]
Orton- Oh him, he's a champ, he'll be fine, but how are you? (smiles at her)
Triple H- Shut up Randy!! [to Steph] Oh I'm just fine, a silly hold like that couldn't keep me down.
Stephanie- You sure?
Triple H- Oh I'm positive, look I can get up myself. [tries to get up, hurts too much, winces a bit]
Stephanie- Ummm, are your friends ok here?
Triple H- Huh? [Looks at Orton, who's staring googly eyed at Steph, and Batista who looks about ready to snap for some reason
] Oh they have their moments....
Stephanie- Well let me help you up [helps him up and sits him at a table] um, I didn't catch your name.
Triple H- Hunter, Hunter Hearst.
Randy Orton- (Hunter Hearst? He's actually telling someone his real name?)
Stephanie- Oh, I'm Steph-
Vince (from PA system)- Stephanie, come to my office immediately please...
Stephanie- Oh, I gotta go, maybe I'll see you around sometime [rushes off]
--Ending of Pilot--
Triple H-
Randy Orton-
Batista-
