Triple H's Beach Party Domination

Game Hunter Assassinating Hearst Game Helmsley Wrestling Aristocrat Game The is having a party. Autumn calls for chills and falling leaves, but Triple H does not want the summer to stop. Due to injury, he sadly missed out on all those gnarly waves and beautiful bikini babes. As of now, he wishes to make up for his lost sun-filled moments with a shindig of epic proportions. Don't you think it's about time that he revisit those dog days of July and August we so much enjoyed, which no doubt passed him by with the quickness? Sure you do. You have no choice.

Your local beach may be desolate and full of used hypodermic needles, but here at Triple H's Beach Party Domination, the only litter that you will find will be a basket of kittens -- sex kittens that is. There will be no surf, there will be no sand, but there will be bucket loads of fun in store for you.

Are you invited? If you have a face that is capable of being driven to the canvas, or a back that is magnetically attracted to the mat, absolutely positively yes. This is going to be peachy keen. Gee whiz, Hunter. You sure know how to throw a party.



Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
We're gonna play The Game
Triple H is the kind of guy who will wear a floppy hat with a sunflower on it for laughs. If you don't laugh at his humourous appearance, he will bury you in the sand and unleash a whole bunch of crabs on you. The crabs will walk sideways towards our face. Then, they will claw your eyes out... sideways.



Get yourself a tag team partner
This party's gonna be boss
Here's a song you two can sing now
One, two, three, and a loss
When Triple H takes a moonlight walk on the beach, he likes to spend a minute or two to appreciate life with a clam dig. He scoops up a clam, puts it in a Pedigree, and leaves it for dead. The rules of clam digging do not apply to him.



Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
We're gonna play The Game
If Triple H was the second scoop of a three-scoop ice cream cone, he'd find a way to make it to the top. It's much safer up there.



Here's a lad and here's a lassie
Coming down the bend
They're gonna help Triple H out
And he'll beat them again
Triple H tried to surf once, but failed. He said the waves were not large enough or talented enough to keep him up. His argument seems valid to me because I want to live.



Look up at those real bright lights
They're so shiny and white
Triple H has never seen one
Not on Monday or a Sunday night
Triple H thinks beach balls are too colourful and charismatic for their own good. He challenged one to a push-up contest once. Despite his torn groin, Triple H won decisively, dressed in his uncharacteristic biker shorts.



Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
We're gonna play The Game
One day at the beach, Triple H swam out into the deep waters of the ocean. The lifeguard yelled at him for doing so. Triple H came back and nailed the lifeguard with a Harley Race-like knee (where did he attain a replica of Harley Race's knee, anyway?) I don't know why the lifeguard had to shout. Hunter had floaties on, daggone it.




There is no one left to beat now
What's a Hunter to do?
You seagulls best better take flight now
Hunter's comin' for you
While children were building sandcastles, Triple H built a sledgehammer made out of tightly packed sand. He beat those sandcastles with that sandhammer. In turn, he struck those children with the sandhammer and sand went everywhere. Aw, it's in the netting of their bathing suits. Why, Hunter, why?



Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
Triple H is dominatin'
We'll never win at this
We'll never win at this
Nobody wins at this
Game

Game over!
Triple H took all my Frisbees. I guess he likes Frisbees a whole bunch. He loves disc, he loves disc, he loves disc.