Post by Randy Orton on May 27, 2009 19:22:53 GMT -5
So it is written, so it has been decided. Four men now stand on the precipice of greatness. A journey that began with the relaunch of FCW, a journey that witnessed men come and go, tragedy and triumph, wins and losses. It has been a trial by fire that many have been unable to endure. Those that have made it this far can almost taste that world championship. Just a little further now, and it can be their's. Only, Randy Orton just happens to be gunning for the title, so everyone else can count on falling short. This has been his goal, his obsession, since his arrival here. His unrivaled dedication to being number one, his unmatched will to continue winning, dominating main events. It has all led him to this moment. At 'Second Coming' not only will he get his opportunity to finally end things with Jericho, but with a victory will seal the deal on a championship match.
Before all that however, there is still another 'Friday Night Anarchy' to deal with. Another match to get out of the way before the pay per view extravaganza, and what a match it is. These men, these "Final Four' will meet in the ring in a prelude of sorts to the 'Second Coming' main event. It is a a veritable who's who of the main event scene. John Cena, the people's hero. Chris Jericho, Orton's arch nemesis. And Jimmy Gimmick, the over-hyped carny. Three men who quite frankly, don't measure up. This will be the final annihilation of any doubt anyone could possibly still have, that Randy Orton is the absolute best. This will be the ultimate momentum heading into the pay per view. This will be a 'one up' for the victor. It's an opportunity Orton will not allow to be stolen from him.
The scene opens up on a rather luxurious looking estate. A mansion, a ten car garage, a guest house, something straight out of 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous.' It isn't in any of these spots that the camera finds Orton, rather a cellar hidden behind the guest house. The only part of the place Orton hasn't had restored or modified in any way. As the cellar door opens and the camera peers in, it is dark, damp, dingy, and altogether uninviting. The floor is at least four inches deep in water, and one can hear the drips of more. Orton sits at the bottom of the steps, barely visible. He stares off into space. The camera slowly edges closer, revealing the serious expression he wears. Finally after sitting in silence for some time, he speaks.
"The reason I will be victorious at Friday Night Anarchy and then at Second Coming is simple. All of my opponents have separate motivations. They all have other desires apart from the world title. Jimmy Gimmick, for all his talk about not caring what people think about him, craves their acceptance more than anything in life. He wants, he needs, people to view him as some innovator. He desperately wants the world to look at him and say "Wow, that Jimmy Gimmick is like nothing I've seen before." his need for recognition and validity consume him. John Cena wants to prove to the world that he is their hero. That he'll never let them down. That he'll always rise to the occasion and vanquish the villain. Chris Jericho feels the need to prove that, despite his rocky start thanks to me, that he is still relevant. That he is still capable of his past glory. That he still deserves the reputation he once enjoyed. I do not posses those same needs. My single solitary desire is for that world title. It is what drives me. It is what motivates my every action. It is why I can somehow find the darkest location on this whole estate to contemplate attaining it. There is nothing else. Nothing more important than having that title. It is the reason I wake up in the morning. It is the reason I breathe."
"Every one of the other men in title contention have a glaring weakness, while I have none. I have not a single flaw. I have molded myself into absolute perfection. Losing, for me, is an impossibility. I have said it from the beginning. it can be no other way. At Friday Night Anarchy I will reiterate that point. I will make it loud and clear. It will be a resounding, emphatic, statement that can not be denied. My time is here. The Age of Defiance is upon us. As I capture that world title. As Kendrick and Shelley capture tag team gold, a new era in this industry will be launched. An era of greatness. An era that will see to it that the flames of mediocrity are once and for all extinguished. It will be a time when average will not exist. A time when everyone will be forced to rise to the next level or quit. It will be, dare I say it, an evolution of this business."
Orton pauses, as if reflecting on some thought. He runs a hand across his forehead, perhaps wiping away some cobweb he has come across here in the catacombs of his present location. He exhales before again speaking.
"Chris Jericho, how far we've come. It seems like only yesterday that you declared your greatness, reminded the world of your FCW accomplishments, and unknowingly marked yourself for termination. You more than mentioned why you were the odds on favorite of claiming the FCW world title, and in doing so, became the physical embodiment of the door I had to kick in. You and I Jericho, we've done it all before, and there is no doubt I've got your number. If there is any man in FCW who knows just how to beat you, it's me. I am the man you do not wanna face, and yet the man you must go through to realize your dreams. I've changed you Jericho, anyone who knows you knows that. I've left you transformed. I sidetracked you, and while you gathered your bearings, I left a path of unequaled destruction. Things haven't changed and at Anarchy you pose me no threat."
"John Cena, a man who has coasted to this opportunity. A man who has yet to be tested by a worthy opponent. John Cena, I'd venture to say you are the least deserving of a shot at the world title. The matches you've had have been unimpressive, and the level of competition you have faced is far below what the rest of us have been put against. You have flown under the radar. Well, the easy road is closed. Your attempt to sneak in un-noticed and steal the world title has failed. It ends here. Now you're in the big leagues. No more disqualification wins, no more no contests. You are the walking talking joke of FCW. The only people who want to see you are children, and adolescent girls. This is a man's business Cena, and it takes more than catch phrases and a ridiculous smile to win. I will see to it that your championship dreams end in disappointment."
"Then there is Jimmy Gimmick, a man I have come to despise. A man who thought he would come out and insult me, and I'd let it slide. And, normally I would have, because he's an insignificant side show reject. But, somehow he's managed to slither his way into title contention. Gimmick, I won't come out here and try to dispute the things you said, because that would make it appear that it bothers me, or that I'm worried about it. I will say this though Gimmick. You say I'm a coward. You say you have me all figured out? Well, do something about it. And seeing as how you pride yourself on possessing a grand lexicon and a superior mental acumen. Seeing as how you and your life partner have a fixation with the intellectual side of things. Particularly Greek mythology, I have some Greek mythology for you. It's a story I'm sure you're familiar with. The story of Daedalus. Daedalus was a lot like you Gimmick. You see he thought he could innovate. He thought he could do what had never been done. He thought he could build himself a set of wings and fly away from the island of Crete. But when he began to soar, when he began to realize his dream. There at that moment of euphoria, that moment of pride, the wax he had used to make his wings began to melt under the burning sun. Daedalus and his son Icarus fell to their deaths. Your own story mirrors this one closely Gimmick, and I can assure you your ending will also be similar."
"This Friday at Anarchy, one man will walk away with the victory. One man will be left standing, triumphant heading into Second Coming. That man will be me. The greatest professional wrestler alive on the planet today, Randy Orton. My reign is close now, closer than ever. Never in a million years would I let it slip away now. I want every man on this roster not in the match to watch closely. I am everything I say I am and more. The main event will be noteworthy, but for only one reason, as I am pitted against what the powers that be have deemed the best, see how easily I destroy them."
With that Orton ends, and the camera watches him a few more moments. The camera then backs away, up the steps and back into the sunlight. The door closes loudly as the scene fades.
Before all that however, there is still another 'Friday Night Anarchy' to deal with. Another match to get out of the way before the pay per view extravaganza, and what a match it is. These men, these "Final Four' will meet in the ring in a prelude of sorts to the 'Second Coming' main event. It is a a veritable who's who of the main event scene. John Cena, the people's hero. Chris Jericho, Orton's arch nemesis. And Jimmy Gimmick, the over-hyped carny. Three men who quite frankly, don't measure up. This will be the final annihilation of any doubt anyone could possibly still have, that Randy Orton is the absolute best. This will be the ultimate momentum heading into the pay per view. This will be a 'one up' for the victor. It's an opportunity Orton will not allow to be stolen from him.
The scene opens up on a rather luxurious looking estate. A mansion, a ten car garage, a guest house, something straight out of 'Lifestyles of the rich and famous.' It isn't in any of these spots that the camera finds Orton, rather a cellar hidden behind the guest house. The only part of the place Orton hasn't had restored or modified in any way. As the cellar door opens and the camera peers in, it is dark, damp, dingy, and altogether uninviting. The floor is at least four inches deep in water, and one can hear the drips of more. Orton sits at the bottom of the steps, barely visible. He stares off into space. The camera slowly edges closer, revealing the serious expression he wears. Finally after sitting in silence for some time, he speaks.
"The reason I will be victorious at Friday Night Anarchy and then at Second Coming is simple. All of my opponents have separate motivations. They all have other desires apart from the world title. Jimmy Gimmick, for all his talk about not caring what people think about him, craves their acceptance more than anything in life. He wants, he needs, people to view him as some innovator. He desperately wants the world to look at him and say "Wow, that Jimmy Gimmick is like nothing I've seen before." his need for recognition and validity consume him. John Cena wants to prove to the world that he is their hero. That he'll never let them down. That he'll always rise to the occasion and vanquish the villain. Chris Jericho feels the need to prove that, despite his rocky start thanks to me, that he is still relevant. That he is still capable of his past glory. That he still deserves the reputation he once enjoyed. I do not posses those same needs. My single solitary desire is for that world title. It is what drives me. It is what motivates my every action. It is why I can somehow find the darkest location on this whole estate to contemplate attaining it. There is nothing else. Nothing more important than having that title. It is the reason I wake up in the morning. It is the reason I breathe."
"Every one of the other men in title contention have a glaring weakness, while I have none. I have not a single flaw. I have molded myself into absolute perfection. Losing, for me, is an impossibility. I have said it from the beginning. it can be no other way. At Friday Night Anarchy I will reiterate that point. I will make it loud and clear. It will be a resounding, emphatic, statement that can not be denied. My time is here. The Age of Defiance is upon us. As I capture that world title. As Kendrick and Shelley capture tag team gold, a new era in this industry will be launched. An era of greatness. An era that will see to it that the flames of mediocrity are once and for all extinguished. It will be a time when average will not exist. A time when everyone will be forced to rise to the next level or quit. It will be, dare I say it, an evolution of this business."
Orton pauses, as if reflecting on some thought. He runs a hand across his forehead, perhaps wiping away some cobweb he has come across here in the catacombs of his present location. He exhales before again speaking.
"Chris Jericho, how far we've come. It seems like only yesterday that you declared your greatness, reminded the world of your FCW accomplishments, and unknowingly marked yourself for termination. You more than mentioned why you were the odds on favorite of claiming the FCW world title, and in doing so, became the physical embodiment of the door I had to kick in. You and I Jericho, we've done it all before, and there is no doubt I've got your number. If there is any man in FCW who knows just how to beat you, it's me. I am the man you do not wanna face, and yet the man you must go through to realize your dreams. I've changed you Jericho, anyone who knows you knows that. I've left you transformed. I sidetracked you, and while you gathered your bearings, I left a path of unequaled destruction. Things haven't changed and at Anarchy you pose me no threat."
"John Cena, a man who has coasted to this opportunity. A man who has yet to be tested by a worthy opponent. John Cena, I'd venture to say you are the least deserving of a shot at the world title. The matches you've had have been unimpressive, and the level of competition you have faced is far below what the rest of us have been put against. You have flown under the radar. Well, the easy road is closed. Your attempt to sneak in un-noticed and steal the world title has failed. It ends here. Now you're in the big leagues. No more disqualification wins, no more no contests. You are the walking talking joke of FCW. The only people who want to see you are children, and adolescent girls. This is a man's business Cena, and it takes more than catch phrases and a ridiculous smile to win. I will see to it that your championship dreams end in disappointment."
"Then there is Jimmy Gimmick, a man I have come to despise. A man who thought he would come out and insult me, and I'd let it slide. And, normally I would have, because he's an insignificant side show reject. But, somehow he's managed to slither his way into title contention. Gimmick, I won't come out here and try to dispute the things you said, because that would make it appear that it bothers me, or that I'm worried about it. I will say this though Gimmick. You say I'm a coward. You say you have me all figured out? Well, do something about it. And seeing as how you pride yourself on possessing a grand lexicon and a superior mental acumen. Seeing as how you and your life partner have a fixation with the intellectual side of things. Particularly Greek mythology, I have some Greek mythology for you. It's a story I'm sure you're familiar with. The story of Daedalus. Daedalus was a lot like you Gimmick. You see he thought he could innovate. He thought he could do what had never been done. He thought he could build himself a set of wings and fly away from the island of Crete. But when he began to soar, when he began to realize his dream. There at that moment of euphoria, that moment of pride, the wax he had used to make his wings began to melt under the burning sun. Daedalus and his son Icarus fell to their deaths. Your own story mirrors this one closely Gimmick, and I can assure you your ending will also be similar."
"This Friday at Anarchy, one man will walk away with the victory. One man will be left standing, triumphant heading into Second Coming. That man will be me. The greatest professional wrestler alive on the planet today, Randy Orton. My reign is close now, closer than ever. Never in a million years would I let it slip away now. I want every man on this roster not in the match to watch closely. I am everything I say I am and more. The main event will be noteworthy, but for only one reason, as I am pitted against what the powers that be have deemed the best, see how easily I destroy them."
With that Orton ends, and the camera watches him a few more moments. The camera then backs away, up the steps and back into the sunlight. The door closes loudly as the scene fades.